Novel & Cerita Revenge Of The Abandoned Heiress

“Revenge.” “What?” “It's simple, Steph. Your life was almost ruined because of your fiancé and his secretary. Don't you want revenge on them?” He asked, his voice holding a mischievous edge and I shuddered “I do. But—” “Disappeare for two years, Stephanie. Your death certificate will be signed. Stephanie will die today. But you'll return as a different woman. As my wife.” He explained, and I froze in shock. “What?”

"The Golds are maids? Does that even make any sense to you?" "You should know, young mistress, that I have been searching for you for years. So I have proof. Enough of it. They thought they'd taken everything you and your parents owned. But what they stole was only just a percentage of your real wealth. I've been searching for you to reclaim your throne as the last heiress of the Delacroix."

Vivienne’s icy gaze measured Adrielle like a diamond being appraised, sharp and unyielding. “I’ve heard the rumors,” Vivienne said, her voice smooth but edged with steel. “The heiress who lost everything, then vanished.” Adrielle met her stare evenly. “I’m here to reclaim what’s mine.” Vivienne’s smile was thin, calculating. “Bold. Dangerous. I like it. But this city doesn’t give up its secrets easily. You’ll need more than fire.” Lucien stepped forward, his presence a silent warning. “We’re prepared to play your game.”

I stopped but didn't turn around. “ I don't know why,but anytime I look at you it feels like someone is telling me to remember something I had forgotten “. I slowly turned and looked at him. Our eyes met for one second. I almost forgot I was Vivian Salvatore. I smiled calmly. “Maybe some memories refuse to stay buried”. The elevator door closed and neither of us noticed the figure standing behind us. Annabel! Her finger tightened on her phone as hatred consumed her. She had worked so hard to erase Sandra from Michael's life,she wasn't going to let Vivian Salvatore take her place.

A faint hitch in her breath, her body grasping it before her mind does. The threat isn’t just in what I’ve said. It’s in how I hold her. All of it concentrated in my gaze, in my hands. “What do you want?” Mr. S snaps. Sharp, practised, but tight. A man already calculating damage. “Your loyal employee, Miss Moore, put a bounty on my fiancee’s head on the dark web,” I say flatly, my tone stripped of emotion. “Tonight, I have only one option: killing her. That is how I take revenge.”

Scarlet said quietly, interrupting. “Wait, what?” “She shot herself. In the leg. During an argument with him. He called the cops.” Scarlet’s voice was flat, almost detached. “That’s how it all came out.” Amanda took the remote and turned the TV up. The screen flickered from commercials to breaking news. “...Seraphina Vance, socialite and heiress, was taken into custody earlier this evening for the suspected murder of Dr. Jude Reed and her sister, Katherina Vance. Authorities say new forensic evidence links her to both crimes...”

Before returning to the country, she had already set up the whole gambling trap. Evelyn’s obsession with gambling was no secret—Amanda had long understood her adoptive mother’s vices and had crafted this show just for her. She came back for revenge. Whatever they did to her back then, she would return it tenfold now. They had stolen the Condensed Fragrance Pill recipe and profited handsomely for years. But soon, they would learn what it meant to wish they were dead.

My breath immediately caught in my throat as the electric eyes flickered over me, and a second later, recognition set in them. "If it isn't Victor Kane’s little whore of a wife," his mouth pulled into a humorless smile. Cold washed through me immediately, replacing the heat from being so close to him. I flinched away from his hold at his crass words, even though they were true. I had never personally met Mr. Wolfe but I had heard my hus- I mean, Ex husband- talk about him severally. From how Victor had spoken about him with unconcealed disgust and hatred, I'd expected him to be another fat, hideous man not the adonis that stood before me. The rivalry between the two men was legendary, and

“Who are you to tell me what to do?” “How about I tell you there’s a way to get revenge on them?” I turned to him immediately. “Revenge?” I let out. “You don’t have a way. I don’t even know you… stranger.” “There’s a way,” he said. “Which is?” My brows raised in confusion. He looked straight at me. “Marry me, Ariana Vale.

"We want a plan. We’re not just going to allow that asshole to stroll away from this unscathed." I blinked at her. "What do you suggest?" She grinned, and I should see that acquainted glint in her eye. Sasha cherished an amazing revenge plan. "I’m pronouncing, he’s no longer going to break out with this. You deserve better than being tossed apart like final season’s fashion. So we’re going to make sure that he regrets this." I frowned, my mind spinning from the alcohol and the emotional rollercoaster of the day. "I don’t realize, Sasha. I’m not sincerely in the mood for revenge."