The Heiress Who Came Back

The Heiress Who Came Back

Alma

5.0
Comment(s)
677
View
11
Chapters

"Don't you dare mess this up, Gabrielle," my mother hissed, her knuckles white on the steering wheel. She' d arranged a "golden ticket" meeting with a wealthy heir, supposedly for my future. But a chilling warning about my best friend Molly, "Don't let Molly anywhere near this. She'll ruin it," echoed eerily. Suddenly, a flood of memories hit me: torn clothes, fake bruises, the heavy impact, the world going dark. I remembered my last life – my mother' s "warning" then, my loyal defense of Molly, and the brutal consequence: my own murder. Molly, my supposed best friend, was my mother' s secret daughter. They orchestrated my death, took everything my father left me, and my mother even married the man who killed me. I was confused, heartbroken, then consumed by a profound sense of betrayal and injustice. How could my own mother conspire in my death, with her lover and their secret child, stealing my entire inheritance? And why couldn't I see it then? But this time, I' m back. I' m in the car, moments before it all begins. And this time, I am not the victim. I am the hunter. The game has changed.

Introduction

"Don't you dare mess this up, Gabrielle," my mother hissed, her knuckles white on the steering wheel.

She' d arranged a "golden ticket" meeting with a wealthy heir, supposedly for my future. But a chilling warning about my best friend Molly, "Don't let Molly anywhere near this. She'll ruin it," echoed eerily.

Suddenly, a flood of memories hit me: torn clothes, fake bruises, the heavy impact, the world going dark.

I remembered my last life – my mother' s "warning" then, my loyal defense of Molly, and the brutal consequence: my own murder. Molly, my supposed best friend, was my mother' s secret daughter. They orchestrated my death, took everything my father left me, and my mother even married the man who killed me.

I was confused, heartbroken, then consumed by a profound sense of betrayal and injustice. How could my own mother conspire in my death, with her lover and their secret child, stealing my entire inheritance? And why couldn't I see it then?

But this time, I' m back. I' m in the car, moments before it all begins. And this time, I am not the victim. I am the hunter. The game has changed.

Continue Reading

Other books by Alma

More
The Mute Heiress's Fake Marriage Pact

The Mute Heiress's Fake Marriage Pact

Modern

5.0

I was finally brought back to the billionaire Vance estate after years in the grimy foster system, but the luxury Lincoln felt more like a funeral procession. My biological family didn't welcome me with open arms; they looked at me like a stain on a silk shirt. They thought I was a "defective" mute with cognitive delays, a spare part to be traded away. Within hours of my arrival, my father decided to sell me to Julian Thorne, a bitter, paralyzed heir, just to secure a corporate merger. My sister Tiffany treated me like trash, whispering for me to "go back to the gutter" before pouring red wine over my dress in front of Manhattan's elite. When a drunk cousin tried to lay hands on me at the engagement gala, my grandmother didn't protect me-she raised her silver-topped cane to strike my face for "embarrassing the family." They called me a sacrificial lamb, laughing as they signed the prenuptial agreement that stripped me of my freedom. They had no idea I was E-11, the underground hacker-artist the world was obsessed with, or that I had already breached their private servers. I found the hidden medical records-blood types A, A, and B-a biological impossibility that proved my "parents" were harboring a scandal that could ruin them. Why bring me back just to discard me again? And why was Julian Thorne, the man supposedly bound to a wheelchair, secretly running miles at dawn on his private estate? Standing in the middle of the ballroom, I didn't plead for mercy. I used a text-to-speech app to broadcast a cold, synthetic threat: "I have the records, Richard. Do you want me to explain genetics to the press, or should we leave quietly?" With the "paralyzed" billionaire as my unexpected accomplice, I walked out of the Vance house and into a much more dangerous game.

Too Late Mr. Sterling: You Lost Me

Too Late Mr. Sterling: You Lost Me

Modern

5.0

I was the perfect fiancée to Archer Sterling, a tech mogul who demanded I be as polished as his marble countertops. I gave up my art and my identity to fit his world, believing our upcoming wedding was the start of our forever. A mysterious text led me to a hidden folder in a calculator app on Archer’s phone. Inside were photos of him with his assistant, Mia, and texts calling me a "dead fish" and "manageable" collateral for his upcoming IPO. The humiliation peaked at my final bridal fitting. Archer ditched me for a hotel tryst with Mia, leaving me to overhear the salon staff mocking me as a "clueless gold digger." When I collapsed in the hallway, barefoot and broken, Archer didn't offer a hand. He only scolded me for "making a scene" and ordered me to be "supportive" of his busy schedule. The seven years I spent molding myself into his ideal woman were a lie. I wasn't his partner; I was a character in a play he wrote for his investors. My love had been met with calculated contempt, and my sacrifices were treated as his due. That night, I found Mia’s silk stockings shoved in my guest bathroom. The scent of her perfume in my home was the final breaking point. When Archer tried to touch me, my skin crawled with a physical rejection I couldn't mask. I locked the door, shredded the stockings, and called the one man Archer feared: Julian Van Der Bilt. "Does your offer for help include getting me out of here?" I asked. "Pack a bag," Julian’s voice rumbled through the dark. "I'll be there in twenty minutes. Don't let him see you leave."

The White Wolf He Rejected For A Mistress

The White Wolf He Rejected For A Mistress

Werewolf

5.0

I lay in the ICU, silver toxicity turning my blood to lead. A chandelier had sliced through my shoulder, poisoning me and the secret life growing inside my womb. The doctor was frantic, gripping the phone. "Alpha, the silver has reached her marrow. She needs a transfusion of your blood. It's the only way to save the Luna and the... the potential life." I waited for my husband, Blake, to rush to my side. Instead, his voice came through the speaker, cold and clinical. "Keep the reserves in storage, Doctor. Ariana is in shock from a scratch on her finger. She might need it if she faints. I cannot risk depleting my supply for Caroline." The room went silent. In that silence, my inner wolf gave one last shuddering gasp and died. She couldn't survive the rejection. And the tiny spark of life in my womb flickered out with her. He had stopped our child's heart to protect his mistress's panic attack. I didn't scream. I reached for the black leather notebook on my bedside table. My ledger. For five years, I had tracked every insult. Every time he chose Ariana over me. We started with 100 points. He walked through fire for her and left me to burn under the debris. -20. He gave the family heirloom to her to 'soothe' her. -15. He refused the blood. He killed our son. I wrote the final number. Total: 0. The debt was paid. The bond was bankrupt. I signed the divorce papers and vanished into the storm, leaving a dead son and a dead marriage behind. Two years later, I returned as the most powerful architect in the region, the rare White Wolf. Blake, now a ruined, disgraced man, knelt in the rain before me, begging. "I can fix it," he sobbed, clutching the hem of my dress. "I can earn the points back!" I looked down at him with cold, dead eyes. "The ledger is closed, Blake. You hit zero."

You'll also like

THE SPITEFUL BRIDE: MARRY TO RIVAL'S SON

THE SPITEFUL BRIDE: MARRY TO RIVAL'S SON

Ray Nhedicta
4.6

"Let's get married," Mia declares, her voice trembling despite her defiant gaze into Stefan's guarded brown eyes. She needs this, even if he seems untouchable. Stefan raises a skeptical brow. "And why would I do that?" His voice was low, like a warning, and it made her shiver even though she tried not to show it. "We both have one thing in common," Mia continues, her gaze unwavering. "Shitty fathers. They want to take what's ours and give it to who they think deserves it." A pointed pause hangs in the air. "The only difference between us is that you're an illegitimate child, and I'm not." Stefan studies her, the heiress in her designer armor, the fire in her eyes that matches the burn of his own rage. "That's your solution? A wedding band as a weapon?" He said ignoring the part where she just referred to him as an illegitimate child. "The only weapon they won't see coming." She steps closer, close enough for him to catch the scent of her perfume, gunpowder and jasmine. "Our fathers stole our birthrights. The sole reason they betrayed us. We join forces, create our own empire that'll bring down theirs." A beat of silence. Then, Stefan's mouth curves into something sharp. "One condition," he murmurs, closing the distance. "No divorces. No surrenders. If we're doing this, it's for life" "Deal" Mia said without missing a beat. Her father wants to destroy her life. She wouldn't give him the pleasure, she would destroy her life as she seems fit. ................ Two shattered heirs. One deadly vow. A marriage built on revenge. Mia Meyers was born to rule her father's empire (so she thought), until he named his bastard son heir instead. Stefan Sterling knows the sting of betrayal too. His father discarded him like trash. Now the rivals' disgraced children have a poisonous proposal: Marry for vengeance. Crush their fathers' legacies. Never speak of divorce. Whoever cracks first loses everything. Can these two rivals, united by their vengeful hearts, pull off a marriage of convenience to reclaim what they believe is rightfully theirs? Or will their fathers' animosity, and their own complicated pasts tear their fragile alliance apart?

Chapters
Read Now
Download Book