The Ousted Heiress's Glamorous Comeback With Triplets の小説・ストーリー

“You raised raccoons in couture.” It was beautiful chaos. The headlines by evening? "Krystal Hunter: Heiress of Poise, Power, and Petty Revenge." "McLaren Empire Collapses, Reborn Under the Hunter Legacy." "From Ashes to A-List: The Queen Returns." Tomas toasted with his glass of wine. “To poetic justice.” Darren wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed my temple, eyes glinting with something deeper than just celebration. “You didn’t just burn the house down, love. You rebuilt a palace on the ashes.”

They both took a seat and Alessa sat next to Damien while Aria sat next to Aiden. “Is this what you do now? You host dumb parties and dress up fancy?” Damien asked as he looked at her. The kids couldn't hear their conversation. Alessa didn't look at him as she gave a response. She poured herself a drink. “No, this is the first time and I had no idea until it was too late to turn it down,” she replied as she brought the glass closer to her lips. “Really? If you don't know you are all over the news. Have you read the headlines? The billionaire’s ex-wife returns as a billionaire and with twins. She invested in… “

she whispered and he smiled, a smug and satisfied look. “You would really get them back for me?” Adrian asked her and she shrugged. “I love you, it is the least I can do. I will make sure they pay,” she muttered and he nodded, he didn’t doubt her for a second. She was almost as sinister as he, if he got the story right, rumors had circulated that she had climbed a friend to obtain the little stardom and position in society she had. Cassandra Monroe, soon to be Hales, was the queen of sabotage here and he didn’t doubt her if she said she would get them back.

“Not bad, actually. Turns out, being best friends with a billionaire heiress comes with perks — You get the VIP treatment Private room, personal nurse, food that doesn’t taste like cardboard… I could get used to it.” She gasps in mock offense. “Excuse me? You could get used to it? I’m the billionaire heiress here. You just freeload off my status!” “Uh-huh,” I tease, bumping her shoulder. “Says the woman who used my N*****x account for three years.” “It was one time!” she protests immediately. “Three years, Lilly.” She rolls her eyes. “Details, details.” I laugh, shaking my head. “You know, you’ve got this icy heiress image to maintain. If people ever heard you whining about expired snacks or

And now she had triplets. Triplets. Which are mine!!! I shot up from the couch, pacing the room as everything started falling into place. The way Helen was so protective over them. The way she always kept them away from me. The way she reacted when Henry bullied her son. Her son. My son. I turned back to Ken, my voice sharp. “Where has she been all these years? Why did she also keep all this from me all these years?”

Like a shadow, always present but never shining. But then she showed up in my office after three years, completely different. The moment she walked in, I was amazed. The way she carried herself, her confidence, her beauty…I didn't expect that. I was fully prepared to get the divorce over with, but when I saw her again, I decided against it. Something in me just couldn't let her go just yet. But now…first that damn actor and now this new friend of hers? And she comes back smelling like him? I groaned, collapsing onto the sofa. I was too damn tired for this.

His secretary quickly found Miss Marquez’s address, so when Maximus left the hotel, he went straight to the address his secretary sent. Hannah and Elloise were having fun because their plan was successful. “Celeste’s plane has already left, Mom, so there’s no one to stop our plans. We have Daddy, so he’ll also pass on all their assets under my name.” Hannah said excitedly, as did her mother. “Toast to our success.” Elloise said, raising her wine glass. “I am now the new princess of this house and I deserve to be called Miss Marquez. It’s a good thing Daddy signed my birth certificate.”

Draven looked up at her, his jaw set tight. "It’s the triplets," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "They just snuck out of the estate... and they took a private helicopter to follow us here." He looked at the beautiful, romantic villa, then back at her, a mix of frustration and amusement crossing his face. "It seems, Mrs. Blackwood," he sighed, though his eyes were filled with pride, "that our children have decided our honeymoon is far too boring without them. And they are landing in ten minutes."

CH 10 POV: Sophia The Lost Heiress Returns By evening, the Hartwell estate no longer felt like a home. It felt like a palace preparing for coronation. Crystal chandeliers shimmered overhead. A red carpet stretched from the grand staircase to the ballroom entrance. Media vans lined the gates beyond the iron fencing. The world had been informed. The lost Hartwell heiress had returned. Sophia stood before a full-length mirror as stylists adjusted the final details of her gown — a silver masterpiece that clung to her like royalty.

After all, she was the one who had ruined my life. "What I need is your help," she continued, her tone firm. "I need you to help me tell the embassy not to allow them to leave the country, and also to block our account," she replied, her eyes locked on mine. “We have a joint account.” "And why would I do that?" I asked, playing dumb. Evelyn's voice rose in frustration. "I thought we were partners, uhh? What's up with all this?" I adjusted my tie, my expression calm. "Keep your voice low," I warned. "Yes, we are partners, but I give orders not you," I said, a hint of a smile playing on my lips. "And now that you're giving orders, you'll need to pay."