Novel & Cerita True Heiress Revenge

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?”

The selection ceremony was about to begin, and he needed me as his mate standing beside him to win more support and recognition in the ceremony. What's more, I was now the Alpha heiress of the most powerful pack in the Northern Territories. With my support, he had a high probability of becoming the next Alpha King. For his reputation, for the Alpha King selection, he was eager to bring me back. From beginning to end, he showed no remorse. Since he cared so much about the Alpha King selection, I would completely destroy his unrealistic ambitions. The moment I exchanged glances with my father, he knew my thoughts and gave me an affirming look. My heart warmed.

"Your Honor, my son has suffered so much! He married her, and for five years, our family practically took care of her for nothing!" What? Wiping her tears, she said, "This woman is so deceitful! When she married my son, she hid that she was the heiress of Shalton Group, making my son endure hardship with her. Now that my son's in trouble, she walks away. How is that fair?" What? Emily said, "Exactly! She spent extravagantly during the marriage. I know she has handbags worth millions, which should count as marital property and must be divided!" What?

At that instant, as she stood there watching her husband with another woman, she realized just how wrong she’d been playing, how she’d deviated from her revenge plans, how she’d let Caspian distract her mind and caused her to loose focus on the reason for her rebirth. She’d focused on her silly romance with Caspian and had forgotten the betrayal from her past life, the revenge plans that she had for Elle and Jason. She forgot everything including how badly they’d hurt her and how much she hated them to death. But it wasn’t too late, was it? It wasn’t too late to correct everything and make sure that her enemies pay for their crimes against her. Perhaps it was time to complete her Rebirth in

Selena’s POV Mrs. Ashford moved forward a step, her hand trembling at her side, like she wanted to slap me and knew she couldn’t. “You think your little victory with the Harringtons gives you power over us?” Theo said then, stepping forward. “You’re still an ex-convict. You’re nothing but a placeholder until the real heir steps up.” I turned my gaze to him slowly. “And who would that be, Theo? You?” I let out a cold laugh. “You couldn’t land the deal. I did. And it was my name they stamped on that contract.”

Beatrice stepped over the railing, a tether line snapping taut as she vanished into the night, just as the power surged back on. Elena turned to the laptop. She scrolled to the bottom of the ledger. The last deposit wasn't four years ago. It was yesterday. The exact amount? Eight hundred million dollars. The money she had used to outbid Dante at the auction hadn't come from her trust fund. It had come from him. Dante Blackwood hadn't driven the price up to hurt her. He had funded her revenge. Elena slumped into her chair, her head spinning. She looked at Marcus, who was screaming orders into his radio.

For her eighteenth birthday, Alicia received a private estate. At eighteen, I was washing dishes in a greasy kitchen sink, my hands raw from labor, scrubbing my way to fund Dominic's critical final year of high school. "She used to call herself a little princess," he said, momentarily lost in the memory. "So the house was designed to resemble a castle." He smiled faintly, but the second his eyes landed on me, the coldness returned. "Since you've chosen to come back," he said coolly, "as the future heiress of the Rodney family, I have a few things to make clear."

He rubbed his temples, trying to clear the fog in his mind. He knew that everything that happened last night was plotted by his grandfather and Scarlett, whom his grandfather had arranged to be his fiance. If he hadn't evaded her last night, their plans would have worked out. Tristan sensed that something was not right when his grandfather called for Brian, while Scarlett was with him. He had just arrived in New York yesterday when Scarlett called to see him. Since he was spending the night at the hotel, he asked her to meet him at the club. As soon as he sensed that his drink was spiked, he gave her the key to Brian's room and told her it was his room and that he would meet her soon.

“Now, I have something important to tell you, Miss Harrington...” “I’m not…That’s not my name.” He smiled kindly. “What I’m about to tell you will be difficult to believe. You are not Lucia Hale. Your real name is Elara, and you are the sole heir to the Harrington family fortune.” Lucia stared at him for several seconds, then let out a bitter laugh. “What the fuck? What kind of a joke is this?” “It’s not.” Langford’s face was as serious as stone. Lucia dropped the glass of water angrily. ”You have no idea what I’ve been through. And you still have the guts to come here and toy with me, telling me that I’m some secret heiress to one of the wealthiest names in the city?”

Thorne protested, even as his hands instinctively began stripping the heavy copper cables from the wall sockets. "Let them look," Maya said, a fierce, defiant smile breaking through her exhaustion. "We’re going to give Silas Vane exactly what he asked for. We’re going to ping the Heiress’s primary location. But we’re going to use the IMF’s own automated foreclosure grid as the delivery system." The Liquid Heiress sensed the shift in strategy. The towering figure in the pool shrieked; a sound like tearing metal and lunged forward with her entire mass, a tidal wave of violet code designed to crush the console and everyone standing near it.