Humiliated Heiress: A Quest For Justice

wallet. My driver's license, student ID, and credit cards were all laid bare. "Ava Mercado, architecture student at NYU. Hmm, not bad. But not

Give that back!" I cried, scrambling forward, pain still radiating from my stomach. I lunged for my wallet, desperate to reclaim it

e of it sent a fresh wave of pain through me, and I whimpered, tears fi

something happened to it, wouldn't it?" Her hand shot out again, and this time, her nails raked across my jawline, drawing thin lines of blood. The sting was immediate, a

e words were weak, barely audible, but I clung to them, to

her phone, turning slightly to show off the opulent surroundings. "Soon, this will all be mine. But it seems some people think they can get a head start." She

, a desperate, raw sound. "Don't to

rned to her cronies. "Girls, let's show our little homewrecker what happens when you try to move in on someone else's territory. Start with that hideous vase." She pointed to

ndelabra. "Time for some home improvements, bitches!" she cackled, holding it up like a

illions!" I clawed at the hands holding me down, thrashing like a wil

, a manic glint in her eyes. "Even better!" With a sickening crunch, she brought the candelabr

he words tearing from my throat. My architecture projects, my designs, my future-they were all tied to this house, to Harvey's trus

a triumphant gleam in her eyes. "Let this be a lesson to all you little sluts out there. Don't mess with Kaitlyn Daniels." Her friends, equally ecstatic, began to tear through the room. A lamp cr

eamed, my voice raw and hoars

knelt, her face inches from mine, her breath smelling faintly of coffee and spite. "Besides, by the time they get here, we'll be long gone. And you'll be left with nothing but a ruined reputation and a ruined house." She

th striking red hair, heading towards Harvey's study. My heart lurched. "No!

mile. "Oh? What's so special in there, Ava? Your little love letters

t was the original partnership agreement, signed by my father and Harvey, the very foundation of Allison-Mercado Enterprises. It

e took the folder from her friend. She ruffled through the pages, her eyes sca

Allison-Mercado partnership agreement. Please, don't touch it." Tears streamed down my face, not f

y'?" she purred, her finger tracing the gold-embossed letters on the cover. "How precious. Tell me, Ava, how mu