The Reborn Heiress Reckoning นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"He knew I was fading. He expected to march onto my 150,000 acres, hand a few papers to a dying hermit, and watch this kingdom fall into his lap without a fight. But he didn't count on you, my fierce scribe. You brought me back to life, you protected our treaties, and now he realizes he has to fight a resurrected King." Rebecca’s fear completely evaporated, replaced by a cold, brilliant resolve that matched the ancient fire in her mate's eyes. She looked back toward the map where Fiona was already tracking the first movements of the heavy mercenary machinery on the western ridge. "Then let's show him what happens when he tries to move the bookmark," Rebecca said softly, her voice steady and

But I wasn’t ready to tell all of them yet. But it’s time now. “Why did you say that?” He asked under his breath. “It’s what I was…” “You were a Gallion?” He seemed incredulous. Clearly knowing the name of the greatest wolf royalty in recent times. “One of the heirs.” I nodded slightly. But Rebekah’s cutting voice drew my attention. “Don’t move!” She doesn’t want me moving anything, not even my head, until she can ensure the tremors didn’t shatter any bones.

One headline in particular caught her attention: Renowned Actress and Billionaire’s Heir Sparks Engagement Rumors with Rising Star. Her fingers tightened around the training knife in her hand, the blade trembling under the force of her grip. She turned away from the screen, retreating to the solitude of her room. --- In the dimly lit chamber of the compound, The Sovereign observed her from the shadows. He admired her determination, her ability to channel pain into purpose. She was unlike any who had come before her, and he had made his decision. “You have the makings of a leader,” he said one evening, breaking the silence. “This world, chaotic as it is, needs someone with your resolve. Stay.

*************** I was woken up by the chirping of birds and the relentless buzzing of my phone. The sun, which had set from the east, almost blinded my face, causing my vision to become blurred. Upon picking up my phone, I almost lost my balance when I saw the news headline. THE HEIRESS OF THE LANCASTER GROUP, NOW MRS. REID HAS BEEN CAUGHT IN BED WITH ANOTHER MAN JUST AFTER THE DEATH OF HER HUSBAND’S GRANDMOTHER. WHAT COULD BE HAPPENING? I quickly got out of bed and made my way towards the bathroom. Searching for Alex, but to no avail.

“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.”

Every meeting was a battle to prove he wasn't just a lucky heir. He pulled out his phone. He dialed the number labeled "The Architect." It rang twice. "Altair?" Vespera’s voice came through. It was older now, slightly raspier, but warm and sharp as ever. "Is everything alright? Did Vance give you trouble?" Altair let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. The icy CEO mask slipped, revealing the tired young man beneath. "It’s done, Mother," Altair said. "Vance is out. The assets are recovered. The board is... re-incentivized."

The chamber was still trembling. Dust slowly settled around the shattered pillars. But my attention was no longer on the chaos. It was on him. The Alpha. He stood across the room staring at me like he was seeing something new for the first time. Not the girl who lived inside his territory. Not the mate he once rejected. But the woman who had just commanded a throne to respond to her blood. His warriors and the traitors were still locked in battle behind him. The massive shadow that had risen from beneath the throne was frozen watching me.

He had reminded me that as the only surviving heiress to a CEO, I was destined for a massive wedding, not a life with someone like him. He was entering politics and needed my support, which was when he first proposed the contract marriage with Zion Carter. Zion needed a wife and a child, and in exchange, he would back my father’s election campaign. The election wasn’t immediate back then; it was set for a year later—the exact time I ended up dying in my past life. Now, I wasn't returning as the submissive daughter they remembered. I was back to reclaim my name.

Naturally gifted with a strong memory, I had practiced this test over a hundred times and could even recite the answers from memory. After leaving the exam hall, everyone was eager to know how I had done. I said only one thing: “Better than ever.” Before the scores were even released, Ethan arrived with Mrs. Whitmore to propose, planning to get engaged to Vivian. Mrs. Whitmore had initially looked displeased. After all, everyone knew Vivian was the impostor heiress. In a prestigious family, bloodlines mattered, an heir’s identity could never be handed to an illegitimate child. But Ethan repeatedly assured her that Vivian was exceptionally capable and could get into Yale. Grandpa Sullivan had