The Stolen Heiress's Revenge Novels & Stories

"We want a plan. We’re not just going to allow that asshole to stroll away from this unscathed." I blinked at her. "What do you suggest?" She grinned, and I should see that acquainted glint in her eye. Sasha cherished an amazing revenge plan. "I’m pronouncing, he’s no longer going to break out with this. You deserve better than being tossed apart like final season’s fashion. So we’re going to make sure that he regrets this." I frowned, my mind spinning from the alcohol and the emotional rollercoaster of the day. "I don’t realize, Sasha. I’m not sincerely in the mood for revenge."

“Who are you to tell me what to do?” “How about I tell you there’s a way to get revenge on them?” I turned to him immediately. “Revenge?” I let out. “You don’t have a way. I don’t even know you… stranger.” “There’s a way,” he said. “Which is?” My brows raised in confusion. He looked straight at me. “Marry me, Ariana Vale.

“Explain to me how a sheltered little heiress managed to outmaneuver all of us. Explain to me how she got her hands on footage that should have been impossible to obtain.” The accusation in his voice is sharp and unmistakable. He’s looking for someone to take the fall. I sit up straighter, keeping my expression soft and vulnerable while my hand tightens over my stomach, almost instinctively as I meet his glare with wide, glassy eyes. “I don’t know,” I whisper, my voice trembling just enough. “I’ve been asking myself the same thing. How could she do this to her own family?” The words come out flawless… confusion laced with heartbreak, betrayal tinged with just enough anger to feel real.

It would be better if Sandra was the one who deserved to receive all the property from her husband. "No, madam, I cannot accept this position; I cannot be the heir to your company; you are more deserving." Aditya's refusal sounded so sincere. "No, Aditya, I don't want that treasure; that position; that company is all yours; I just want to be next to my husband until his breath stops. I'm afraid, Adit; I'm afraid if my husband leaves, I will live alone. What's the use of that treasure? What's the use of that position?" Mrs. Sandra said and continued to plead with Aditya to help her.

"For now, it is time. Time to put your revenge into your own hands, time to reclaim everything they stole from you, your legacy, your name, your future, and perhaps, even uncover the truth about your past." He turned to leave, dismissing the maids with a nod, leaving me alone once more with the dresses, I turned and looked at my reflection in the mirror, the old Chiara was dead, yes. But Viviana Marino? Viviana Marino was about to be born, and her first act would be to tear down the world of those who had wronged her, brick by carefully placed brick. Tonight, the game began.

“What fucking money?” “The one you stole.” She chuckled, “did you see me take any money?” “No, but-” “But nothing! Girl, look, you should be lucky that I decided to give you a free session, but don't you ever assume that I stole from you. What do you possibly have that I can take?” “Three thousand dollars, and a watch worth ten times more.” Loretta shook her head, and giggled. “You must be high on something. Get out.”

“Revenge.” “What?” “It's simple, Steph. Your life was almost ruined because of your fiancé and his secretary. Don't you want revenge on them?” He asked, his voice holding a mischievous edge and I shuddered “I do. But—” “Disappeare for two years, Stephanie. Your death certificate will be signed. Stephanie will die today. But you'll return as a different woman. As my wife.” He explained, and I froze in shock. “What?”

She leaned her curvy body back against the sofa, allowing her chubby fingers to tap rhythmically against the edge of the marble table. "You Vance people are truly fools..." Vivienne hissed, her voice low, heavy, and filled with the arrogance of a queen who had successfully hacked into the heart of her enemy's command center. "You thought you could imprison me and treat this curvy body like a disgusting object to be passed around on Sunday? Instead, I used Tristan's stupidity and obsessive madness to unlock the door to your golden cage, then walked out carrying away all your wealth." Benita sat down beside Vivienne, her beautiful face hardening with a serious expression. "So what's our next m

She should have listened to their warnings, and she wanted to break down in front of them like a child, but her overwhelming guilt held her back. “It’s fine, I’ll be by your side.” Noah held her chin gently and made her look at him with a reassuring smile. Celene then found herself staring at his eyes as they held sincerity in them. “Also, don’t you want to get revenge on your ex-husband and mistress?” “If you do, the first thing you must do is reclaim your rightful position as heiress. Then, as a second step... You must marry me.” “What does marrying you have to do with revenge?” she asked, genuinely confused.