The Spoiled Heiress Became Strong After Release Novels & Stories

"Where—" "We're in the palace of Plandreas," she responds in advance like she knew my question beforehand. "It's the deal. I've defeated the two snivels and these are their payment, free room, free foods, free clothes, and spa," she brags. But she's holding her hands for some reason. "Thanks to your power, by the way. We made it out from the cursed building and reproved them." "It's your power, not mine." "For the initial escape, yes. But it was purely your power when we escaped that inn. You're stronger than anyone can imagine. That forbidden spell helps a lot. Can you still remember your past?"

Her cooking skills were always better since she stayed overseas and had to do everything on her own without a helping hand. Andrew showed her a video excitedly as he stuffed the pancakes into his mouth, " Look...at it.. Jane..This video has gone viral..The crazy heiress actually beat CEO Fred back and blue on the street." Janet took a look and was startled to hear the woman's piercing voice through the speaker, " SCUMMM!! BASTARD!!!! HOW DARE YOU BRING WOMEN HERE!" As expected from the heiress of the Graham family, she broke CEO Fred's even at his vegetarian state furiously. People like him deserve this absolutely.

"Today, I might let Strata King Group snag a juicy morsel, but tomorrow, I'll make Walter regret it. He'll cough up every last bite he's taken." Someday, she would repay Walter for every bit of trouble he had caused her. 'Walter, I'll see you on the battlefield of business,' Evangeline vowed silently, with a steely resolve. At her words, a shiver ran through the room, and no one dared to speak up. She was every inch the Foster heiress—fierce and unflinching. Not even Walter, a giant in his own right, could intimidate her. "Another thing. My grandfather's health scare is behind him, and he's out of the woods. If anyone's thinking of jumping ship, now's the time. If you're staying, keep it str

Hideous prompted, urging Sherly to continue. Hideous knew that this was only on the surface, and there's still a lot of things that they might know that aren't known by other people. Sherly's lips twisted into a grimace as she delved deeper into her description of Elisia. "Spoiled rotten by her own mother," she continued, her tone laced with disdain. Ah, knowing that fact, she really hated it. She hated those people who are spoiled and rotten and have no consideration for those around them. "She thinks highly of herself and believes she's entitled to everything." She shrugged her shoulders. "Well, what could we expect? She's spoiled rotten; of course, she will think highly of herself," she a

"They gave me papers to sign—the Heir Contract." "I didn't know what it really was. I was naive and young and in love. I thought it meant Norman wanted a future with me. But it wasn't that." Her voice hardened, shaking slightly with anger. "It was never love. They just needed a womb and I was a means to an end."

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.”

Five years later The glass walls of the Hale Group’s London headquarters overlooked the beautiful scenery of Thames river, but the view was nothing compared to the woman sitting at the head of the table in all her glory. Five years had passed, and the soft spoken and gentle woman who was once labelled as the poor orphan and scholarship girl, had been forged into an iron queen. She was no longer the woman waiting for anyone's approval anymore. She was back as the Billionaire Hale heiress, the ice queen, Elara Hale.

Once, she had cared too much about the upper-class socialites who looked down on her. She cared too much about her biological parents’ approval. And she cared too much about Gabriel’s opinion. Slowly she had lost herself. But not anymore. She only needed to be herself. Keep a clear conscience. One day she would prove herself with her own strength. She wasn’t fighting for the world. Only for the people who truly cared about her.

She took a sip of coffee, trying to act normal. But deep down, the spoiled heiress knew the truth. She was completely owned.

The moment the billionaire parents brought me through the door, Linda Veil pulled me aside and hissed in my ear: "Know your place. Get out of my house on your own, or I'll have someone kill you." In my previous life I'd cowered. This time, I hit back. I shook off the hug she was pretending to give me and burst into wailing sobs. "I don't want to live anymore. This world is terrifying." Then I pulled out a knife and slashed my wrist. Blood sprayed everywhere. The billionaire mansion became a crime scene in seconds.