The Stray Heiress Strikes Back の小説・ストーリー

If Maeva flinched or lashed out, the entire global market would watch the Sterling heiress abuse a victim in real-time, destroying her company by midnight. "Strike me!" Liora screamed, tears welling in her eyes as she took another aggressive step forward. "Show the world what you are! Show them how you and Kasen abuse anyone who stands in your way!" Maeva didn't flinch. She didn't raise her hand, and she didn't look at the camera. With slow, agonizingly calm steps, she turned her back on Liora. She walked over to the gilded sink. She turned on the gold faucet, letting the warm water hum through the quiet room. She took a pump of expensive lavender soap, washing her hands as if she were clean

“Excuse you?” “I’m willing to overlook everything you've done and we can call it even, as long as you introduce me to your patron. Foster a relationship and then,” His gaze slid over her meaningfully. “Even if you’re not the Sterling's legitimate daughter… I wouldn’t mind keeping you as a mistress. After all, you did a good job warming my bed in the past, now–” Before he finished, the sound of the slap echoed sharply through the boutique as Mirena struck him across the face without the slightest hesitation, her palm burning as his head snapped to the side.

Astrid’s POV The first rule of revenge was simple. Never show your enemy that you know they’re your enemy. That was the mistake I made in my previous life. I trusted blindly. I loved blindly. And I died blindly. But this time… I would watch. And the first person I needed to watch carefully was Miley. Morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of my bedroom as I stared at my phone. Three missed calls. Five messages. All from Miley. Interesting.

The fabric hugged my body like it had been made for this moment. “Done Ma’am,” she said softly. Her words settled between us. I stared back at the reflection before me, my fingers traced my jaw down to my chin. “Ava Johnson is gone truly,” I whispered, “now… I'm back as Ava Thorne.” “The Thorne heiress.” My hands steadied at the handle. For a second…I didn't move. Then I pushed the door open. Immediately I stepped into the room, voices thinned. Movements slowed, but I didn't. The corners of my lips lifted before I could stop it.

I turn back to the stack and begin flipping through the pages of the magazine, the images and words bleeding together—until one headline punches me in the gut: “Heiress Whore.” I freeze, ripping the page out and tossing it across the room like it’s toxic. Another headline: “Heiress was embezzling Funds from Her Own Company.” “What the hell is this?” I hiss, looking up at him. Chase shrugs, his mouth twitching into something between a wince and a smirk. “You wanted the truth. Keep going.” His voice is maddeningly calm. Like this isn’t my life unraveling in my hands.

She ignored the lady’s scorching gaze and walked out of the company. There wasn’t any cash with her, she had no money to go back home. Home? She didn’t even have anywhere to go. She didn’t want to go back to the same person who humiliated her, she was scared he might do worse if she went back to his house. “Miss Zara.” She turned back immediately she heard her name. To her surprise, she found Harry’s cousin there. She wanted to snap at him and ask why he was calling her name, but then she decided not to pass aggression on. “Hey.”

Where he must be. Where Kael calls someone else mom. I swallow hard, but the lump doesn't go down. “Turn back,” I whisper. He blinks. “Milady?” “I said—” My voice breaks, and I grit my teeth. “Turn back.” He hesitates for only a moment before nodding. We retrace our steps, and each one feels like peeling skin from bone. I don’t look back. I can’t. I’m not strong enough for this kind of grief.

Sienna's tone was full of remorse, one which Damien hadn't heard in so long. "Are you kidding me? I loved every second of it," Melissa beamed, a proud and sinister smile creeping to her face. "You should have seen the look on Gisela's face when I walked in wearing the same dress as hers and with the bag she gifted you. And at the reception, she looked like she was seconds away from ripping your head off! That was freaking amazing," Melissa yapped. Sienna stared at her in bewilderment, wondering where the sudden burst of happiness had emerged from. She turned to Damien who shrugged and smiled. Back at the fortress, Sienna bid farewell to Melissa with yet another word of thanks. As soon as she

"You underestimate me, Rebecca. I have ways to make them believe me. I'll expose your lies about your pregnancy to the entire court!" Rebecca's face contorted with rage, her fists clenched at her sides. "You dare threaten me? You'll regret crossing me!" With a swift motion, Rebecca shoved the harem girl away, sending her stumbling backward. As the confrontation reached its boiling point, Rebecca's frustration reached its peak. With a fierce shove, she pushed the harem girl backward, catching her off guard. The harem girl stumbled, her balance lost, and with a sickening thud, she struck her head against the edge of a nearby table.

She sneers at me, up and down like I’m some sort of tramp, yet she’s the one dressed in a cheap hooker dress and stripper heels that look like they came from a Walmart reject bin. I slap her hard across the face, impulsively; enraged by how close that sneering bitches is to mine, when she leans in to me, breathing almost in my face, and I yelp when a male hand grasps my wrist over her recoiling body. “What the fuck you bitch?” The stranger has appeared behind her, holding her with one arm and my wrist in the other. In a weird couple standoff.