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Rising From The Deep: The Heiress's Wrath

Author: Yan Huo

Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 1068 | Released on: 22/01/2026

g onto a life that was already slipping away. Ivy Hogan pushed open the heavy oak doors to the master suite, her fingers trembling against th

is was supposed to be the moment that changed everything. The moment th

n. The air was thick, suffocating. It smelled of expensive scotch an

led out, her voice

Braeden Randall stood there, a silhouette against the sliver of light bleeding through the drape

didn't feel. She reached into her pocket, h

e low, venomo

They were bloodshot, manic, filled with a hatred so pure it stole th

, what's

r. He just thre

paper sliced against her lower lip as it fell, a stinging, precise pain. Ivy flinched, her hand fl

envelope, scattering acr

clouding her vision. Her hands shook

oked exactly like her-same hair, same profile, same dress-walking into a seedy motel

ed. She looked up at him, her eye

shattered the silence of the room. He crossed

bruising force. He forced her head up, making her look at

told me everything. How you sneak out at night. How you meet h

s spilling over her lashes. "I've neve

ing backward onto the carpet. He looked down at her

and on his trousers. "I actually thought y

flat stomach. The secret she carried suddenly felt heavy, dangerous.

wasn't the silence of shock or joy. It was t

augh bubbled up from his chest-a cold, h

stupid? You sleep with a whore-monger

d frantically. "It's yours! It's

of your filth,"

polished dress shoe. Instinct took over. She curled into a ball, wrapp

" she s

ed with sicke

. The force of it lifted her off the ground. Ivy was

the glass coffee

gh the thin fabric of her white dress, digging into the flesh of

compared to the sharp, blinding cra

ing inside her had

mming with black spots. A terrifying warmth spread between her l

s trembling as she reached down. H

d at the blood spreading around her. Ther

up," he muttered

his cufflinks in the mirror as if he

Get out of my house before I

heavy oak doors, no

toward him, dragging her bleeding body over the glass, leaving a

r click

oaked carpet. The last thing she felt before the darkness t

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“I walked into the master suite clutching a positive pregnancy test, convinced this tiny plastic stick would finally mend the cracks in my relationship with Braeden Randall. I was ready to tell him we were starting a family, that our future was finally secure. Instead of a celebration, a heavy manila envelope struck me in the chest, slicing my lip open. Photos scattered at my feet-grainy images of a woman who looked exactly like me entering a seedy motel with a stranger. Before I could speak, Braeden's face twisted with a hatred so pure it stole my breath. "I'm pregnant, Braeden! It's yours!" I sobbed, shielding my stomach. He didn't hesitate. He called my baby "evidence of my filth" and delivered a kick so brutal it sent me crashing through a glass coffee table. As I lay amidst the shards, watching the white carpet turn crimson with the blood of my lost child, he simply adjusted his cufflinks and told me to "clean up the mess" before walking out. Hours later, I was bound in ropes on a yacht during a violent storm. My stepmother, Brittny, leaned in and whispered the ultimate betrayal: she had murdered my mother, and now she was finishing me off. They threw me into the black, churning ocean like garbage, expecting the waves to swallow my secrets forever. I sank into the freezing depths, fueled by the memory of that final, desperate flutter in my womb and the cold realization that my life had been stolen by a calculated frame-up. How could the man I loved turn into a monster in a single afternoon, and what else were they hiding? Now, four years later, I've returned to Cloud City with a heart forged in ice and a genius son who looks exactly like the man who tried to kill me. I'm no longer the victim who begged for mercy; I'm a rising star auditioning for the lead in Braeden's new production. The games are just beginning, and I won't stop until I've dismantled the Randall empire piece by piece.”