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But I do. He's taken me to healing centers across every pack territory. We've tried everything. Nothing worked. I finally made the decision to give up my Alpha wolf and become a beta. I secretly returned to Crimson Ridge pack and found the pack's witch. I begged her to weaken my bloodline so I could conceive easier. "Your bloodline is your birthright. As the Alpha heiress of our pack, is this really worth it?" "Yes. I've thought it through completely. I just want to have my own child..."

And besides, it would be a little hypocritical of her to refuse him now on the basis of his wealth, when she had just unearthed laws making herself one of the youngest female CEO billionaires in history. Pot and kettle and all that. Feeling like her thoughts had been gathered, Abigail headed back to the house. But she decided to make a pit stop. She now knew that the uncultivated lands she had been so casually strolling on for months did not, in fact, belong to her father and were not part of his estate. But, Abigail supposed, no one had arrested her yet. So, she might as well take one last walk there. She was walking for a few minutes, when she heard a familiar voice.

Her reflection in the glass looked calm, composed, almost serene — nothing like the storm building quietly behind her eyes. "I can't wait to see their smug little faces change when Elizabeth reveals I'm still Cornell's fiancée." she muttered under her breath, her lips barely moving, her gaze fixed on some far-off point beyond the darkening sky. "The Shaw fortune came from my mother's family. Now that I'm here, I'm going to take back every last cent, and drive those shameless parasites out for good." She let the words settle into her chest like a vow, something solid and cold and necessary, before she turned from the window and made her way out of the house, her heels clicking softly against

"A deal? A wolfless, broken heiress who dropped out of school to hide a pregnancy thinks she can ride the Reaper? What the hell could you possibly have that I want? And don't even get me started on your body, I could have any woman I wanted." "But none of them is the heiress to the billion dollar Vance Holdings Company Or has access to its deepest, most protected financial records. The offshore routing numbers, the shell companies my stepmother uses to launder money for the Cross pack, and the legal blueprints to completely dismantle Julian’s family from the inside out. I will give you everything. I will put the weapon to bury them right in your hands."

I'd thought coming back to the Bennetts would put us on equal footing. I'd thought being the real Bennett heiress would finally let us be together openly. Turned out it was all just something I'd thought. Something sour twisted in my chest. My nails bit into my palm until they drew blood. I forced out a smile and looked up at him. "Of course. But you still owe me one last payment to keep me quiet. Thirty million." He froze where he stood. I flashed him an OK sign. "Don't forget now, Don Hale. Thirty million."

Thorne protested, even as his hands instinctively began stripping the heavy copper cables from the wall sockets. "Let them look," Maya said, a fierce, defiant smile breaking through her exhaustion. "We’re going to give Silas Vane exactly what he asked for. We’re going to ping the Heiress’s primary location. But we’re going to use the IMF’s own automated foreclosure grid as the delivery system." The Liquid Heiress sensed the shift in strategy. The towering figure in the pool shrieked; a sound like tearing metal and lunged forward with her entire mass, a tidal wave of violet code designed to crush the console and everyone standing near it.

Kira smiled. “Please deduct the hospital fees from my salary!” “No need. This is a workplace injury, and the hotel will cover it.” “Thank you.” Bess, both moved and upset, tears welled up in her eyes. “I came to ask you something.” Kira's expression turned serious, her voice clear and low, “What are you planning to do about Jasmine?” “Jasmine is the Anderson group’s heiress. I don’t have any influence, power, or status. What can I do?

Who could this be? She quickly replied, [Absolutely not. Give me a number, I’ll pay you any amount you desire. Just so you know, I’m the heiress of the Jordan family, so you can’t afford to mess with me. If you choose to cooperate with me, however, I’ll reward you generously.] Undaunted, the person merely replied, [You have nine more minutes to decide.] Tiffany gritted her teeth; she had no choice.

We fucking earned it after all. When money was on the line, the heiress reply came impressively fast. And those proper lady gloves were thrown off. You bastard! That is not what was agreed upon! Father won’t stand for this! You get what was agreed upon and not a penny more! Amber chuckled. She could imagine the heiress’s face when she realized she wasn’t getting a fucking dime of that money period. She was certainly enjoying this, enraging that cunt. It felt fan-fuckin-tastic.

she whispered and he smiled, a smug and satisfied look. “You would really get them back for me?” Adrian asked her and she shrugged. “I love you, it is the least I can do. I will make sure they pay,” she muttered and he nodded, he didn’t doubt her for a second. She was almost as sinister as he, if he got the story right, rumors had circulated that she had climbed a friend to obtain the little stardom and position in society she had. Cassandra Monroe, soon to be Hales, was the queen of sabotage here and he didn’t doubt her if she said she would get them back.