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She continued struggling until she pulled her hand away from his grip. She shifted back into her seat. "That arrogance might work on other girls," she said, resting her head back against the seat, looking ahead through the windscreen at the dark road stretching out before them. "but not me. I'm not interested! If you really want to repay me, then just leave me alone." Her voice broke on the last words, filled with sadness, and then she turned back to him. "I'm not an heiress or a hooker. I'm just a normal girl who will never be your type. So can't you just let me go?"

With flawless makeup on, I looked straight into the camera and calmly said, "Yes, I'm Cindy, the so-called arrogant and domineering heiress who beat her two brothers and cut ties with her biological father. "For those who want to criticize me, this livestream is open. Just for today, nobody will be banned for anything they say."

“This was also part of his plan. That woman knew she wasn’t your mother. The plan was always to get you in such a state of trauma that he would always have a way to control you anytime he needed to.” “But….why is he so evil? She tormented me all my life… and for what, a few millions?” “Billions, my dove.” My eyes widened to the size of saucers. “Billions???” “Yes. You’re the lost heiress of the Everhart fortune.” He announced, his tone a bit louder at the revelation. “This was your story, and you revealed it perfectly. You and your siblings are the heirs to the generational wealth in our name.”

Now that his biological daughter is suing him for property division, everyone is just trying their luck, hoping to capture something newsworthy. Unexpectedly, not only was there news, it was also explosive! The illegitimate daughter turned out to be the real heiress, and the real heiress was actually the illegitimate daughter. Even TV dramas wouldn't dare to plot like this. Gisselle was extremely anxious, why wasn't Geovanni saying anything! The turnaround of the case left Geovanni feeling somewhat lost at this moment. "Your honor," Nathan suddenly spoke. Everyone turned around and looked at him. With a sorrowful look in his eyes and a compassionate expression, Nathan said softly, "I have a

Daddy’s embrace was the warmest and safest; the treasures slowly quietened down under Chris meticulous care and fell asleep. The fourth and final edition of the memoir spoke about how the young heiress finally learned the truth that led to her being tortured mercilessly… how she desperately tried to prove the truth to that heartless man … how she learned to accept that the truth didn’t matter… only the people involved mattered… whether I care about this person or not…

The last thing I remembered was my stepmother handing me a cup of coffee and wishing me good morning with a broad smile on her face. I never knew that behind that smile was a plan. And that plan is exactly where I am now. Leila took a step closer and crouched, her face now inches from mine. “I won't lie, Grace,” she whispered mockingly. “You were something back then. The golden girl, the perfect one. Everyone wanted to be you. But look at you now.” Her eyes scanned me from head to toe like I was filth. “This is what happens to people who don’t know their place.”

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

His voice is so soft, so careful, that something in my chest tightens. I nod, and Liam guides me toward the bed like I might break if he’s too rough. His fingers linger on my arm for a moment, warm and steady, before he finally lets go. And then he’s gone. The room instantly feels colder. I left my past behind because it hurt too much to face. I wasn’t just some hockey player’s fiancée playing house. I’m not just a bakery owner who works herself to exhaustion every day. No. I’m an heiress — a girl who ran away when things got too real. A girl who couldn’t face what she had done. A girl who deserved the hatred her family gave her.

" I responded calmly. "And as for not killing Ashley and that fool Ethan, I'm doing things her way just to get what I want. If she gets her child and empire back, I will get what I want and will finally get rid of all of them." I asserted standing up for the chair. "Now please, spare me the questions. I have a terrible headache already." I dismissed, walking towards the staircase. I returned to her room to find Cielle alone. Her head bowed as she was playing with her fingers.

That information she just found out Once again, she faced the man she once gave her heart to for free, and infuriated by her past actions, she bawled her fingers into an angry fist. "Your wrath? What a bluff for you to say such a thing. Remember who brought you all of your good fortune, ME!Paige Adams!" She badgered him, still marvelling at how sinister and awful his face twitched. "Aren't you feeling any shame while you speak at all?" Your own money, more like Adams' own Don't act like I don't know you are a child born out of wedlock! Alyssa is the true heiress to those fortunes! Not you!" Dylan figured out the entire thing in his head.