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

The detective tried to speak, but only the pain he felt and didn’t force it. The last time he remembered was getting struck by a pen in his throat from a psychopath... Is he still alive? ‘I thought they meant to kill me.’ Although his legs weren’t that broken, he still couldn’t move them properly and it was hard for him to stand up. He didn’t try to. He didn’t know why he was still alive---no... He didn’t know why that psychopathic assassin let him alive... But there are things he found out and confirmed. Miss Gizelle Heirbert, also known as Miss Zelle, wasn’t the last heir of that family. She was, in fact, the second daughter, and the eldest was still alive and well in the mansion.

she began. My stomach dropped. She continued. "I heard from one of the guards in the mansion that she tried to outsmart the woman. She ended up being captured and tortured. She was also poisoned and burnt. Thankfully, Big Boss managed to save her, but—” “Wait,” I interrupted, my voice rising. “Burned? Poisoned? What are you saying?” “She survived,” the woman said quickly. “But she’s paralyzed now. The doctors don’t think she’ll ever walk—or even talk—again."

As soon as she was gone, I quickly dragged my chair towards the bottle and felt for it on the floor. I fell onto the bottle, wincing in pain as it shattered beneath me. I stretched out my hands, feeling for a sharp piece, and picked it up. Using it to cut through the ropes, I managed to free myself in no time. A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I grabbed my bag and phone, ready to make my escape. But just as I was about to leave, a sharp object struck my head, and I let out a loud scream. I turned around, and my eyes met Olivia's furious face as she stood over me, a wooden object clutched in her hand. I felt myself falling to the floor, my vision blurring.

I scrambled to my feet. “You weren’t supposed to open the Veil,” a cold voice said. I turned—and nearly choked. The First Heir stood behind me. But not as I remembered him. He was... decaying. Half his face gone, revealing bone and ash. His body was cracked like stone burned too long in fire. “You’re dead,” I said. He smiled, jagged and full of venom. “And so are you. Or you will be soon enough. You broke the curse… but you didn’t destroy me.”

Labelled as the 'Daughter of the Failed Knight', their family was stripped of their lands and wealth, and the once lady— Cataleia Evangelya Reiss, has now become nothing more than a maid. The Governor took notice upon her exotic beauty during her father's funeral, which was held by the Palace. Sir Reiss, despite loathed by the Mother Queen, was pardoned with respect by the young King of the Human Territory. But it wasn't very long that Cataleia learned how to snap. She had killed the Governor and brought calamity upon herself after she had done the deed. There was no more turning back. At this moment, she is now the enemy of Askavan.

She's tried to assassinate me countless times and every time she does that Cedric would always torture her to death, and as usual, she comes back to life after a few hours of death. The past five months of torturing Angela in her every attempt to kill me we've come to understand about her ability. Angela's wound won't heal quickly and would leave scars if you torture her without killing her just like a normal person, but if you torture her to death she'll come back to life with all her wounds and bruises are gone even the scars she got a few years back before dying. I sometimes think her ability is quite amazing because you will never cease to exist and you never get old. But thinking about

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.

Then again, it could be due to the lack of air she was getting in her, due to Christian’s grip on her throat. To her relief, he soon released his hold and gave her some breathing room. “Luckily for you, unlike you people, I actually know how to give second chance to people. If you can prove to me that you really do know pain as she had, I will revoke the demotion, and owe you a favor. Fail, on the other hand, and you best be prepared for hell. The same hell she was forced to experience.” While still confused on who this ‘she’ was he kept referring to, Rebecca could see that there was no talking her way out of this. Shakily, she wordlessly nodded in agreement to whatever torture was to come t

in no time. She tortured me, whipped me, and woke me up when I was unconscious, then continued to torture me. I seemed to forget that I had been her rescuer. I even felt sorry for her losing parents to be orphaned. But I would never be threatened to confess out of something I didn’t do myself. Although it was painful, I showed no worries to her torture, for the clotting grass precipitate in my body and the medicine given by the Elder could make my wound heal quickly, at least in half a month. So I was planning to get out of here in the next two weeks.

"But she's not even officially trained for leadership!" Elder Thorne banged his ceremonial staff on the ground, trying to restore order. "This is highly irregular! The candidates were already selected!" I smiled coldly. "The election was suspended due to corruption and treason. That means new candidates can emerge." "But you're not even a pack Alpha!" one of the council members protested. "I am the Alpha heiress of the most powerful pack in the Northern Territories," I replied evenly. "My bloodline is stronger than any Alpha in this room."