The Heiress Revived From The 5-year Torture Novels & Stories

He was pensive for a moment before he continued, “As for whether she’s hurt or not, it’s true that I ordered someone to set a trap this time, but this isn’t the first time her fiancé is spending time with a prostitute. Do you think this will hurt her or help her?” Vivian did not answer. She was quiet for a moment before she picked up a glass of whiskey and emptied it in a gulp. He sized her up with narrowed eyes. Then, he chuckled softly and praised, “Pretty good. You’re an old sport.” “Thank you,” she answered in a hoarse voice. She covered her hand with her mouth and took a while before she recovered her strength. Then, she picked up another glass and cupped her hands around the glass to s

The princess that was brought back to life by her clan in the past was also properly cared for, and her body was even placed in a coffin made up of ten thousand year old ice jade from the depths of the northern lands. Even then, the princess’ life was still shortened after being revived due to the long years of her body and soul being apart to each other. But, Asha is confident that no matter how many years passed, the preservation method she did by using the blood as medium is perfect, and reviving Priestess Eva with the moon crystal would be a sure deal. Soran’s eyes widened at the mention of Priestess Eva. He has been focused only on ensuring to bring Asha back to life that he did not pay

Your woman must be so proud of you," she whispered softly before returning back inside. ***** Meanwhile, Lyriel sat quietly at the table, absentmindedly peeling an apple. Her phone suddenly vibrated. She quickly grabbed it, expecting Damien. She’d already seen the news about Gilbert taking over the Cruz Empire, so she thought he might call. But it wasn’t Damien. It was a message from an unknown number. Her brows furrowed as she tapped the screen. A single image loaded...a chest with a familiar tattoo. Her heart skipped and her hand trembled slightly. Before she could process it, another message appeared. "Aren’t you looking for the one who killed your parents? He’s alive and well… If you’re

A snide voice came from behind me. “After all, Mr. Harlow has spent the last three days publicly declaring in the media that he’s breaking off the engagement with the Grant family.” I stopped my assistant, Emily, from speaking up in my defense. The situation was far more complicated than a broken engagement. This was the year Victor, during a rural inspection trip, had a car accident and fell off a cliff. He was saved by a young village girl. The girl was delicate and beautiful. In her panic to save him, she accidentally consumed a poisonous herb and lost her voice.

“But right now, the gallery is fully booked. If you had brought this to me a week ago, I would have agreed without hesitation.” A lump formed in my throat. A week ago? If only I had known. If only I had acted faster, moved quicker, been one step ahead instead of drowning in my own hesitation. Delaware exhaled, leaning back slightly as if trying to soften the blow. “At the moment, Hillman has booked a three-week convention to showcase the missing pieces of Hilther—treasures from the ancient times. We’re swamped, Darla.” Hillman. Of course.

~Elena~ I tossed and turned in bed, thinking about the kiss Christian and I had almost shared. My heart hadn't stopped racing since I entered the room and collapsed onto my mattress, and no matter how many times I replayed the night, I couldn't make sense of it. I had almost kissed him. Almost kissed Christian Royal. The words sounded like they belonged to someone else’s life. This was supposed to be revenge, a clean, calculated plan to make Owen and Ariana pay for murdering me and my unborn child in my past life.

She won't allow her marriage of three years to crumble because of her evil sister. “Divorce me you say? Are you really thinking of doing that right now?” She paused and continued. “Divorce me and see how I bring down Reynolds Incorporated. I will make sure I destroy every damn thing related to that company. I revived the company and made it what it is today with my hard work and intelligence. Trust me, I can use that same intelligence to bring it down.” She whisper-yelled. Charles' eyes widened in disbelief. He knew she could destroy his company in a twinkle of an eye. She had helped him revive the company when it was failing, even if he couldn't explain how she was able to do it.

"You’re getting predictable, Iris. If you can’t find a real scandal, you try to manufacture one." The caption was a veiled threat: Does the 'virtuous' heiress know her secret meetings are being watched? Mother wouldn't be pleased to know where you’ve really been. Evelyn didn't delete it. Instead, she felt a familiar, cold prickle at the back of her neck. It wasn't the email. It was her body. The three years in the damp, lightless cells of the outskirts had left a permanent mark on her constitution. Every few weeks, a sudden, bone-chilling fever would take hold, a remnant of the untreated pneumonia that had nearly claimed her life.

“You call this this imprisonment saving?” Vera’s smile widened. “She was dying. You know that, don’t you? In your first life, Calla never lived past twenty. Her condition was irreversible.” Elena stiffened. She did know. That timeline’s grief had carved itself into her. Vera continued, voice silky. “So I intervened. I brought her into Project Rebirth. I gave her a second chance.” “You didn’t give her anything,” Elena snapped. “You stole her. You used her!”

But the burn didn’t ease the knot in his chest. The news flashed on TV. “In breaking news, the missing Hartman heiress has been found alive after twenty-three years…” Adrian froze. The screen showed Evelyn stepping from a black car, surrounded by cameras. “She’s the missing Hartman heiress,” he whispered. Charlotte paled. “That’s impossible.” Adrian barely heard her. Every cruel word he’d thrown at Evelyn echoed in his head. He’d called her a gold digger, said she didn’t belong. Now she was the richest woman in New York.