The Heiress's Second Chance At Vengeance Novels & Stories

A knock sounded on the door. "Come in" then the lady opened the door and spoke to me. "It's time" It was time to walk the aisle and marry the Cold ruthless Billionaire in my sister's place. And I was looking forward to it. I smiled and thought about one word. 'Revenge!’ All this had started 12 hours ago when my life took a drastic turn

I had chosen to let myself want her. And this was the price. Amara Blake. The name replayed in my mind like a curse. The heiress of the man I had once crushed in a boardroom, or so I thought. The daughter of the man who had blamed me for his downfall. The girl who had built her life around vengeance, and decided to use me as her weapon. I should’ve seen it. Every calculated smile. Every too-perfect response. Every moment she seemed both present and distant, as if part of her lived somewhere I couldn’t reach.

She should have listened to their warnings, and she wanted to break down in front of them like a child, but her overwhelming guilt held her back. “It’s fine, I’ll be by your side.” Noah held her chin gently and made her look at him with a reassuring smile. Celene then found herself staring at his eyes as they held sincerity in them. “Also, don’t you want to get revenge on your ex-husband and mistress?” “If you do, the first thing you must do is reclaim your rightful position as heiress. Then, as a second step... You must marry me.” “What does marrying you have to do with revenge?” she asked, genuinely confused.

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Hearing that my expression changed and at pursed my lips without saying anything. Dad continued, “The company belongs to Frank. The villa is Isabella’s and every decoration in this house is bought by her. What contribution have you made to this family? How dare you come to me and say that you worked hard for this family? You never done anything useful!” My face darkened. After thinking hard for a while, I said, “Since Isabella married me and became my wife, everything she owes is mine. After her death, I am supposed to be the lawful heir as her spouse and inherit all her property. Dad, I didn’t come here to discuss this with you today. I intend to ask you to help me make the acquaintance of

And as he glanced down at the hand currently closed around the gun pointing at his chest, he saw the bracelet around her right wrist, a black chain looped three times, from which a silver crescent moon pendant with the Roman numeral thirteen engraved on it. Hollander’s eyes widened. He knew who this girl was now. “Y-You…” He managed to choke out even with the gun pressed against his chest. “You’re one of those Hati people…! One of their elites…! A-A Phantom!” The smirk stayed on Hekate’s lips. “So you know who I am,” she said. “You’ve sure caused Hati a lot of trouble. A word of warning for the future. Never trust a beautiful woman.” She tightened her hold on the gun and pressed the trigger.

I looked down at my bandaged hands, feeling the bloodstains on my velvet robe—the blood she had shed deliberately to make me hate my husband. The pain in my chest hardened into absolute, unbreakable steel. I wiped the tears from my cheeks with the back of my hand. My breathing slowed, my posture straightened, and the soft, grieving heiress who had defended her long-lost sister vanished into the night. In her place stood the ruler of the Vance empire. I turned around, stepping away from the conservatory doors into the dark hallway, moving toward the grand staircase with swift, lethal purpose. Daphne thought she had tricked me. She thought I was a soft, blind fool who would let her walk all ov

I tried to remain calm, but my fingers curled into a hard fist on their own accord, till my knuckles turned white. Clenching my jaw, my worst memories flooded into my head like a movie, but I remained calm. I felt the urge for vengeance from the last five years swirling within me again, to make them know that they can't mess with The Davies Heiress and go scot-free. It never happened before, and it won't start now. I would take this as my perfect chance, opportunity, and timing to make them pay and regret ever messing with me! Those bastards were busy ruining my father's company after stealing it away from me and still had the guts to want to cooperate with me?

" A cold breeze swept across the burning ruins. I slowly turned back towards the flames. The warehouse had never been the real objective. It had only been a mere distraction. While we fought for our lives, the only witness who could identify Victor Kane. ‎ ‎Somewhere, hidden behind the rising smoke,a man lowered a pair of binoculars. He watched as the four survivors climbed into their vehicles. A faint smile spread across his lips. He pressed a button on a secure phone. ‎ ‎"They have recovered one page." ‎ ‎A distorted voice answered from the other end. "Let them have it. It tells them nothing. And for Helen," the voice remained calm. "Bring her to me." With that, the call was ended. The man

The room was dim, the air heavy with the weight of my emotions, but I felt something shift inside me. A reckoning was coming. No more hesitation. No more waiting. I had let them live long enough. This time, there would be no mercy. No forgiveness. Only revenge. I would make Julian bleed. I would make Lily suffer And Monica? She would wish she had never stood against me. They thought they could move on. They thought they could be happy. But I would make sure their happiness was short-lived. Because the only thing more powerful than love—was vengeance.