When Technology Proves The Wronged Heiress Innocent Novels & Stories

My voice broke, high and desperate. The newscaster’s voice kept going, steady and merciless. “In a remarkable gesture of love and trust, Mrs. Adrielle Holt transferred full control of her father’s holdings, including Adlock Tech Global, to her husband. Sources say the young heiress encouraged him to remarry, ensuring the Holt legacy would endure.” The words punched holes in my chest. “I never said that. I never told you to remarry. I–” “What you say doesn’t matter anymore,” Valen said, his tone a quiet knife.

“But right now, the gallery is fully booked. If you had brought this to me a week ago, I would have agreed without hesitation.” A lump formed in my throat. A week ago? If only I had known. If only I had acted faster, moved quicker, been one step ahead instead of drowning in my own hesitation. Delaware exhaled, leaning back slightly as if trying to soften the blow. “At the moment, Hillman has booked a three-week convention to showcase the missing pieces of Hilther—treasures from the ancient times. We’re swamped, Darla.” Hillman. Of course.

Thanks to Jenny taking over the matter, her miscarriage was hidden from everyone… so she thought until she heard Celina’s poisonous voice again. “Did you honestly think that Caspian was blind or stupid?” she snorted, “He found out about your miscarriage and I made him believe that Atlas was the owner of the child. Guess what, he was enraged, but he didn’t divorce you like I thought. I even had Sebastian send him the photo of you two kissing under the tree at the greenhouse, still, he refused to let you go, so I had to do more, which led to the incident at the party yesterday,” she smiled. She loved the look of helplessness in Saffron’s eyes and it made her satisfied.

Lydia executed the restoration, and by evening the founding equity of Hale Tech stood divided in three, Hale and Vane and Cole, the daughters and the son, exactly as three young men had once meant it to be before fear rearranged everything. And then the world arrived, because the archive had been landing in it for four days. The custodians had done their work, and Lydia's structure had held, and the whole truth was surfacing everywhere at once with no author and no frame. The theft of Hale Tech. Victoria's crimes, and beside them her statement, her own voice accounting for thirty years. The murder of Mara Voss, at last, in daylight, with Lydia standing before cameras as her sister's name was

She held it up for the board to see. "I reversed the frequency," Elara explained, her eyes cold as ice. "So when the scanner looked for the 'thief,' it found the person carrying the evidence. You didn't just try to frame me, Isabella. You brought the stolen tech into a Blackwood facility yourself." The silence in the room was absolute. Isabella’s face went from triumph to a sickly, pale grey. She looked at her father, but Valerius had already turned away, his expression one of disgusted dismissal. She was a liability now.

"There were shreds of evidence right? And mind you, there were ten of them and they all tell the same." "Yeah, but Uncle Vico can't feel anything when he had seen the corpse personally," the lady in a beige satin gown answered, her accent somewhat making Claudia's brow arch. "It's flat and dull." Inside her head, Claudia wants to laugh hard at the stupidity of these high-class people in front of her. How come they all have the money, the resources as well as great men but not the brain? Hello, Victorina Aurora is very alive and enslaving herself from whoever that businessman is! Their beloved heiress has been treated slavishly by a person lower than her, damn! That would be a slap in their f

"If it isn't my father’s, whose is it? Maybe Kean Cruz—the boy my father treated like a son, while he was busy treating my stepmother like a queen?" "You're insane!" she shrieked . "No," I countered, my eyes flashing. "I’m the witness." I signaled the technician. The massive LED screens behind the throne flickered to life. The room gasped as grainy, infrared footage began to play—her and Kean, in the backseat of a car, their betrayal caught in high-definition. The "Gilded Lady" was stripped bare in front of the entire criminal underworld. I looked over at Demi. He was leaning back in his chair, a glass of bourbon in one hand, watching me with a predatory, satisfied heat in his eyes.

But who could have imagined that I had only been three years abroad, but he'd proudly bring his mistress home and let her humiliate me like this? I couldn't hold back the grief and rage. I screamed, "I'm the Shea heiress. If any of you will help me, the Shea family will hand over our domestic assets!" Before the words finished, a bridesmaid pummeled my abdomen with a few hard fists. Pain shot through me, and I collapsed to the floor. Evelyn looked down at me with contempt. "The Shea heiress? Everyone knows the Shea family is abroad. Strip her." I struggled, and the flash drive holding our core technology slipped from my pocket. I reached for it, but Evelyn grabbed it first.

However, no matter how Eliza struggled, she couldn't break free. Eliza widened her eyes in disbelief. Why couldn't she free herself from this wretched woman's grip? "How dare you attack me? You rebellious child!" Larissa pointed to the ceiling and said casually, "Grandma, technology nowadays is really advanced. Security cameras are everywhere. "You failed to fool everyone into thinking you are the victim, so you decided to pull your tricks in the police station? The cameras have captured everything clearly, and we will know who started the fight first!"

And would you also like to tell them that the real brooch has a tiny microchip embedded in the facets of the gemstone that can only be seen if magnified by 20 times? Jeff's face turned increasingly paler with every word I said. Even Crystal's initially smug face began showing hints of panic. She turned to Sophia helplessly, but she realized that Sophia was looking at me in shock. I straightened up, finally revealing the presence I had been suppressing for a long time and allowing myself to relax. Now, I was no longer the woman they misunderstood, humiliated, and described as being poor and down on my luck. I was Cheryl Richmond once again, the true heiress of the Richmond family.