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The more the guests whispered, the more the Reynolds looked smaller, not just because of the physical falls they had taken, but because a social currency they were used to spending had been invalidated. Bella, bleeding, embarrassed and furious with humiliation, tried to clutch at remnants of authority. She staggered to her feet, forcing a smile that was skeletal, a learned posture of people who still wanted to be believed. She took a step forward and said, with all the brittle pride she could muster, “I am Bella Reynolds — heiress, top scorer this year, fiancée to Mr Collins.” It was a title-list repeated like a prayer, an attempt to conjure respect.

My face tightened. “Nothing Sir,” he replied, his face straightening now. “This would look good on you, sir.” My hands reached for the tie hanging in his hand. “Let me do it,” he stepped forward. As he fastened the tie around my collar, my mind raced. Tonight was all about Ava Thorne, the heiress, who was going to be announced publicly and I had to make a good impression. She had clawed her way back from the grave and everyone who caused her pain should get ready to suffer the consequences.

Having no choice but to silently suffer their cruelty. Now that she’d freed herself and discovered her second-chance mate, one of the most powerful men in this entire empire... she’d found that Scarlett was once again in a position of power above her. Capable of ruining her life, as if being forced to relive the hell of her enslaved upbringing all over again. “That’s not... I would never... —"”

Upon hearing that, Nina let out a soft chuckle, her voice dripping with superiority while saying, "It's only natural since it has been that way since I was a child. They have always revolved around me, catering to my every whim." She got so carried away by her pride that she revealed the secret she had kept hidden for many years without any misgivings. "You see, many of those times I was injured from falling were actually self-inflicted on purpose. I regularly went off my medication and deliberately caused my health metrics to deteriorate. "I mean, even those critical health scares that everyone made a huge deal about weren't severe at all. I completely faked them. I did it just to get every

My eyes darkened as I glanced at my bare ring finger, relieved that I’d tossed the band away. “Oh… I didn’t mean to imply—” “I’m fine,” I said, forcing a smile. “Just tired from the flight. And this look? I’m getting rid of it today.” Olivia’s face brightened slightly. “I’m just glad you’re back. You came at the perfect time.” Her tone turned conspiratorial, her storyteller expression taking over. “Your stepmother is over the edge, parading herself as the mother of the new heiress to the Gomez fortune.”

After talking to them for three years, they suddenly acted like they didn’t know me. “We should leave, Giselle. People are already gossiping and narrating their own stories about what’s happening. Noah would regret this.” Chloe grabbed my hand as I looked at the people passing near us who gave me nasty looks. They were all judging me. “She embezzled millions of dollars from the bank and changed her identity from Laura McClain to Giselle Sullivan. How shameless of her to return to California and pretend like we didn’t know the real her. Doesn’t it sound strange that she left with nothing and returned as this rich heiress no one has ever heard of?” They muttered. “Mr. Blackwood should expose h

"Faye grew up with her grandparents in the countryside. She went to boarding school through middle and high school, and she also attended winter and summer camps. She only returned home in recent years, so her living standards likely weren't any better than yours." The sympathy in Mom's eyes was instantly replaced with confusion. "What are you talking about, dear?" Tanya's face turned ashen. She stammered, unable to form a coherent response. I turned off my phone screen with a faint smile, crediting the 999 fictional tales about rightful and impostor heiresses I had read. I had come to understand one thing very clearly. The more lavishly the real daughter lived, the stronger the public backl

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.

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

She didn’t need to be feared or adored. This time, she’d build something better. Something that couldn’t be torn down with one “accident.” --- Later That Night – Bedroom She opened her notebook again. She crossed out a line. ✘ Friday public spill trap – AVOIDED She added another name to the corner of the page. Jace Carter – unpredictable, might become useful The unknown number hadn’t texted again. Yet. But she could feel it. The real enemy hadn’t made their move. And when they did, she’d be ready.