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

Their dubious and rather diabolical counterparts were locked up in the deepest crypt within the Association, sealed with the most powerful magic and destined to never see the light of day again. Evanora Vischer was rescued and subsequently rehabilitated. However, the trauma she suffered by virtue of her imprisonment, torture and subsequent misuse of Fate magic left wounds too deep to be healed by mere counselling. She struggled to adapt to the outside world and lived as a recluse for most of her life, only interacting with Henrietta and her children.

I was no longer the rich heiress; they didn’t see the need to be around me anymore. I heard footsteps approaching the door there was a knock then the door opened “Ariana…” Nora called out“Mehn this room is dark I can’t see a thing” I saw her walk to the window carefully then drag the curtains open immediately the sunlight flashed on my face. “Ahhh!” I raised my hand to block the light covering my eyes. “Jesus, Ariana you’re still on this floor?” She rushed to me and bent in front of me“Please stop doing this to yourself there a huge bed in this room why are you torturing yourself”

The forest replied with silence, yet the shadows seemed to pulse with intent. I took a deep breath. Every instinct, every memory, every ounce of will surged within me. I was not the same Silver who had been struck down in the forest. I was reborn. I was Iris. And I would reclaim everything. The moonlight caught the gleam of a pair of eyes in the darkness—a figure standing silently, watching, waiting. And I knew, with every fiber of my new body, that the hunt had begun… and this time, I would not run.

A faint smile touched her lips. They still had no idea who had returned. ********************* At a luxurious mansion, Oliver – the heir to the Winchester empire, was just descending the stairs alongside his assistance - Eric Painter. The Winchester estate was already awake. The entire estate operated like a kingdom. And Oliver stood at its center. Despite the gunshot wounds hidden beneath his clothes, he looked perfectly composed. Only the coldness in his eyes hinted at the violence of the previous day. "They jumped me at the hotel." Oliver said. "I killed a dozen of their men, but their fucking ringleader, he got away."

The moment the warmth left his face completely. The moment his footsteps changed from gentle to sharp, deliberate, and cold. Downstairs, the mansion was no longer a home. It was an operation. Ethan stood in the dim light of the study, his phone pressed to his ear. “Everything went smoothly,” he said quietly. A woman’s voice replied almost immediately, impatient and sharp. “So she’s back to trusting you again?” Ethan exhaled slowly, glancing toward the ceiling—toward the room where Isabella slept unknowingly.

"Anastasia made the choice. She decided to use the prototype. She said she could not let the child die without trying. So we administered the cure. We waited. Hours passed. But the child... the child did not survive." The words hung in the air. "The council sent Valeria to bring her back. They threw her on the floor of the council chamber like a criminal. They stripped her of her title. They called her a murderer. And then..." Kassian's voice broke. "Then they flogged her. Twenty lashes. Her back... her back is torn apart. She could barely stand. And they locked her in the cell anyway." I was already walking. I did not hear the rest of Kassian's words. I did not hear Ethan calling after me.

His assets were frozen, his name disgraced, and his empire crumbled. As I sat back in my chair, looking out the window at the city below, I couldn’t help but smile. This is just the beginning. You can't escape the wrath of a billionaire heiress.

“Our man spotted someone resembling her at a five-star hotel earlier today. He was certain when her best friend and secretary entered the hotel shortly after. She left the building again tonight, and he captured this.” Bianca gasped softly, but I didn’t acknowledge her. My mind raced. Arlene Gomez, alive? The woman everyone had assumed was dead after that fateful accident five years ago? I leaned back, a slow smirk curling my lips. “So, the prodigal heiress returns. How… entertaining.” Marco nodded. “It seems she’s been in hiding. Her sudden reappearance now is no coincidence.” “No,” I murmured, my smirk deepening. “This is no coincidence.”

“Drop the act, Willow, and tell us where Casey is now!” a voice boomed, and the next thing I knew, a bucket of ice water was dumped over my head. I watched myself from a distance in amusement, my head still covered in ice. It turned out I was the real heiress in the story of switched daughters. Today marked four months since I was reunited with my family, and sadly, it was also the day I died. My lack of response only made my biological brother, Caleb Carter, angrier.

Without taking my eyes off her, I said to Louis “please bring me the solution to revive her, it won’t work like that.” “Yes ma'am,” Luis approached my victim, and grabbed her hair, lifting her face. Disgust was the only thing I felt towards her. But not only because her face was practically disfigured. But for her betrayal, lies, and deception, not to mention murder. Luis put the special chemical under her nose, making her come to her senses immediately. She slowly opened her eyes, and what she saw first was my face. “NO, NO! Stay away, no, stay away, stay away.” This made me laugh, “Come on Hilda, you did everything you could to make me stay with you. You even killed my Edward. Don't tell m