Novel & Cerita Revenge Of The Abandoned Heiress

She stopped at the door, hand on the handle, and looked back with a wicked smile. “You know where to find me… when you’re ready to choose revenge over love.” The door closed. My heart hammered in my chest. First Chris. Now Jana. Everyone was pushing buttons I didn't even know existed. God, and if Amelia found out now…I needed to do something.

Her eyes gleamed with hatred and wild ambition. "Right now, I need an enormous amount of money and absolute power to destroy Dominic Thorne and Giselle! If I have to betray the crown prince to get Christian's signature tonight, then I'll do it without hesitation! The men of the Vance clan are nothing more than pawns on my chessboard, and I won't allow these false feelings to interfere with my revenge!" Vivienne immediately headed toward the bathroom with confident, determined strides. She did not care about the storm of anger that would inevitably erupt from Tristan later.

Mamma and Papa assumed she was just putting on an act like she always did, so neither of them got up to go after her. Nina had used deceit in the past to steal away the affection meant for me, but ultimately, the consequences caught up with her completely. She was left to live entirely alone in never-ending remorse and resentment for the rest of her days, paying the price for her own past selfishness and malice. Nina remained trapped where she was, suffering through her torment, while I forged ahead, ultimately standing on an even greater international stage. I stood on the world's most prestigious international stage with the trophy in my hands. I was surrounded by flowers as thunderous app

"Your Honor, my son has suffered so much! He married her, and for five years, our family practically took care of her for nothing!" What? Wiping her tears, she said, "This woman is so deceitful! When she married my son, she hid that she was the heiress of Shalton Group, making my son endure hardship with her. Now that my son's in trouble, she walks away. How is that fair?" What? Emily said, "Exactly! She spent extravagantly during the marriage. I know she has handbags worth millions, which should count as marital property and must be divided!" What?

His eyes had no focus as his face was already disfigured. As much as Elizabeth was enjoying Greg withering like a worm she couldn't stay here she had one more mission and that was to go kill Megan. It was either now or never. “Say hello to the devil's because you are going to hell”. She yelled on top of her longs making sure her voice was named with mockery. “I am Elizabeth Chase. The only daughter of the most influential man who has the wealth of generations. The most cunning and manipulative person you will ever meet. I am always ten steps ahead”. She praised herself before taking slow elegant steps outside leaving Greg to burn down into ashes.

She watched as Martin and Claire hurried to Vessara's side, concern written plainly across their faces, and felt something twist painfully in her chest. Today was supposed to be hers. She had imagined herself standing at the center of the ballroom, basking in the admiration of the crowd as Master Sagewood acknowledged her talent. Instead, every eye in the room was fixed on Vessara. The woman who should have been rotting in prison had walked back into her life and stolen everything with a single appearance. Selena lowered her gaze, unwilling to let anyone see the hatred burning behind her eyes. Why had Vessara come back? Why couldn't she have simply disappeared forever? The thought took root

If you’ll attend her show. Of course. Of course they’d figured it out. The narrative was already forming. I could see it: Billionaire CEO’s discarded wife rises from ashes to build fashion empire. The wronged woman. The phoenix. The revenge story everyone loved. And I’d be cast as the villain. The man who threw away a diamond to chase after glass. Another text. Vivian this time. **Vivian:** *Just saw something interesting. Call me.* I called. She answered immediately.

"I've been preparing to take back what they stole from me. My husband. My family. My life." I turned to face her fully, something shifting inside me like tectonic plates rearranging. "But that life was never worth fighting for. Stefan never loved me, not really. My parents never saw me, not clearly. Rose never considered me her sister, only an obstacle." I moved to the window overlooking Manhattan's glittering expanse. A view fitting for who I was becoming. Not Camille Lewis, forgotten daughter and discarded wife. But Camille Kane, heir to an empire, architect of vengeance.

She's even more guarded now that her family betrayed her and her late mother. As she thought about the cause of her and her late mother's deaths, rage bubbled within her once again, and she wished for her father, his wife, and their two children's deaths. {The hostess shouldn't be in haste; you will have plenty of opportunities to take revenge on your enemies. As for what I want, through helping you, I will be able to level up and get more access to the information that my creator left behind for me while also ranking up amongst other systems.} The system explained calmly.

“Mabel forged documents years ago. She had stolen millions. If Jordan is recognized as the rightful heir… everything collapses. Her entire empire. Her life.” Marcus cursed viciously under his breath. Damien’s fists clenched so tightly I heard his knuckles crack. “So this was never just revenge,” Damien said, his voice dangerously low. Victor nodded slowly. “It started as revenge. But now… it’s survival.” A long, suffocating silence followed. Then Victor reached painfully into the inside pocket of his torn jacket. Every guard in the room instantly raised their weapons, the metallic clicks echoing sharply.