Hidden Marriage My Adorable Wife Is A Domineering CEO

Rebirth And Revenge: The Real Heiress Is Back!

R. Ink writer

Elisa watched as the most important people in her life showered the evil imposter-The fake heiress, with love. Elisa, the lost daughter of one of the most wealthiest family was found 18 years later and was brought back to her rightful home. However, someone had already taken her place. A fake heiress, the pampered little princess. Her coy acting and innocent façade made Elisa's real mother love her more than Elisa, her real daughter. That made Elisa, though, the true daughter end up as an adopted child. "Elisa, could you try not to appear in front of her too much as it could trigger her insecurities." Her parents had told her because of the fake heiress. "Elisa, You've taken everything away from her. Why can't you give her a little more?" Her fiancé had ordered her. Because of an unfortunate accident plotted by Isabelle-The fake heiress, Elisa was sent to prison and her family cut ties with her without a second thought. Four years, after much torture which led to her being crippled and blind on one eye, she was released, but got hit by a truck. While laying on the pool of her blood, she wanted to question, Why? Why had they all treated her so cruelly, while they love Isabelle unconditionally? She badly wanted to rip off Isabelle's mask of innocence, to reveal the fake, manipulative woman beneath. She was full of hatred. But after her death, she woke up back to when she was 18 years like all that happened were all nightmare. She was elated. She was reborn to re-live all that had happened in her last life, but now, her mission was to reveal mask beneath that woman and make everyone that made her suffer in her past life pay. It was her time for revenge! And definitely, she won't mess this up!

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Valenticia's POV:

I stood in the kitchen, my fingers trembling slightly as I arranged strawberries around the rim of a porcelain plate. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the rich aroma of buttered croissants and scrambled eggs.

"Is this alright, madam?" Maria, the maid, held up a crystal vase filled with soft pink peonies-Dmitri's favourite.

"It's perfect," I whispered, my voice barely rising above a whisper.

"Madam, shall I bring in the flowers?" She asked, once again.

"Yes, please." I offered a smile, clutching the hem of my lavender dress. "Set them by the table."

When she was done, I turned to her with a wide smile. "Thank you, Maria."

She nodded, returning the smile before retreating into the corridor.

I wanted everything to be perfect.

Tomorrow would be our first anniversary. One year since I had married Dmitri Galden, trading my heart and future for an arranged marriage.

It was meant to be, something his grandfather wanted, but somewhere along the lines, my heart had betrayed me. I had fallen in love with my husband, despite the cold, business-like terms that bound us.

And for the first time in a year, he finally acknowledged me as his wife and consummated our marriage last night.

Since It was the first night we had shared a bed, I am convinced that it was the beginning of something real.

I smoothed my dress, a lavender silk that Dmitri had once complimented. My hair fell in loose waves over my shoulders, and I dabbed a bit of his favourite perfume on my wrists. I wanted everything to be perfect.

A creak echoed through the hall. I turned, my heart leaping.

"Dmitri?"

He stood at the entrance, already dressed in a black suit, his brown hair was still damp from a shower, strands clinging to his forehead. He looked every bit the powerful CEO, exuding a cold, unapproachable aura.

"I made breakfast," I said, forcing brightness into my voice. "I thought we could celebrate early-"

"I don't have time." He said, coldly.

"But... I wanted us to have a nice breakfast, you know, before our anniversary." I took a hesitant step forward. "It's been a year, Dmitri. I thought-"

"Don't." His gaze slid past me. "I have meetings all day."

"Please." My voice cracked. "Just a few minutes. I made your favourite-"

He was already walking away.

Feeling really desperate, I reached out for his sleeve. "Dmitri!"

He paused. "Let go, Valenticia."

"Just one bite. One sip of coffee. Anything. Please."

He turned, and the look in his eyes stole the breath from my lungs. There was nothing there, no warmth, no recognition. Just coldness.

"I said I don't have time."

And then he was gone.

I stood there, my arm still outstretched, my hand grasping nothing but air.

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