The Heiress Revenge: Abandoned No More Mga Nobela at Kwento

Señora Sheilla kept swearing when she returned to the Mansion. Her head only got hotter to this day Alysia still cannot be found. She has been looking for it for several days. But, it was still not found she did not know now where to find it. She knew it would come back and she wouldn’t let that day happen. But she was not afraid because even before it left the Mansion, all of Domenick's property had been transferred to her name. She doesn't have any money anymore, she has all her money and she can't do anything else.

"But it looks like a lot of clothes have been lost in the room. Maybe go away to hide, Sir." Hide? These people are insane! For sure, Mommy will show up anytime soon. He's not at fault, I'm sure of it! She may be evil at times, but I'm sure she's not capable of doing something as evil as that. He will clean up this scandal, I’m sure! "We will put you under surveillance, Miss Escareal. We need to monitor the actions here in your mansion," the Chief. I was beyond mad. Mommy and I just had a fight last night, and these all happened now.

“And?” An angry smirk tugged at her lips. “I come bearing gifts, and this is how you react?” Lucien snorted, sitting back on the sofa. Raven ignored him, and so did I, as my attention remained on her alone. “Mind elaborate?” She loosened a breath. “Lilly moved out from the residence, and it seems like she is no longer the Hayes fortune heir.” “What?!” That question rose in my head, but it was Lucien who shouted it before I could.

After leaving my husband, who did not love me, I restored my status as an heir to a super-rich family. With newfound clarity and determination, I reclaimed my birthright and embraced the responsibility that came with it. No longer bound by the constraints of a loveless marriage, I embarked on a journey of self-discovery and empowerment, guided by the unwavering support of my family. As I stepped into my role as heiress, I vowed to honor the legacy of generations past while forging my own path towards a future defined by resilience, strength, and unabashed authenticity.

That was the last thing she ever said to me before she disappeared. Then three days later, news hit every pack channel: "Supreme Heiress Summer Varye abdicates. Crown passes to Garett Blackthorn" Overnight, she went from throne to trash. From valuable to void. My Beta laughed: “Alpha, you bought a crownless doll.” I didn’t laugh. I don’t bluff. And I don’t let vows break, even when the prize rots. “Find her,” I told him. “Contract says she’s mine. Death doesn’t void it.”

But he was smiling, small and real, and something about the ease of the whole morning— Diana's laughter, his unguarded answer, the ordinary domestic mess of dishes still sitting in the sink— made the penthouse feel, for the first time since I'd moved in, less like a museum and more like somewhere a person could actually live. I was drying the last plate when my phone buzzed against the counter, and I glanced at it without much urgency, expecting Diana with some follow-up commentary on the interrogation. It wasn't Diana. It was an email notification, sender unfamiliar, subject line stark against the lock screen: *Eleanor Voss Estate— Invitation, This Weekend.*

"Well, Congratulations I suppose?" "Victoria has disappeared." He continued without emotion. "She left the country eight days ago. We have not been able to locate her." I waited. "The wedding cannot be postponed. The merger cannot fail." He looked up at me. "You will marry Adrian Kingsley in Victoria's place." The room went very still. "You will assume her identity for three years. During that time you will conduct yourself as Victoria Hale in every public and private capacity. At the end of three years, you're free to go. You will walk away with enough money to never worry about poverty again."

No excessive makeup. Yet the icy aura surrounding her made the entire ballroom feel suffocating. Click. Click. Click. The sound of her heels echoed across the marble floor. And with every step— Selena’s face grew paler. “Ve… Vessara…?” Selena’s smile froze completely. Jason frowned immediately. Mr. and Mrs. Laurent abruptly rose to their feet. Whispers instantly spread throughout the ballroom. “Wasn’t she in prison?” “The fake heiress?” “She actually came back?”

"Patrizia is really taking things too far now. Nina's health is poor, so she naturally requires more attention, but Patrizia has never been understanding of our situation. "She just indulges her own selfish whims. She even went ahead and liquidated her assets and canceled her residency status behind our backs. She's being completely reckless." Daniele shook his head in exasperation. "She's crossing the line this time, learning how to pull tricks like revoking her residency just to frighten us. Does she think making it on her own out there is that easy? I'm going to give her a good talking-to and tell her not to be so willful in the future once she returns."

she replied casually and logged onto the hacker's website with one swift move. {Isn't cutting off all contact with him now the best? Why would you even agree to meet a scum like that?} "Cutting him off is only letting him escape. I won't let anyone who cheats on me or the original owner of this body go scot-free, all of them will have to pay in due time. As for the Smith family, I will slowly and surely remove all of their backbones and then crush them in one fell swoop. Just wait and see!"