The Real Heiress Doesn't Forgive 소설 & 이야기

My blood. I turned to my father, Alpha Theron, desperate for him to step in, to stop this madness. His tall figure loomed beside me, his presence always commanding. Surely, he would defend me, I thought. Surely, he would put Elias in his place and call of this whole thing. But instead, he pulled me behind him like I was an embarrassment. I nearly hit the ground. “From this day forward,” my father’s voice boomed, carrying over the chaos, “Anette will take Estelle’s place as heir. She will be the one to marry Elias and inherit my position.”

“Madam, forgiveness is sometimes the only way to win back what’s truly yours.” She turned away sharply. “Forgiveness is weakness.” But her eyes glistened. --- The next day, word of Arga’s disinheritance spread to Devandra. He was sitting in his glass office when his assistant entered, tablet in hand. “Sir, you might want to see this.” Devandra scrolled through the headline, and a slow, wicked smile spread across his face. > “Montgomery Heir Cast Out — All for Love.” He leaned back in his chair, laughter echoing low and satisfied. “Finally,” he murmured. “The golden boy falls.”

Selena’s POV Mrs. Ashford moved forward a step, her hand trembling at her side, like she wanted to slap me and knew she couldn’t. “You think your little victory with the Harringtons gives you power over us?” Theo said then, stepping forward. “You’re still an ex-convict. You’re nothing but a placeholder until the real heir steps up.” I turned my gaze to him slowly. “And who would that be, Theo? You?” I let out a cold laugh. “You couldn’t land the deal. I did. And it was my name they stamped on that contract.”

And that someone used to be Shane Ryder until Clare claimed him as hers. That night was one of the worst ones I’ve ever experienced. So I push the thought to the back of my mind. Clare is still talking my ear off about how amazing everything looks when two girls walk towards us and I immediately want to run away. It’s Megan Rose and Eden Park, Clare Haistings friends. They both look absolutely amazing in their matching satin oval green dresses and strappy heels. They’ve always matched and I thought it was childish at first then I realized that Clare encourages it only because she looks like a main character when she’s with them.They are mean girls that Clare uses to hide behind in order to k

I was smiling when I left Azrael’s building. Even after all that — the unsettling opulence, his cryptic smirk, and the way his words coiled around me like chains made of silk — I was smiling. Because I had done it. I had the money. I could finally pay Heather back. I could finally unshackle Theo from her control. Even if I have sold my soul to the devil, it was all worth it if it would mean that I would help Theo.

However, when she turned back to me, all that was left was a pitiful look. She nodded furiously. "Yes, we’re really out of options. We know we were wrong. You’re an heiress. You don’t need to hold a grudge against people like us, do you? "I’ve lost everything. I know what I did was wrong. If you don’t forgive me, I don’t know what I’ll do… I might as well be dead." Tears streamed down her face, making her look like she had suffered some great injustice. I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. When they were out there spending my money and living it up, did they ever stop to think about how they’d wronged me?

That was the last thing I received from her for going against her words. But then, it was all in the part now. I had received back my title as the heiress of the great Wilson, and I was going to take everything back, including kicking Austin out of the club.

She knew, this time, he will make a way for him to get what he wants. And of course, she won’t ever leave the place where she was born. She won’t let her dad to get what he wants. She won’t let him escape nor forget the memory of the past and negligence he did to her, causing her to lost everything. "Hey guys, we're here," her train of thoughts stopped when Sevi spoked and announced that they are back at Empires. He even lifted the plastic bags he was holding containing alcohol and some chips. He also served them glasses and snacks.

The rest had barricaded themselves in one of the lower towers and waited for rescue that never came. There were three of them left alive. Two women and a man, all bearing the marks of the attack—burn scars, wounds that had been hastily treated and were starting to show signs of infection. Their eyes were hollow in a way that suggested they'd witnessed things that human minds weren't supposed to see. The older woman's name was Captain Solace. She had close-cropped gray hair and a bearing that suggested she'd spent her entire life trying to hold things together. Even now, even in this catastrophe, she was trying.