Return Of The Vicious Billionaire Heiress

Chapter 5 The Lounge Chronicles

Word Count: 756 | Released on: Today at 16:04

enport driver assigned to her and met Josie a

you're thinner," she said, pulling back to look at her. "

for an hour, catching up, though Adria was vague about

d most exclusive lounge, a playground for the city's

quaint herself with this city an

k wood, and ambient lighting. The air was thick with exp

But most of the disdainful glances were directed at Adria, whose

neer swaggered over to their table. His name was Zan

over Adria with contempt. "Is this the littl

ria's defense. "Watch your mou

art doing charity work, Josie? Does he

ghter spread through

wirling the amber liquid in her g

y glass, Hudson Davenport was in a meeting.

his line of sight. "Isn't that Zane Kn

eyes grew colder. The hand ho

ring from his pocket and dangled it in front of her. "Ever seen one of these, hick? It's the 'Morning St

a bored look. "Oh. Cubic zirconia. It's a goo

, angry red. "You're lying

From a simple canvas tote bag at her f

cascade of tiny, sparkling pink granules tumbled out, glitteri

g in to get a better look.

ared, c

icro-diamonds," she said to Zane, her voice flat. "Natural. Each one perfectly cut. Your

ion sink in. "By the way, this b

t silent. Even the non-experts in the room

mouth h

"She's bluffing! Who carries millions

st glass!" Zane chimed in,

taring, dumbfounded. "Davenport.

s woman... how many more secrets did she have? For the f

s. She turned to the bartender. "You must

ndon Kane, a regular at the lounge and one of New York's most respected gemologists. He stared

Chapter End

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open

Return Of The Vicious Billionaire Heiress

HOLLY HUNT Modern

“Three-year-old Adria Carlisle was dragged out of a warm car into the freezing rain by her father, Herman Rich. He shoved her small body into the mud outside a dilapidated orphanage, stuffing a crumpled fifty-dollar bill into her teddy bear. "From today on, you don't have a father," he said coldly. He abandoned her in the storm just to steal the Carlisle family's vast fortune for his own wife and daughter. For seventeen years, Herman erased Adria's existence, officially declaring her dead in a tragic accident. Using her stolen inheritance, he elevated his biological daughter, Dolores, to the dazzling heights of New York high society. He even arranged for Dolores to marry Hudson Davenport, the ruthless king of the city's financial empire. Dolores was about to take Adria's rightful place in an ancient, ironclad marriage contract between the two powerful families. Did Herman really think a fabricated death could bury the truth forever? Did Dolores truly believe that stolen wealth and a stolen fiancé could belong to her without any consequences? On the day of the grand wedding, just as the priest asked if anyone objected, the heavy oak doors of the ballroom were thrown open. Adria Carlisle, now a terrifyingly powerful figure, walked down the aisle with the original contract in hand. "I'm not here to cause trouble," she announced to the stunned crowd. "I'm just here to take back what's mine. Including this wedding, and the groom."”