Novel & Cerita The Stolen Heiress's Revenge

The woman said and I smiled at them. "Thanks for the compliment," I said and tried to leave their side because Thelma had to spill out some secret. In fact, I doubt I will be going home tonight unless she is already asleep. "Excuse me," I said and made my way out of the hall. I unlocked my car and quickly looked up the necklace online. The website loads and the same necklace pops up. When I checked the prize, my jaw dropped. There is no way in hell that he will accept this expensive gift from Vincent when he mentions that he is having issues to solve, which will eventually involve money because it is his business.

Annabel's POV As I lay in bed, my mysterious visitor's hands roaming my body, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The plan was unfolding perfectly. Andrew and Ava thought they could take me down, but they had no idea who they were up against. My visitor's lips brushed against my ear. "You're doing well, Annabel. The scandal is gaining traction." I smiled, my eyes gleaming with malice. "It's just the beginning. Andrew's empire will crumble, and Ava will be left with nothing." The visitor's hands tightened around me. "You're a true masterpiece, Annabel. Your revenge will be sweet, just like you are”

After all, even though I had always been obedient and gentle, I had zero tolerance when it came to betrayal. “Yvonne, do you really understand?” I nodded, curling my lips into a bitter smile. “Zayn, we both have to think of the family. I understand you need an heir. After all, the Levine mafia empire is vast. Someone has to inherit it. “If you think it would be easier, you can bring Whitney home so that she’s cared for. That way, I’ll feel reassured too.” Joy spread across his face when I said those words. He let out a long sigh of relief.

"Wait, I have an idea! Jasmine, you bought expensive jewellery on your trip to Paris last time, right? We can plant it in her things and report to the school council that it went missing, and according to the school rules, she'll be rusticated." "Of course! Why have I never thought of it? That's a good idea! Let's pick out more things from you two and add them so they will know she's used to stealing! Good idea!" Lily scowled as she continued to watch them place the stolen 'Items' under her bed. Once she was done watching she packed all the things and placed them deep into Priscilla's things since she had been the one who came up with the suggestion. The door was pushed open, as Lily picked

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.

I picked up the tablet and the folder and the careful, accumulating weight of everything I now knew and everything I intended to do. Then Vivian Salvatore walked out of the hospital bathroom, and Sandra Raymond walked with her, and together we went to take back everything that had been stolen from both of us. The city had no idea what was coming. Neither did Michael Raymond. Neither did Annabel. But they would. I would make sure of that.

My suit was just pressed when I got to Reid Industries, and I was already planning for eventualities. The faint sound of my footfall as soon as I entered the foyer served as a reminder of how vulnerable we had become. Ethan's antics were no longer an annoyance; rather, they posed a direct risk to Sophia's security and the meticulously maintained incognito she still maintained. Marta, my assistant, greeted me at the elevators with a somber look on her face. "You must see this, sir." She gave me a tablet with a breaking-news push alert on it( "Uncovering the Mysterious Heiress: Barista 'Sophia Thomas' Is not Who She Says She Is")

“Hardly. I came to remind you that you don’t own this space; you don’t own this city. Tonight, the spotlight isn’t just yours.” With that, I turned my gaze to Gabriella, who took a small step back, observing me with equal parts disdain and intrigue. “Congratulations on your new partnership,” I said, my openness a strategic mask for the confidence bubbling beneath. “Though we all know you’re merely a pawn in Andre’s elaborate chess game.” Gasps spread through the attendees at my audacity, their eyes darting between the three of us, hungry for the unfolding drama. Gabriella lifted her chin, an unmistakable defiance glimmering in her icy gaze. “And you must be the runaway heiress who’s chosen t

" The Carter family bodyguards immediately stepped in and pushed them to the ground. They could only stare at me, dumbfounded. I sneered. 'Set you up? There's no such thing as a setup. You brought this upon yourselves.' I glanced at Emily, who was practically hysterical by then. I clenched my fists and said, "And who can give my child back to me?" Without another word, I called the police and notified the property management. Watching them being forcibly dragged out, kicked, and shoved was incredibly satisfying. As for all those luxury cars Thomas once adored? Naturally, they were gone too. Just as I was about to close the car door and leave, a hand grabbed mine. I recognized that hand. It b