Novel & Cerita Revenge Of The Abandoned Heiress

Feel free to share your opinions and reactions as you journey through "Heirs - book 2" Thank you once again for your support, and I can't wait to hear what you think of Book 2! Warm regards, Stephanie Gomes. I'll place the synopsis of the second book here, starting from the next chapter. Synopsis: The seed of hatred leads to a kidnapping. A daughter, destined for supremacy, is deceived from infancy, prompted to seek revenge in the name of a false justice by her adoptive creator. Renata loves Scarllet so much that she's willing to spend years training to fulfill her mother's desire. When she turns 15, the young woman and her mother devise a plan and put it into action.

"It means the baby is growing properly." She turns her cold gaze to me for just a moment before focusing back on Natasha. "It's wonderful that true love has finally won. That you've been proven to be the real heiress, the rightful one. Unlike some people who have been living fake lives, trying to steal what didn't belong to them for so many years." The barb lands exactly where Abigail intended, but I keep my hands folded in my lap, my plate untouched before me. Natasha plays her part perfectly, looking uncomfortable with the harsh implication. "Oh, Grandma, I don't want to take anything from anyone. I never asked for any of this."

"Did you forget how you and your entire family abandoned William, denied him treatment because you wanted Rebecca to sign the company back over to you?" My lips pressed together. I had been expecting her to say that. But it didn't matter. She was doing the dirty work for me. Felix’s grandfather pressed more weight onto his cane, the polished wood trembling under his grip. Sweat collected at his brow. While Miriam clutched her mother's arm, Evelyn whispering words lf assurance even though she was shaking. "You fucked Rebecca's cousin because of revenge. And I did the same. And suddenly I'm the bad guy." She grabbed Felix roughly, tears streaming down her face but her lips curling at the edge.

I had chosen to let myself want her. And this was the price. Amara Blake. The name replayed in my mind like a curse. The heiress of the man I had once crushed in a boardroom, or so I thought. The daughter of the man who had blamed me for his downfall. The girl who had built her life around vengeance, and decided to use me as her weapon. I should’ve seen it. Every calculated smile. Every too-perfect response. Every moment she seemed both present and distant, as if part of her lived somewhere I couldn’t reach.

she whispered and he smiled, a smug and satisfied look. “You would really get them back for me?” Adrian asked her and she shrugged. “I love you, it is the least I can do. I will make sure they pay,” she muttered and he nodded, he didn’t doubt her for a second. She was almost as sinister as he, if he got the story right, rumors had circulated that she had climbed a friend to obtain the little stardom and position in society she had. Cassandra Monroe, soon to be Hales, was the queen of sabotage here and he didn’t doubt her if she said she would get them back.

Lucien said immediately, pointing at the screen. Anderson met his gaze. “I thought so too at first. But the deeper I dug, the more differences I found. This woman is the heiress to Starlight; a global empire. And she’s now married to the heir of Enthalice. From what I gathered, they’ve likely been betrothed for years; she only recently returned to New York to…” “When did she return?” Lucien cut in sharply. “I’m not certain,” Anderson admitted, glancing back at the screen. “But from what I can tell… about a week and few days.”

I had been watching that face my whole life and I was so tired of it. Every time something should have finally finished her, she came out of it. The kidnapping. The business attacks. The smear campaign. All of it. She just kept walking forward, kept rebuilding, kept collecting more people who were loyal to her. But you could not come back from being dead. "This time she doesn't make it home," I said. "That's the plan." "Good." I meant it. "Good." I hung up and kept walking. The sun was actually out. I tilted my face toward it for a second and just let myself feel it. I was out. Scarlett was on her way to a country where nobody knew her and nobody was watching, and what happened over there wo

"You want me to help you steal a billion-dollar company from my ex-husband." "I want you to help me save a brilliant team of innovators from being bled dry by a man who doesn't understand or respect what they've built," Dante countered. "The fact that it would devastate Luca financially is merely a... happy side effect." I laughed despite myself. "At least you're honest about the revenge aspect." "I've never pretended otherwise." He leaned forward, eyes intense. "Luca deserves to fall, Vivian. For how he treated you, for how he does business, for who he is at his core. And I want to be the one who pushes him over the edge."

She fisted an arm and raised it to her chest in a salute of success. "So we've got no time to lose, huh?" Momma muttered, narrowing her eyes. She turned and began walking with swift purpose down the hall, while the three girls—Serena, Zara, and Nova—fell into step behind her without a second thought. But I just stood there, rooted to the spot. The whirlwind of information, the casual revelation of a kidnapping they had orchestrated, and the sheer, focused lethality of it all left me stunned. I guess everyone was too busy enacting a complex, multi-layered revenge to even give the new girl a proper welcome.

My husband cheated on me. With the woman I called my sister. I should have divorced him and walked away. Instead, I made a reckless decision. If they could betray us, why couldn't we betray them? There was only one problem. The man I chose as my partner in revenge was Callan Whitfield, my husband's uncle, the most feared billionaire in the family. It was a terrible idea. But revenge was the only thing on my mind. We shared the same goal. Our revenge was supposed to be simple. Make them suffer. Make them regret betraying us. But somewhere between hatred and revenge, something far more dangerous began to grow. A desire neither of us was supposed to feel.