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Her brows knitted and she chewed on her bottom lip as she read out loud. “Hello, my wonderful fans. It's been a long ass time, but your baddest bitch is back, and she's back with loads of drama! Eek! The last time I brought the tea, you all called me a marriage destroyer and all sorts of names, but look how that turned out. I saved their marriage-by destroying it nonetheless-but at least no one is being lied to. Both spouses are happily separated. As always, I bring out the truth. Now, I have returned with more juicy stories. There is a billionairess out there whose husband is squandering her family's money (on me) just because she's infertile. There's more to the tea than meets the eye.

Then she noticed the smile on my face, “maybe he... “ I didn't let her finish, “How is the media handling the Heiress’s disappearance?” “Uhm about that,” she continued, “Grace is still the prime suspect in the heiress's kidnapping.” Her face turned into a smile, “And obviously… no one knows you're both the Thorne Heiress and Morgana.” Interesting. “So the public feels the Thorne Heiress is still missing,” she added. Good. Let them think that. “And how's the preparation for the party?” I asked

Michael asked, his voice low and hard, grief braided with something far darker. “Father, I was—” Emily began, sobbing. “Don’t you dare call me ‘father,’” he snapped. “Where did you go for the last few days? Don’t lie to me.” “I was at a resort,” she stammered. I cut in, flat and quiet. “She was at a resort because she’d just signed a contract to hand the Grand casino to some man. She knew we’d figure it out, so she hid out.” Michael laughed—bitter, incredulous. “So that’s why you kept nagging me to give you the casino. I even pressed Aria to hand it over.” His face ached with the sting of betrayal.

I was smiling when I left Azrael’s building. Even after all that — the unsettling opulence, his cryptic smirk, and the way his words coiled around me like chains made of silk — I was smiling. Because I had done it. I had the money. I could finally pay Heather back. I could finally unshackle Theo from her control. Even if I have sold my soul to the devil, it was all worth it if it would mean that I would help Theo.

She glanced at her mobile which had been blinking for sometime now. Zia immediately opened her social media account and couldn't help but get amazed. The title being that of the billionaire heiress who had taken back everything to her family empire, others talked about the actress turned billionaire. Several topics were already trending online, with several harsh comments about Asriel, the once powerful billionaire in the country. The only daughter to The Gedor family, had successfully ousted the long time billionaire, who turned out to be an adopted child. His image was trending, with his hands gripping hard on Elvira's neck.

It's been five years since my fiance, Isaac Goodwin, and my own brother, Wade Cafferty, banished me to the slums. Now, they've found me again and asked if I've learned my lesson. "Yes," I reply numbly with a nod. Back then, convinced I'd framed their first love, Renee Sablich, they joined forces to drive me away. They'd forgotten that I was Isaac's fiancee and Wade's sister. Now, I've learned my lesson. I've given up fighting back and chosen to obey them. Yet when I finally give in, Wade suddenly smashes his teacup. "You were never like this before!" he cries. Even Isaac, who once despised me, has tears in his eyes. "Please…" he begs. "I want the old you back, Olivia. The one

Chapter 37 The Caldwell mansion sparkled with desperate opulence, chandeliers polished to a frantic shine as they celebrated their financial resurrection. Crystal glasses clinked with forced cheer, champagne flowed a touch too freely, and Emily held court in the grand salon like a queen restored to her throne after a brief but terrifying exile. Her designer dress, hastily retrieved from the consignment shop where it had been sent just days earlier, caught the light as she moved among the guests, her smile brittle but triumphant.

Kingsley’s hand settled at the small of my back the second we crossed the threshold. Not possessive enough to be vulgar nor casual enough to be accidental. It was proprietary. My spine stiffened instinctively, but I didn’t dare pull away, cameras were everywhere, hidden and obvious, lenses catching reflections in polished surfaces. This wasn’t just shopping. This was a theater. I leaned into him slightly, letting my shoulder brush his chest, my smile sharp and practiced. I could play this role in my sleep. The cold heiress, the untouchable fiancée. My blue eyes were bright with a joy that never quite reached them.

the crowd all looked confused but Venessa was staring at someone in the crowd. “You are the reason for all of these and we officially welcome you back to the family, Aurora,” “What!” Katherine's voice filled my mind. “Welcome our daughter, who we thought we lost, Aurora Clinton. The New CEO and heir to the Clinton's Empire. Welcome home Aurora,’’ Immediately fireworks filled the sky with Welcome Home Aurora written boldly. I couldn't believe my eyes and ears. Aurora walked majestically towards the podium and hugged her parents. “What do they mean by heir?” Katherine asks, nonchalantly.

"I promise I'll buy you every expensive watch in the world," Vivian said. Back then, I thought happiness was within reach. It wasn't until a year later that I found out she was the long-lost heiress of the Grayson family. She said she was going to take back everything she had lost. I didn't say a word and stayed by her side. Abductions, setups, poisonings, accidents—I went through every kind of ordeal. She fought hard and clawed her way to the top, becoming the rightful heiress of the Grayson family. But after that, everything changed.