The Heiress's Second Chance At Vengeance Novels & Stories

It just holds back. It was as if cold water had been poured on Sheilla. She sat weakly on the sofa when the woman disappeared. Suddenly her chest tightened and she could barely breathe. Valerie ran to her room to get Sheila's medicine. Nikki took a fan to get some air. After taking the medicine. Her feeling widened Sheila thought that if she could marry a rich man she would inherit everything. But she was mistaken in thinking. All the treasures are named after her daughter Alysia. Now they even beat the beggar on the street. Urgh!

Roberto ordered as he walks out of the mansion, he asked his driver to drive him out. Alice placed her legs on the bed and buried her head in between, sobbing. Alice has much unanswered questions from Roberto. “Everything is working as planned. The universe isn't against my assassination Bianca. I will make sure I murder all ladies you set your eyes on.”Alice vows. Roberto keeps running away from the lady that could murder for his sake. “You will love me wholeheartedly, one day! I believe we can make it” Alice summoned courage, holding unto her bitter tears. Alice glared at Bianca, she pushed her off outside the mansion.

I looked at Richard again. “Ms Cherry, I guess it’s just best you enter into the car with me and allow me to take you to your moths to get all the answers to your questions.”I entered into the limousine without thinking twice because I needed answers to your questions I needed to see the face of the man and woman who abandoned me. I was taken into a very large mansion. It was so big and luxurious. It was bigger than Leonard’s mansion. As I stepped out of the limousine,Richard guided me into the house.

He gazed at me. “Oh, you are the famous Alanna Clarkson, won't say I am impressed, I am Lucas Vogue; the vogue lady son and the heir to this empire,” Of course, an entitled, spoilt rich kid who feels the world should cater to their inadequacy. “It is a pleasure,” I simply said, even though it wasn't, I could see his eyes trailing after me and that would make the creepy elderly man who was still staring at me, his father. The Vogue Lady's husband. When the Vogue lady talked about him and how he paused his life to support her, I didn't take him for a creepy old man. Maybe Angela was right on how one should never meet their hero.

At that instant, as she stood there watching her husband with another woman, she realized just how wrong she’d been playing, how she’d deviated from her revenge plans, how she’d let Caspian distract her mind and caused her to loose focus on the reason for her rebirth. She’d focused on her silly romance with Caspian and had forgotten the betrayal from her past life, the revenge plans that she had for Elle and Jason. She forgot everything including how badly they’d hurt her and how much she hated them to death. But it wasn’t too late, was it? It wasn’t too late to correct everything and make sure that her enemies pay for their crimes against her. Perhaps it was time to complete her Rebirth in

A trace of guilt flashed faintly in her mind, but she quickly brushed it far away from her chest. To hell with sin. Let all matters of morals and karma be her business later in the afterlife. For her right now, what was most crucial was how she could use her plump body as the most lethal weapon to crush, divide, and take revenge on the entire Vance clan from within. If she had to drown in this addiction of passion just to achieve the throne of absolute victory, then Vivienne swore she would enjoy it until the last chess piece was played.

My face did not just change, but I now had someone else's identity. Their dead daughters identity was now mine to claim with the offer laid down on a platter. It didn't just sound like an offer. It felt like my salvation. A fresh start to a new life........as an heiress to a vast empire. The thought clung at my head, pondering on what response to give as they wait on my answer.

He frowned, “watch your tone.” “I asked you a question, Lucas. Don't mess with me.” I replied, with anger burning within me. “Why shouldn't I mess with you? Who are you? You're nothing but a pathetic heiress with nothing in her bank account. No money, no assets. Nothing.” “My child is in Kate. You can't do this to me!” I wailed, “God, you're quite slow.” I blinked.

Thorne protested, even as his hands instinctively began stripping the heavy copper cables from the wall sockets. "Let them look," Maya said, a fierce, defiant smile breaking through her exhaustion. "We’re going to give Silas Vane exactly what he asked for. We’re going to ping the Heiress’s primary location. But we’re going to use the IMF’s own automated foreclosure grid as the delivery system." The Liquid Heiress sensed the shift in strategy. The towering figure in the pool shrieked; a sound like tearing metal and lunged forward with her entire mass, a tidal wave of violet code designed to crush the console and everyone standing near it.

But underneath, flames burned hotter and hotter. Her enemies thought they had cornered her. They thought she was still the fragile woman who had once been humiliated, discarded, and betrayed. They were wrong. Cassie Rosewood wasn't a victim anymore. She was a woman of hatred. With Veronica's information, and with Nikolai's strength beside her, and with her own rising confidence, Rachael and Raymond wouldn't even see how she would ruin them. Cassie felt hope mixed with vengeance inside her. And she welcomed it. Finally! Their doom day was approaching.