The Heiress Revenge: A Deal With Marcus นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he whispered into her ear. Noticing her stiff body, he smirked, “According to the contract, you are expected to be submissive to me as your husband. But have no fear, my dear wife, by tomorrow it will be official and we will both have a nice time together.” he concluded and left the room. Aria shuddered. She did not remember reading that in the contract since she didn't really read it. She was so taken away by the prospect of ultimately having to revenge herself that she had no idea what she was signing up for.

perhaps it was time to start looking out for number one. She leaned in close, lips brushing Marcus's ear. "I have one condition," she whispered. "Karen is mine. I get to watch her fall." Marcus chuckled darkly. "Deal." And so it was settled. Cassandra and Marcus formed a twisted alliance, united by their desire for revenge and power. They would use each other to achieve their goals, twisting each other in ways neither could fathom. It was a dangerous game they played, but for Cassandra, it was a delicious thrill. She would have her vengeance, no matter the cost. And Marcus... well, he would have her. Body, mind, and soul.

I pressed my fingers lightly against the nearest wall. The stone felt warm. Not naturally warm. Like flesh. I jerked my hand back immediately. No. No no no. The estate was alive. Modrach’s words echoed faintly in my mind. A deal has been made. The mansion won’t let her leave. The curse demands sacrifice. I stared slowly around the corridor. Blackwood had never truly been a home. It had been a cage. A breathing one. Suddenly the candles along the walls extinguished all at once.

She said with a bright smile and I nodded. "Let's talk about the deal then, give me more details as to why you suddenly want to get married to me." I questioned holding up a seat for her whole she smiled before taking her seat as she stared at the spacious office for a minute. "It is nice meeting you Daniel Rodrigo and I'm glad you've considered the deal because...." She went silent holding up her breath. "Because if you haven't considered, you would have throwed me out in am instant. I just need revenge and you're the only one I see fit into the drama." She ended with a fierce, stern look.

BRAD Making a deal with the devil would mean you ultimately selling your soul. My stomach churned like a washing machine on high spin as I stood outside Mrs. Raina's office. They do call her the black widow for a reason, this place was as eerie and chilling as a morgue freezer. Well what can I expect from a woman who made her wealth by marrying a dying old man and ultimately inheriting his property. Asking for her support in the CEO vote felt like a Hail Mary pass, a desperate attempt to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat.

He must be working for Benedict and got some information from him, or it could also be he was someone from Lucius’ bunch of enemies trying to pull him down through spying his bride. “You were lying. You don’t know me,” I said with a sure tone. “You sound so sure. Are you a mind reader?” “Stop humoring me. If you’re working for Benedict, you won’t leave here alive.” “For someone who was just bought from underground society, you are pretty brazen. You may be an alpha’s heiress back then, but now you’re nothing but a lowly slave to your crazy master. So, stop acting all arrogant on me.”

"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’ll destroy her completely. “The media is already calling it the ‘Wedding of the Damned,’” Gregory snaps, pacing the room like a caged animal. “T*****r’s trending with #WestfieldScandal and #BlackwoodBetrayal. The stock market isn’t even waiting for Monday. Futures are already tanking.” He stops dead in his tracks, turning to glare at me with eyes that could burn through steel. “Explain to me how a sheltered little heiress managed to outmaneuver all of us. Explain to me how she got her hands on footage that should have been impossible to obtain.”

She seemed so sure, so sickeningly confident that Marcus was going to marry her. He wouldn’t. That wasn’t the plan. It had never been the plan. In no due time, she would have absolutely no property to her name, no liquid assets left to shield her, no matter what kind of meticulous safety nets our father had arranged for her despite his betrayal of me. Everything she took from me, the status, the wealth, the unearned adoration will come back to its rightful owner. I would personally see to it that she was stripped bare of it all.