Revenge Of The Abandoned Heiress Novels & Stories

“Were you a writer before? You seem to have a good grasp on how romance stories should start. Only, this isn’t a romance story but a mystery thriller.” “I’m just good at anything,” here he was again with his overflowing self-confidence. “But remember this, Maddy. You can’t allow yourself to fall in your own trap. If you want your revenge plan to be perfect, you shouldn’t feel anything for him. Though I’m confident you won’t because he was a big traitor who deserved no mercy, I still want to remind you in case you lose your track.” “I won’t lose my track,” I was dead sure I wouldn’t. I would never forgive the people who were the reason for my family’s demise.

She became everything Alexander Lance taught her. Four years later, she was already makingher own millions. She decided it was time to come back to America and face her past, running away from it wouldn't help. She wasn't scared anymore. She was hellbent on getting her revenge on the Roberts for what they did to her. She was planning on beating them in their own game. She became their biggest Rival. But the Roberts had no idea that the same Elisa Evans who they used and manipulated by Martina Roberts was the same Elisa Lance of now.

Now that she became more alert, she lay down on the bed, the moon shining light into her room through the window. She had never forgotten the hateful look Jaime had given her two years ago. That look cut a part of her heart, causing it to never heal. But what's the use of thinking about that? She hid from him at the party but that doesn't mean they won't meet again. Jaime will find every way to approach her, to get revenge for her cheating on him in the past. Standing up, she went to the bathroom to change clothes before going out. Hodja and Sunnee's small house is still as warm as ever. The couple welcomed her at the door with open arms, and she finally met her niece, whose name was Esther.

Indeed, Fathia no longer needs that. For her now, it's about ensuring that Alef faces his punishment. Prolonged suffering, the kind that Fathia has endured. Its revenge sparked by the bitterness inside her. Wrapped in years of accumulated resentment, this vengeance is the essence of Alef's blind heart and mind. The accumulation of all his discontent with life, fueling him to commit such heinous acts.

" I am also the next heir to my father's company. You know the Montenegro's? He's those Montenegro's, I am that only son they have. Are you still going to ignore this life changing opportunity I am offering you?" She had to resist herself from clenching her fists when she heard him mention his surname. But she could not let herself get seen. She has just come to Montenegro and she wouldn't let such happen, getting discovered even before her revenge mission began to play. " I can change your life. Why are you feeling so proud and haughty. You are nothing, If I want to have you, I will have you and there'd be nothing you'd be able to do about it. Besides, you're not that beautiful as you think

I need to fix everything, and this can only be fixed by my revenge. I'll take this revenge, anyhow. But how? I didn't know. Now I have an idea. To beat him I need a plan and a chance. I just can't barge into his house, guarded with tight security and get my revenge. So I have to wait a little. But before that I have to arrange a security deposit for my parents. My dad's rivals aren't going to hurt my family again, I swear. I vowed under my breath and pushed the laptop to the side before going to bed.

The more the guests whispered, the more the Reynolds looked smaller, not just because of the physical falls they had taken, but because a social currency they were used to spending had been invalidated. Bella, bleeding, embarrassed and furious with humiliation, tried to clutch at remnants of authority. She staggered to her feet, forcing a smile that was skeletal, a learned posture of people who still wanted to be believed. She took a step forward and said, with all the brittle pride she could muster, “I am Bella Reynolds — heiress, top scorer this year, fiancée to Mr Collins.” It was a title-list repeated like a prayer, an attempt to conjure respect.

I am sure I’m ready for revenge; I’m ready to regain everything I’ve ever lost; I’m ready to make sure Simon regrets everything he’s done to me. Malakai didn't soften his tone, and his eyes remained stoic. "If you want revenge, you'll have to kill the person you were. The world already thinks you're dead. So, you'll have to bury that version of yourself. Kill Isabella Monroe. The woman who had everything—wealth, power, a name. The woman who was betrayed. That woman's gone."

Xavier asked her with an inquisitive look. "Come on, Xavier, stop playing the unaffected with me; why do you think that she came back, and why did she show up at the auction?" Claudia asked Xavier. "How am I supposed to know that?" Xavier asked Claudia, and immediately she shot him an angry glare. "We both know that she came back for revenge; if she showed up at that auction and bought that jewelry for twenty million dollars, it's just to show us how strong she has become, and I'm very sure that she's already planning how to get back at us, and who knows, maybe she has already planned it and she's patiently waiting for the best time to strike," she said to Xavier, who seemed unconcerned by h

This woman who looked so sweet like an angel bore a look that could only be described as pure hatred in her eyes. He wondered for a moment if he should help her. After all, her request was not an easy one to fulfill. However, he didn’t have the heart to just drive her away from the mansion when she had come to him first before her parents. It meant the desire for revenge in her heart must be so strong she was willing to take the more difficult path to obtain it. “Okay, I will help you.” He stated. For a brief moment, he called himself crazy for even uttering those words and the next thing that came out of his mouth would surprise even himself.