Between Love and Revenge: Return of the real Heiress!

Between Love and Revenge: Return of the real Heiress!

Mide writes

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After her mother's mysterious death, Ava Fletcher's world shattered. What began as a young woman's dream turned into a mission for vengeance which is to bring down the Cross family empire and uncover the truth behind her mother's fate. Until one reckless night in Florida changes everything. A fiery one-night stand and Ava walks away believing it was a mistake she will never repeat. Until she starts her new job and discovers her boss is none other than Jace Cross,the powerful CEO, her one night stand and the son of the man she plans to destroy. Caught between passion and vengeance, Ava hides her true identity while Jace grows dangerously obsessed with her.Ava finds an unexpected ally in Liam,a charming friend who seems to support her mission. Yet the deeper she goes, the more she realizes Liam's intentions may be far more dangerous than Jace's secrets,the Cross family, and the shocking truth that she might be the real heiress of the empire she came to ruin.

Chapter 1 The night everything changed

"Tell me to stop"he whispered slowly in her ear

"I don't want you to"Ava muttered closing her eyes for a moment, letting the subtle scent wrap around her like a secret only they shared, igniting a thrill that made her heart race beneath the chaos of the night.

The journey started when she stepped out of the cab, her heels clicking against the sleek pavement of the Fontainebleau Hotel. Palm trees shimmered under golden lights, and the low sound of bass could already be heard pulsing through the night air. Her dress was different and daring, nothing like the old version of herself.Tonight, she wasn't the grieving girl with a broken past. Tonight, she was someone else.

She walked into LIV like she belonged there, letting the neon lights and smell of expensive perfume wrap around her. Bodies moved with hypnotic rhythm under the neon light and the DJ's beat made the floor feel alive.

She went to the barman to get her own shot and drank it

"One more please"

The bar man raised his eyesbrow, scanning her from head to toe,she caught his reaction and scoffed.

"What,do I look like a minor?"

He handed her another glass,she dranked it at one go and smirk before leaving for the party floor and started dancing.

Dancing to let go of the old her.

Dancing to the let go of her grief.

She was here to forget her memories.

It was her last night in a city where no one knew her name. No vengeance.No pain.No past.

Just the music and the fire in her veins

"You running from something?"a velvet-smooth voice whispered behind her.

She turned to look at the owner of the voice that sounded like melody and there in front of her is a tall guy looking dark and dangerous in a way that pulled her like gravity. His gaze met hers, steady, unreadable.A silent dare.

"Someone," she corrected.Then, with a smirk

"And you?"

He didn't answer. He just offered her his hand.

She took it as she stared back at him.

His gaze,he have this look that ignited something dangerous in her.

Ava's breath caught in her throat. For a moment, the music faded.The crowd disappeared.All that existed were those dangerous eyes, and the way they melted her with just one look.

She was already burning and he hadn't even said a word.

"You don't belong here," he said, voice low and smooth, barely audible over the music.

She smirked. "And you do?"

"I make places like this dangerous," he replied, eyes dropping to her lips.

It didn't sound like just a line but like a warning and it only made her want him more.

The beat of the music pounded around them, but her heartbeat was louder.

And then he leaned in.His lips hovered,not touching hers yet.

He gave her a second to pull away but she didn't.

He took it as go ahead and kissed her,their lips met like heat and hunger. A slow burn turned wild in seconds. His hand cradled the back of her neck, pulling her in, deepening the kiss. Her fingers curled into his shirt like she needed something to hold on to.

His lips tasted like drugs and Ava had never felt more alive.

The kiss deepened, turned hungrier, like they were both trying to forget something or remember what it was like to feel wanted.

He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers. His breath was so warm.

"Tell me to stop," he whispered in his trembling voice.

Ava's eyes fluttered open, locking with his. "I don't want to."

That was all it took.

They stumbled out of the club as they found their way into the hotel elevator, kissing deeply like their life depends on it.At this point,Ava was so drunk.She was so down for what is going to happen next.

The hotel door clicked shut behind them.Ava didn't have time to think.He was already pulling her toward him again, his mouth crashing onto herslike he had been waiting for this since the moment their eyes met.

Her hands roamed up his chest, feeling the firm muscle under his shirt, while his fingers gripped her waist like he was afraid she will disappear.

He kissed her like she was his last breath.

They stumbled back, hitting the edge of the bed. Jace's hands were at the hem of her dress, with his eyes asking a silent question.She nodded.He removed her dress carefully and stare at her goddess like body

"Wow" he exclaimed softly, scanning her body.

Ava didn't look away. She wanted him to see all of her.

He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it aside.Her hands found the warm skin of his back as he leaned in again, mouth on her collarbone,trailing kisses down her neck, slowly but so erotic.

Every touch was electric.Ava didn't know when she started moaning which only turned him on the more.

They sank into the bed together, lips and limbs tangled. His hands explored her curves like he was memorizing her goddess like body hungrily.

Ava gasped as he pressed against her, every nerve on fire.

Their rhythm started from slow to faster, deeper, a breathless dance of need and emotion. Moans melted into kisses with her fingers clenched into the sheets.With their eyes locked as if they were both silently admitting something neither of them dared to say aloud.

Ava must admit this is the best sexual experience she've ever gone through with this very stranger going in and out of her and moaning softly.

When they finally collapsed beside each other,silence settled around them but being the inquisitive type,Ava decided to ask this very question that has been on her mind.

"What's your name?"

He chuckled softly after keeping quiet for minutes and cleared his throat while staring deep into her eyes.

"I'm Jace" he whispered.

Ava went silent,she felt it was unnecessary to ask him questions in the first place.

Without saying anything to his reply,she nodded her head and slept off.

The next morning

The sunlight streamed through the hotel curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the bed.

Ava stirred, her body aching in a sweet way. For a second,she forgot where she was.The silk sheets weren't hers. The air smelled faintly of his cologne and something addictive she couldn't name.She turned slowly.

The space beside her was empty.No note and no goodbye.

Just a memory burned into her skin on the way he touched her, the way he kissed her like he meant it.Like they were more than strangers.

Ava sat up, pulling the sheets around her. Her heart twisted unexpectedly. She hadn't planned to care. It was just a one-night escape. A distraction before the storm she was about to walk into.

She stood, picked up her clothes from the floor, and dressed in silence.

She reached the door, hesitated for one last look at the bed. Her lips curved in a sad smile.

"Goodbye Jace."

Then she left, heels clicking down the hallway, carrying with her only the memory of a man she never meant to meet .

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