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

"Celeste! You'll come to a bad end! Just you wait! I won't let this go! I'm the real heiress! I'm the real—" There was a lot buried in what Ivy had just screamed. My mother hadn't caught it, but I—a well-read woman in my own right—understood perfectly. Ivy had been reborn. Well, wasn't that something. A story about a real heiress and a fake one had just turned into a story about a reborn real heiress running into a transmigrated fake one. Talk about a plot twist. … After a few days locked in her courtyard, Ivy seemed to have learned her lesson.

He stretched out a hand and commanded loudly, “Give it to me!” He had schemed for this VIREXIN for so long, waited far too long! Mireille smiled calmly, took a few steps forward, and handed the box to Lucas. Overjoyed, Lucas snatched it eagerly, quickly opened it, revealing a smooth, glossy pill quietly resting inside. Lucas picked up the pill greedily and asked, “This is the VIREXIN?” Mireille smiled elegantly, “Yes, this is the legendary VIREXIN that can bring the dead back to life, worth a fortune. Grandpa, if you don’t believe me, you can have it tested right now.”

, the pain in Megan’s voice was evident as she held onto her chest. Brittany turned backward with an amused smile. “You should answer the young lady”. Hailey stepped forward a little, bending down to the level of Megan who was now on the floor. “You always think the world revolves around you Megan. Did you know I got my memory back. Well practically I didn't lose the memory since Alex induced amnesia on me”. “It wasn't so good. Because Alex was responsible for my kidnap as well as my boyfriend Jackson who is now Dead”.

They ached, but not as much as my back. Giving in to the pain and the need to shut my eyes, I went back to slumber. *** It had been five days since I regained consciousness, five days since I last saw Zayn. I was better now, but I was always indoors. Sleeping, hearing the birds chirping from outside the window, or talking to myself was literally driving me crazy. The four walls of the room felt like a prison, caging me and messing with my mind. What about my revenge? What about my baby?

Last I heard, she was working at a diner in upstate New York, her dreams of a billionaire lifestyle buried under the weight of Julian’s debt. "They thought they could take a crown they didn't earn," Xavier said, his grip tightening protectively. "They forgot that a Queen knows her kingdom better than any thief ever could." The doors to the terrace swung open, and my assistant stepped out, looking frantic but professional. "Mrs. Sterling-Thorne? The guests have all arrived in the ballroom. The Minister is ready, and the press is held back behind the gold cord. It’s time." I looked at my reflection in the glass. I was no longer the girl who did homework for a boy who hated her. I was the archi

The former daughter of a wealthy family had now fallen to a level worse than a dog. "I thought it would be a corpse coming out." A cold sneer hit her immediately. The next second, he took a step forward, and his tall and muscular body instantly loomed over her. After six years of painful torture, she was already beyond recognition. What did he want from her now? Isabella tightly pinched the palm of her hand and asked word by word, "Was it you who exposed my father for tax evasion and misappropriation of public funds? Was the painful torture I suffered in prison for six years also ordered by you?"

No excessive makeup. Yet the icy aura surrounding her made the entire ballroom feel suffocating. Click. Click. Click. The sound of her heels echoed across the marble floor. And with every step— Selena’s face grew paler. “Ve… Vessara…?” Selena’s smile froze completely. Jason frowned immediately. Mr. and Mrs. Laurent abruptly rose to their feet. Whispers instantly spread throughout the ballroom. “Wasn’t she in prison?” “The fake heiress?” “She actually came back?”

Her hair was a little messy she wore a simple, wrinkled dress looking flustered and scared but she was still the most beautiful woman I had ever seen even more beautiful than I remembered. The five years had been kind to her her face was still soft, her eyes still big. My heart did a painful, stupid jump in my chest after everything, my body still reacted to her. Then, the shock turned to something else something hard and cold my jaw tightened.l as my hands clenched under the table. She was here. The woman who shattered my heart, the woman who betrayed me and disappeared. All the old pain and anger rushed back but with it came another feeling, one I hated I missed her.

“Let’s take this one day at a time, heiress. We’ve already made so many enemies. Never forget you still have your father to contend with.” “Oh, trust me, I've got ideas. My father might just appreciate my cunning nature.” With that, we shared a conspiratorial smile, ready to face whatever lay ahead. The past was still palpable, tangled in our minds, but the promise of a new dawn stretched across the horizon before us brighter and bolder than anything we’d faced. Together, we’d not only seek revenge and reclaim our lives; we would redefine what love could mean a love forged in trials, tested by fire, and bursting forth like a phoenix into a world ripe with possibility.

In anger, I immediately wrapped the silver chain around her neck. “Arrrg! Why don't you just kill me, rather than this torture?” “Did you just say kill? No way, I cannot kill you. I want you to have a taste of what it felt like to be tortured for what you know nothing about. Too bad, in your case, you have a reason for being punished. And this is the reason your torture should be grave! ******* “Ma'am, I want to inform you that your sister is indeed back but, for some reason, she's unconscious. But according to the healer, she would awake soon,” my maid reported as soon as I came back from my trip.