Novel & Cerita The Heiress Revenge: Abandoned No More

I muttered, forcing myself to stand. “The one without a signature?” Her grin widened. “Theo stole it. And then I stole it from him. It’s mine now. All I need is one good forgery and I’ll be the next CEO. Try to stop me and I’ll make your past look like a fairy tale.” “You’re sick,” I said quietly. “But I won’t fight you here. Not beside my father’s body. Get out.” She didn’t. She spat on him. I lost it.

Right? I straightened, my jaw setting. She thought this was over? She thought she could walk away from me, marry him, and just forget? No. No fucking way. I’d get her back. No matter what it takes. Even if I had to burn the whole world down to do it. I glanced back at the door which she had disappeared through. “Just you wait, Alexandra. I'll get you back.”

The questions gnawed at me, but I forced myself to focus on the task at hand—stopping Emily and Jessica. My daughter’s voice broke through my thoughts. “Turn left here, Auntie Sarah!” she directed, her small finger pointing at the map. Sarah followed her instructions without hesitation, the car weaving through the less crowded back roads. My hands trembled slightly as I applied the last touches of mascara. I took a deep breath, glancing at my reflection in the car mirror. Gone was the scared, broken girl from six years ago. I had transformed myself—physically, mentally, and professionally. I was no longer the weak victim. I was Susan Davidson, the rightful heir to the Davidson Corporation.

Saying that Hallie laughed loudly… “After you die, everything belongs to me… the villa, the company, Darren… Everything came back to it’s original owner…” Hearing her words, I looked at her coldly and said, “Come to its original owner? Who are you deceiving… The villa belongs to my mother and the company belongs to my grandfather… If not for my mother, your father would have nothing… So, stop dreaming! You will never get anything!” “Ailina don’t be stubborn. Even though you are about to die, but if you give your mother’s things, I can give you a antidote and keep you alive…” Hallie said condescendingly.

The more the guests whispered, the more the Reynolds looked smaller, not just because of the physical falls they had taken, but because a social currency they were used to spending had been invalidated. Bella, bleeding, embarrassed and furious with humiliation, tried to clutch at remnants of authority. She staggered to her feet, forcing a smile that was skeletal, a learned posture of people who still wanted to be believed. She took a step forward and said, with all the brittle pride she could muster, “I am Bella Reynolds — heiress, top scorer this year, fiancée to Mr Collins.” It was a title-list repeated like a prayer, an attempt to conjure respect.

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.

He wraps his arms around my waist and pull me closer to him. “I will make you pay for this.” It’s the desire in his voice that get me all excited right before my nostrils are filled by cinnamon and mint. THE HAZE! “Omar,” I warn when he whisks me off my feet and heads straight to our chambers. I, Abigail, the heiress, luna and queen of the Lily town pack, am the happiest woman alive.

Ethan catching us in the mansion would ruin my plans. I snapped towards the window, and my eyes narrowed at how wide and large it was. I pushed her to it, pulling it open. I carried her onto the balcony. *** We managed to escape, and we were back in my mansion. The party was over, and Keith was going through the signet to see if it had been tampered with. "This is it, the original signet of Mr Coleman. You have a pretty good chance of getting everything back with this." She beamed at his words, the hope of finally being in reach lighting up her eyes.

“Both the King and Queen nodded and came aside. The three of them entered the private room. Abigail closed her eyes and called Astoria with a spell. In seconds, Astoria appeared in front. “Astoria Rati Slava, My Ancestor. I am Abigail Rati Slava. The True descendant of Ursula Rati SLava and the true-born heir to inherit the High Priestess position of the witch coven. And these lands would b freed from curse only when I and Orion get married as he was the only true heir of Annora,” Abigail said with a smirk.

“I mean, just guide me so that I'll make him love me more. I straightened. “I don’t know what you think this is, but I’m not some messenger between you and Hayden. If you can get him to bed with you, you should sort it out yourself” Her eyes widened innocently. “Oh no, Abby, you’ve misunderstood me. I just… thought we could be friends. Since we'll be staying under the same roof for some time” I didn't say anything but walked towards the door. Her next word stopped me “I'm carrying his heir. It won't favour you if you choose to be my enemy.” She said, a smirk curled up her lips