Novel & Cerita Revenge Of The Abandoned Heiress

"What do you want?" "Anthony, take a good look. Do you know who this is?" Janice pointed the camera at Summer. When Anthony got a clear look, he instantly sat up straight. "Janice, are you crazy? She's the heiress of Hartford Group!" Janice clenched her teeth and said, "And I'm the heiress of Power Construction! What's so special about her?" "What are you trying to do?" Anthony asked anxiously. "Summer, are you hurt? What did she do to you?"

I was abandoned by my own mother. I swallowed, feeling the hair on my skin stand. I tried to breathe, but it came out in a wheeze. My mind was spinning, and the room was tilting awkwardly. "Isn't that the only way to unlock the Moore trust? As long as my daughter could pass off for the Moore heiress until her twenty-fifth birthday, then…” “You know that is impossible," Lauren cut the man off. "The real Moore heiress came back and now..." I was so shaky that my knees buckled. Stephen caught me before I could reach the ground. “Stop listening; we don't have to." He shook his head.

It seemed that Edward was reliable as he kept his departure under wraps and gave him a briefcase filled with raw cash,cards and important documents. When Alexander arrived at the Airport,he had already called his subordinate to pick him up.His plan was to go straight to an abandoned territory,create his empire and build his power... Power was necessary for him to take his revenge,He just had to subdue the local forces and get them to do his bid.Alexander believed he was a person who knows how to differentiate between right and wrong;If you were good to me,he will be good to you.

Sandra said it with a cry that sounded so sad. Aditya was just silent; he didn't want to fight a woman named Sandra because he knew this woman was originally kind and patient, so Aditya never once saved harsh words for this woman. The blame was on his biological father and mother, who had cheated on Sandra to make him a child who had the status of an illegitimate child like now, because he was the child of the results of his father and mother's affair, Aletta, when she worked as a secretary of his father's master, Dawn.

"SEE! His new company just went public. He collapsed ROB and took over the projects that belonged to YOU! You know how hard your father worked for those projects! Just look at him, all smug and cocky while you lie here in this hospital, wishing to die! MARCIA, I'M ASHAMED OF YOU! If you seek revenge, I will help you with everything I have, but if you want to just waste away in this hospital, I won't come back after today! NO ONE CAN SAVE YOU BUT YOURSELF!" Finally, a tear slipped from the corner of Marcia's eye as she watched the impeccably dressed man on the screen, filled with hatred. She grabbed Calvin's hand tightly, her voice sharp. "I WANT REVENGE! I WANT REVENGE! Calvin, please help m

He released my wrist, still glaring into my eyes and I maintained the eye contact. “You think you've become powerful now, just because you're an heiress, right?” “Exactly. That's what I think. And whoever crosses my path, I'll crush with the sole of my feet. You don't how I suffered before I got here.” I hissed. “Today was just your first day and look what you've done…” “You should be grateful to me for goodness sake. I saved your sorry ass. Your girlfriend came here and create a scene. If the news had gone out, what do you think will happen to your reputation? Huh?”

"Her son... Does that mean—could that boy be *your* son, Victor? You told me she was pregnant when you... well, when you messed up with Evelyn." Victor’s expression darkened as he thought about it. He sat down, his hands clenched tightly into fists. "I don’t know, man. I honestly don’t know. I’ve been trying to put the pieces together, but nothing makes sense right now. “Even before you walked in here, I was doing some digging, trying to get some clarity. That’s when I found out Rachael’s not just some orphan like we always thought. Turns out she’s a long-lost heiress. Like, for real. Her family has been looking for her all these years, and she had no clue.”

he said softly, his eyes searching mine with a tenderness that made my heart ache. “I don’t have a choice,” I whispered. “If I falter, everything falls apart.” He shook his head gently. “We carry this burden together.” The words were a balm, but I knew the truth. I had always carried more—because I was the heiress. Because the blood spilled in my family’s name had to be avenged. But now, more than ever, I realized that revenge wasn’t enough. We needed more than fury. We needed strategy, alliances, and above all, trust.

She had wanted to burn Lysander and Elara to ash. She had done that. But looking at the faces around the table—the laughter, the arguments, the brilliant, dangerous minds she had nurtured—she realized that destruction was easy. Anyone could burn a house down. The real revenge was building a Fortress that no one could ever topple. The real revenge was being happy. She picked up her crystal goblet. "A toast," Vespera said. The table fell silent. They looked at the matriarch. The woman who had started it all.

“I don’t care. Her response came instantly, cold and emotionless. “I want names. Witnesses. Reports. Anything connected to Lucian, the Hale, Adrian... everyone.” Damien exhaled slowly. “You think they were involved?” Annabelle’s lips curled faintly. “I think rich families protect ugly secrets.” Her eyes hardened. “And I think Lucian Hale has spent too long pretending to be untouchable.” Silence stretched between them. Damien studied her face carefully, probably realizing this was no longer about jealousy alone. Annabelle wanted revenge. Real revenge. The kind that ruined lives. Finally, he nodded once with a sigh. “I’ll look into it.”