The Heiress Revenge: Abandoned No More Novels & Stories

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.

But who could have imagined that I had only been three years abroad, but he'd proudly bring his mistress home and let her humiliate me like this? I couldn't hold back the grief and rage. I screamed, "I'm the Shea heiress. If any of you will help me, the Shea family will hand over our domestic assets!" Before the words finished, a bridesmaid pummeled my abdomen with a few hard fists. Pain shot through me, and I collapsed to the floor. Evelyn looked down at me with contempt. "The Shea heiress? Everyone knows the Shea family is abroad. Strip her." I struggled, and the flash drive holding our core technology slipped from my pocket. I reached for it, but Evelyn grabbed it first.

Vivienne’s icy gaze measured Adrielle like a diamond being appraised, sharp and unyielding. “I’ve heard the rumors,” Vivienne said, her voice smooth but edged with steel. “The heiress who lost everything, then vanished.” Adrielle met her stare evenly. “I’m here to reclaim what’s mine.” Vivienne’s smile was thin, calculating. “Bold. Dangerous. I like it. But this city doesn’t give up its secrets easily. You’ll need more than fire.” Lucien stepped forward, his presence a silent warning. “We’re prepared to play your game.”

"Good. I’ve been dying to wipe that smug expression off his face." I moved to the center table, picked up the thick dossier labeled "Cross Holdings Inc." "He thought he won," I murmured, my fingers tightening around the dossier. "He thought killing me would clean the slate." "But he only created his worst nightmare." Vivian nodded, concurring with me. I glanced back at her, fire burning in my chest. "Let’s start. It’s long overdue." Vivian didn’t need further instructions. She picked up her phone and started dialing. "We initiate Project Emberfall. You’ll have full eyes and ears in all their divisions by the end of next week. And the leak we prepared—"

Elara and I slowly turned to exchange a long, heavily loaded look. We were already bitter, broken, and utterly humiliated by our brutal fall from grace—furious at how we had been treated like disposable trash by Valeria. But this sudden, apocalyptic distraction? This was a gift straight from the Moon Goddess herself. An absolute blessing in disguise. "Let's go," I whispered. We began sneaking rapidly through the unlocked, abandoned corridors of the estate, desperately looking for anything we could steal—valuables, royal jewelry, or any kind of political leverage we could use to buy our freedom from this hellhole and reclaim our standing in the high-society wolf world.

Colour has crept back into his skin, a soft glow lights his eyes. The inside of Shaw Mansion is even more dazzling than its exterior. High ceilings catching light, crystal reflecting crystal. We settle into a vast hall that feels more like a drawing room meant for royalty. A plush carpet cushions my steps. The air carries a faint jasmine scent, soft and lingering. “Jenny, you can change and relax,” Heidi says. “It's okay, I don’t need to,” I reply, already shaking my head. “I’m leaving soon.” “Where are you staying now?” Her brows knit slightly. “I heard the Smith Manor is in terrible condition. And the mob even attacked the Hale Mansion.”

“And then quietly reclassified during the restructuring three years ago.” Vivienne’s stomach turned cold. “She didn’t overlook it,” Elise continued. “She buried it.” Vivienne felt something in her chest fracture—not weakness, but fury sharpening into something precise. “Why are you telling me this now?” she asked. A pause. Because she’s preparing something worse than legal retaliation. Elise’s voice softened. “Because she’s moving assets offshore. Personal assets. She’s not just protecting herself—she’s preparing to disappear.” Daniel and Vivienne exchanged a look.

“Failure, definitely.” A laugh rippled through the room, Of course he’d turn my near-death into PR gold. The questions came faster. “Mr. Blackthorne, is it true Commissioner Hale ordered a raid on your property?” “Yes,” he said coolly. “And I’ll be filing a lawsuit for damages. His men destroyed private documents, my property, and….” his eyes flicked to me “......nearly endangered my fiancée.” That word again. Fiancée. Each time he said it, it sounded more believable.. even too me.

“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.