The Spoiled Heiress Became Strong After Release 소설 & 이야기

Isabella's POV The morning after the gala, my face was on every news site and social media platform in the country. "The Lost Morrison Heiress Found." "Billionaire's Long-Lost Granddaughter Revealed." But my favorite headline was from a gossip blog: "Marcus Wei's Biggest Mistake: He Divorced a Morrison." I read that one three times before I started making calls. It was time to stop playing defense. Time to attack. I woke up in my bedroom at the Morrison estate to my phone vibrating nonstop.

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.”

Her brows knitted and she chewed on her bottom lip as she read out loud. “Hello, my wonderful fans. It's been a long ass time, but your baddest bitch is back, and she's back with loads of drama! Eek! The last time I brought the tea, you all called me a marriage destroyer and all sorts of names, but look how that turned out. I saved their marriage-by destroying it nonetheless-but at least no one is being lied to. Both spouses are happily separated. As always, I bring out the truth. Now, I have returned with more juicy stories. There is a billionairess out there whose husband is squandering her family's money (on me) just because she's infertile. There's more to the tea than meets the eye.

You might lose them both the next time you try something so foolish," I said, throwing her hand away with so much force that she stumbled back. "Okay people, party is over," I yelled as I walked away. The crowd parted for me to pass, but then I turned, my eyes returning to her. "See you soon, bestie," I said with a scornful smile as I walked out of the building. Phase one was completed. Returned back into the space, reminded them that I was still that girl, showed the media that I didn't come to play, and showed Ethan and Ashley the tip of the iceberg—just a little taste of what was about to befall them.

"Of course they don't know each other. The fake heiress lost her Westbridge University spot, so now she's resorting to cheap tricks to seduce Spencer. She's downright shameless for always trying to steal the real heiress' man." Me? Trying to seduce Spencer? What an absurd, pathetic assumption. I straightened the desk that had been kicked askew expressionlessly and erased the butterfly doodle with my eraser. Then, under the mix of sympathetic, scornful, and gloating stares, I walked out of the class with my head held high.

besides, I'm the heiress. "That makes me the first then," he chuckled. "Who is the heiress?" I inquired, thankfully he doesn't find me suspicious "She's a shameless whore, who does nothing but fly around the country," he spat. I was immediately annoyed, but if he noticed, it will ruin my plans so instead I just smiled "I even slept with her on several occasions and she kept running back to me even when she was married."Why would he shatter my image as such to people?

“Sentiment is for the weak, Lucas. Control is everything. You take what you deserve, and you make the world see it your way.” “I hope you’re happy,” I said, tracing the engraved letters of his name. “I’m close. So close to achieving everything you wanted. I need your prayers, or whatever it is you’ve got up there. After all, you said prayers are for weaklings.” I let out a short, frustrated breath. “They won. The court case. They managed to vindicate her father. Cleaned up the old man’s name.” A hot spike of anger shot through me. That should have been my leverage. That scandal should have been the wedge to finally break Alexander's perfect life and reputation.

She felt tingles of satisfaction grow in her tummy. Greg's phone suddenly rang and on picking it up the voice of a man resonated at the other side. “It's done”. “Good, I will send in payments”, Greg replied with Great elation. “It's done babe”. He said to Elizabeth, whose eyes widened in happiness. Greg is the heir to the Wilson family; she didn't believe that a poor girl with no background will willingly leave a cash cow like Greg, so only after Megan is destroyed would she be at ease.

Camila and Williams reassured her, echoing the sentiments of the Bella twins, telling her not to apologize for things beyond her control. Two days later, Camila arranged for Berezira to see a therapist. Initially, Berezira struggled with opening up, but over time, thanks to the warmth and approachability of Mrs. Sharon, her therapist, she began to share her experiences. This marked the start of her psychological healing. After two months, Berezira Brown emerged as if reborn. She retained her essence but grew more confident and stronger. Surrounded by wealth, she showed no signs of greed or material obsession. She remained true to herself, understanding there was more to life than money.

“Not bad, actually. Turns out, being best friends with a billionaire heiress comes with perks — You get the VIP treatment Private room, personal nurse, food that doesn’t taste like cardboard… I could get used to it.” She gasps in mock offense. “Excuse me? You could get used to it? I’m the billionaire heiress here. You just freeload off my status!” “Uh-huh,” I tease, bumping her shoulder. “Says the woman who used my N*****x account for three years.” “It was one time!” she protests immediately. “Three years, Lilly.” She rolls her eyes. “Details, details.” I laugh, shaking my head. “You know, you’ve got this icy heiress image to maintain. If people ever heard you whining about expired snacks or