Novel & Cerita The Stolen Heiress's Revenge

he said softly, his eyes searching mine with a tenderness that made my heart ache. “I don’t have a choice,” I whispered. “If I falter, everything falls apart.” He shook his head gently. “We carry this burden together.” The words were a balm, but I knew the truth. I had always carried more—because I was the heiress. Because the blood spilled in my family’s name had to be avenged. But now, more than ever, I realized that revenge wasn’t enough. We needed more than fury. We needed strategy, alliances, and above all, trust.

"Explain what exactly, Derek? Which lie would you like to start with?" "I love you!" he cried desperately. "Everything I did was a mistake! Please forgive me!" My laugh was sharp and bitter. "Forgive you? What about my child?" Derek's face scrunched in confusion. "What child? Scarlett, what are you talking about?" The hall fell silent, waiting for my response. I pressed the remote again. This video was different. Darker. More brutal. I accidentally discovered this video in Victoria's study, and only then did I realize that the attack was orchestrated by her using rogue wolves.

The urge to scream, to run up to him and demand answers, surged within me, but my feet felt rooted to the ground, my mind clouded with shock and betrayal. Then, as if things couldn’t get any worse, I saw her. Emily. She sauntered up to him, a smirk on her lips, her eyes glinting with the cruel satisfaction of someone who knew they had won. My stomach twisted into knots. I watched in horror as she reached out to him, her fingers trailing down his arm in a gesture that was far too intimate, far too familiar. She leaned in closer, her voice low but clear enough for me to catch the smug tone.

I wanted him to experience a taste of the hell he brought upon himself by using me. Throughout our relationship, I had learned one crucial detail about Drew: he was obsessed with expensive watches, clothes, and accessories. Even the slightest scratch on his beloved car could send him into a frenzy. So, the idea of wrecking his car seemed like the perfect way to drive him crazy before the final showdown. Shay raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by my devious plan. "Well, that's quite the revenge scheme you've got brewing there, Val. But are you sure you want to go down that road?"

He released my wrist, still glaring into my eyes and I maintained the eye contact. “You think you've become powerful now, just because you're an heiress, right?” “Exactly. That's what I think. And whoever crosses my path, I'll crush with the sole of my feet. You don't how I suffered before I got here.” I hissed. “Today was just your first day and look what you've done…” “You should be grateful to me for goodness sake. I saved your sorry ass. Your girlfriend came here and create a scene. If the news had gone out, what do you think will happen to your reputation? Huh?”

Before I could look up at him, he was gone. Leaving me with the dying reporter. “Stay still I'm going to call for help." I said quickly. She looked at me, recognition dawning even through pain. “It was you,” she whispered hoarsely. My world tilted. “You’re the Carter heiress.”

He turned away to leave, causing me to softly call for his attention but he ignored me. Who was he? How sure was their Alpha that I was willing to stay in his manor? I raced after the man, breathing hard as soon as I caught up with him. We walked down the hall as some of the men and women who worked there gaped at me and whispered amongst themselves. “She's the one,” “That's the homeless girl our Alpha rescued.” “What's she doing here? Isn't she supposed to be on her way?” “Look at that face, it looks like she's here to stay… who wouldn't? This is basically a mining den in her eyes,”

Feel free to share your opinions and reactions as you journey through "Heirs - book 2" Thank you once again for your support, and I can't wait to hear what you think of Book 2! Warm regards, Stephanie Gomes. I'll place the synopsis of the second book here, starting from the next chapter. Synopsis: The seed of hatred leads to a kidnapping. A daughter, destined for supremacy, is deceived from infancy, prompted to seek revenge in the name of a false justice by her adoptive creator. Renata loves Scarllet so much that she's willing to spend years training to fulfill her mother's desire. When she turns 15, the young woman and her mother devise a plan and put it into action.

Before returning to the country, she had already set up the whole gambling trap. Evelyn’s obsession with gambling was no secret—Amanda had long understood her adoptive mother’s vices and had crafted this show just for her. She came back for revenge. Whatever they did to her back then, she would return it tenfold now. They had stolen the Condensed Fragrance Pill recipe and profited handsomely for years. But soon, they would learn what it meant to wish they were dead.

“It stopped working a few days ago. Forgive our incompetence, ma’am.” Old Mrs Riordan resisted the urge to strangle the woman before her. She groaned as the murmur of the guests became louder by the second. They looked amongst themselves and began gossiping, the rumors flying like thin air around the hall. They were all declaring the words of the head servant. There was a thief in the mansion! A thief? Never in her eighty-one years of living had a heirloom been stolen from her house. It had never happened before. “What am I going to do?” She cried. “Who were the last people to enter the room?”