Novel & Cerita The Heiress Revenge: A Deal With Marcus

Annabel's POV As I lay in bed, my mysterious visitor's hands roaming my body, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The plan was unfolding perfectly. Andrew and Ava thought they could take me down, but they had no idea who they were up against. My visitor's lips brushed against my ear. "You're doing well, Annabel. The scandal is gaining traction." I smiled, my eyes gleaming with malice. "It's just the beginning. Andrew's empire will crumble, and Ava will be left with nothing." The visitor's hands tightened around me. "You're a true masterpiece, Annabel. Your revenge will be sweet, just like you are”

Why did it gnaw at me, as if Damien’s touch had somehow marked her, stained her, claimed her? My grip on the paper tightened slightly, and I forced myself to exhale, shoving the thought away. My eyes drifted back to the paper, scanning the details Roman had managed to dig up. Most of it was vague, frustratingly incomplete, but then my gaze landed on her full name. Aurora Williams. My breath hitched. Williams. The youngest heiress to the Williams family? And the famous doctor whom everyone spoke about? I stared at the name. The Williams family wasn’t just wealthy—they were untouchable. Titans in the business world, their empire spread across industries and continents. Their name was synonymou

The urge to scream, to run up to him and demand answers, surged within me, but my feet felt rooted to the ground, my mind clouded with shock and betrayal. Then, as if things couldn’t get any worse, I saw her. Emily. She sauntered up to him, a smirk on her lips, her eyes glinting with the cruel satisfaction of someone who knew they had won. My stomach twisted into knots. I watched in horror as she reached out to him, her fingers trailing down his arm in a gesture that was far too intimate, far too familiar. She leaned in closer, her voice low but clear enough for me to catch the smug tone.

Five percent, that number didn’t scare her at all, it sounded like a good deal and a tiny price to pay for her revenge. “You can reject this, but if you do, there is nothing I can do to help you.” He followed. “No, I will accept it. Let’s start working on the contract right away. The faster we get married and get all the formalities over with, the faster I can deal with those people.” “Okay, if that’s what you want. But first, you need to freshen up a little.” He turned on a button on his desk and said something in Greek. Not long after, the maid from before returned and asked Sofia to follow her.

“Hardly. I came to remind you that you don’t own this space; you don’t own this city. Tonight, the spotlight isn’t just yours.” With that, I turned my gaze to Gabriella, who took a small step back, observing me with equal parts disdain and intrigue. “Congratulations on your new partnership,” I said, my openness a strategic mask for the confidence bubbling beneath. “Though we all know you’re merely a pawn in Andre’s elaborate chess game.” Gasps spread through the attendees at my audacity, their eyes darting between the three of us, hungry for the unfolding drama. Gabriella lifted her chin, an unmistakable defiance glimmering in her icy gaze. “And you must be the runaway heiress who’s chosen t

"He and Ms. Vivian had a falling out a few months ago over a business deal. She considers him an opponent. He will approach you at the dinner and behave as though everything is fine." She paused. "She usually responded to him by being very pleasant and giving him absolutely nothing." I nodded. "I can do that." Maria looked at me with one of her careful looks. "I know," she said. And somehow the way she said it carried the clear implication that she was finding this version of Vivian Salvatore not particularly surprising. That she had suspected, from early on, that there was more under the surface than was visible.

I'll make sure she gets the justice she deserves, for being framed for a crime she didn't commit and if I come to find out that her stupid father and his cunning wife were responsible for it, I'll make sure they are punished severely. That's a promise. Not just any lame promise. It was one that I plan to fulfil no matter what happens. “How sure are you about this?” Marcus's voice tore me away from my thoughts and that was when I realised that he was still on the call. I almost forgot about his existence. “I'll speak with you later, man. I have some unfinished business.” I announced and before he could protest, I ended the call.

She’s leaking it, Lila realized. "Look at him, Adrian!" Linda cried. "Is this the 'masterpiece' you wanted? A woman whose heart belongs to a bankrupt loser?" Marcus broke through the first line of security, stumbling toward the glass table. "There is no deal! Not until you admit you're mine!" A guard slammed Marcus into the edge of the table. The glass rattled, and a crystal carafe shattered, soaking the corner of the trillion-dollar merger. Zayed stepped back, his face a mask of absolute fury.

Then, as if a realization suddenly struck him, Marcus slapped his thigh and turned to glare at Stephen. "Wait a minute—don’t tell me the heiress of the Rivers family is the very same woman you once told me you want to marry?" Stephen’s expression darkened even further. Though he still said nothing, his silence spoke volumes. Marcus stared at him, his face twisted in disbelief. He then let out a deep sigh, shaking his head. "What a disaster!"