Novel & Cerita The Heiress Revived From The 5-year Torture

"How did you manage to stay?" Vita pointed at Laurel. "She just cried in front of the bodyguards and lured them away." Then she looked at Rebecca. "She drew a birthmark on her lower back and said she was the real heiress. She threatened that if they delayed her family reunion, she would make them regret it. Those people had no idea what the real heiress situation was, so they believed her and let us in." Finally, she flexed her arm. "And the rest who didn't fall for our tricks, we knocked them out."

Grandfather Thomas boasted, gesturing proudly with his cane. "Nonsense, Thomas! Look at that stance! That's pure Monteverde tactical agility right there, hahaha!" Grandfather Rodolfo countered, laughing heartily. "Both of you stop corrupting my nephew!" Vivi shouted from a sunbed nearby, wearing dark sunglasses while sipping a cocktail alongside Mrs. Ann Smith. Watching our family laugh, bicker, and thrive in total peace brought a sudden wave of emotion to my eyes. I remembered where I started—a betrayed, broken girl who died in cold darkness, reborn with a heart filled with nothing but cold, bloody vengeance. I had thought my second life would be consumed entirely by war and bloodshed.

“That disgusting video?” “Disgusting video?” Vivian parroted. Then, as if she was tickled pink by Estella’s remark about the video, her lips twisted into a scornful grin before she spoke patiently, “That’s right. That’s the one. I’m the woman in the video. A couple of days after your father’s accident, Edward kidnapped me. He dosed me up with something, then took a video of me.” Slack-jawed, Estella stared at her in disbelief.

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. In the hushed quietude of the night, Eva Torres paced the plush carpet, the air thick with a nervous energy that prickled her skin. Her reflection in the gilded mirror showed a stark contrast – the woman she knew, clad in sensible cotton pajamas, battled with the image she sought to portray. Tonight, silk whispered against her skin, a luxurious departure from the usual comfort. The delicate fabric clung to her curves in a way that was both foreign and exhilarating, the coolness a stark contrast to the hea

She growled as she recalled what he did to her. “Don’t worry, we will make his life even more miserable. Now, about that thing, do you think we should send him a surprise while he is sick?” He asked. “Nope, let’s save that one for when he has recovered. I’m sure it will be more pleasurable to see how devastated he would be when he receives the tape after he just barely escape death.” She replied with a small smirk on her face. Only when they discussed this matter did she feel her blood boiling. She actually wanted to do a lot of sadistic and cruel things toward him on her own.

She used every single tool she laid her hands on. Hailee screamed in pain and at some point, she passed out. I tried to intercede but I didn't want to do anything that would anger my fiancé, so I let her. She was revived revived cold water before another torture session continued. And with each stroke of the club, Clara called her a "whore." The dark pleasure continued to rise within me again. The thought of gagging and fucking every hole in her body as she was being battered crossed my mind, and left quickly.

The girl got scared and quickly ran back in haste. Pushing the old woman to the other four maids, I slapped the fifth maid in anger and knock her off. "If any of you dares to move, I will just kill her." Grabbing hold of the woman again, this time I squeezed her neck tighter. One of the maids ran to the unconscious maid and checked out her pulse, when she saw she was okay but just unconscious, she exhaled in relief and turned to me. "What do you want from us Miss Evelyn? Why are you torturing us like this? In what way have we offended you?" She asked with tears.

He was wrong, and my wolf beneath the skin simmered with irritation, claws flexing just under my nails. Ryan looked at me, calm as ever, and spoke loudly. "There's only one true heiress, yes, but Mrs. Frost gave birth to Serena Frost in the hospital-then, through a cruel twist of fate, the child was swapped. Eighteen years later, she's finally back. The woman before you is the one who lived eighteen years as the false heiress, enjoying privileges she never earned." The doorman's jaw dropped. "So that's why… I thought she was a shameless fraud from the moment I saw her. Turns out she is-and had the audacity to pretend for eighteen years!"

CELINE I went to the door to check who was knocking at my door. I know that if it's not Rachel then it will be Orion. I opened the door and saw him standing outside with a tray of fruit. “Hi," he said and I smiled at him, pulling the door wide open for him. “Please come in,” I said and he came inside. I turned on the TV to watch the popular movie show trending all over the internet. It's actually about who was almost murdered. The people who held her captive threw her into the water and instead of dying, a man fishing happened to find her and take her to the village. She lost her memory but this hot guy took care of her.

Luna sacrificed everything for love. Two years ago, she dragged her husband, Kael Sterling, out of a burning car wreckage after he crashed while drunk over his ex-fiancée, Seraphina. The crash left Luna with a shattered knee, permanent physical scars, severe anxiety, and a destroyed career as a top international fashion designer. For two years, billionaire CEO Kael treated her with meticulous care, but his care was built on guilt, not love. He saw Luna as an honorable debt he was bound to repay. When Seraphina returns to the city as a fake psychological consultant, Kael eagerly follows her advice, removing Luna’s physical safety guards and forcing her into painful situations under the guise