
Reborn: The Heiress Revenge
Ariana Peige · Ongoing · 315.6k Words
Introduction
Betrayed by her fiancé and crushed by her stepsister, Scarlet died in cold-blooded despair. But fate gave her a second chance. When she wakes up, she discovers her mother wasn’t just a simple woman—she was a legend with identities that make the world tremble.
Armed with her mother’s secrets and her own cold heart, Scarlet begins her climb. Companies are built, enemies are publicly ruined, and the "scumbags" are left begging for mercy.
She planned to live a quiet, luxurious life of revenge. She didn't plan for Lennox Harvey—the nation's most ruthless, bloodthirsty tycoon.
"Why did you slap her yourself?" He growls, pulling her into his lap and inspecting her reddened palm. "Next time, let me do the dirty work. I can't stand to see you in pain."
Is this cold-blooded monster actually... a doting husband?
Chapter 1
“No, don’t come any closer,” Scarlet said fear filling her every bone as she saw Ann’s servant approach her.
She took a step back as they walked closer, but she was terrified. They were on the rooftop. What if she accidentally fell? She glanced at her sister, who was watching everything with a calm expression.
“Ann, tell them to back off. What if I accidentally fall?” Scarlet shouted.
Ann smirked and then started walking towards her. “Why are you so afraid of falling, sister?” she asked, causing a cold shiver to run down Scarlet's spine.
“You…you want me to die?” she asked in disbelief. She didn’t dare to blink as she stared at the latter, waiting to hear what she would say to that.
“What are you saying?” Ann said as she pretended not to understand her.
“Go down, I want to have a small talk with my sister,” Ann told her maids, who nodded and left without looking back. They didn’t think too much of what would happen.
However, as soon as they all left, Ann’s soft eyes suddenly turned cold and stared at Scarlet with hatred.
“You…what do you want to do?” Scarlet asked as she had a premonition that something was going to happen.
“What can I do, my dear sister?” Ann asked coldly.
“To think that I had been jealous of you when I was small,” Ann said, looking at Scarlet with disgust.
“Jealous that I could live a carefree life, getting whatever I wanted, while you couldn’t?” Scarlet asked when she suddenly recalled something she had once overheard the mother and daughter duo speaking.
“Shut up!” Ann said as she slapped at Scarlet. She was too weak as she had not been fed well and was used to doing housework. She fell when she received the slap.
“My dear sister, don’t you think it’s high time you accompany your mother and aunt?” Ann asked, and Scarlet lifted her head, looking at the woman in front of her with shock.
“My aunt isn’t dead,” Scarlet said, but Ann smirked.
“Did you think that after you left her, she would live long?” Ann replied, and Scarlet felt a cold shiver.
“What did you do to my aunt?” Scarlet asked angrily as she stood up immediately. At the time, she had even forgotten that she was in pain.
“Hahahaha. She has been dead for so many years. What can you do about it? Your godparents died because of you. Their children hate you so much, wishing you were the one who died instead of their parents. Their daughter even married my brother just to beat you up. Hahaha, if you were to die here today, do you think anyone will mourn for you? Will they even care?” Ann asked as her eyes turned cold and murderous.
“Why? Why do all these? Haven’t I given you everything I had?” Scarlet asked as she stared at the woman.
She was so sure at this point that the woman planned on killing her. However, had she not given them everything she had, and that was why she was living such a miserable life? Few minutes ago, she still believed that her sister couldn’t kill her, but she was mistaken. She regretted letting the servants go.
“Why? Do you think that your mother was just an ordinary woman? If you don’t die today, who knows what will happen to us all?” Ann told her as she thought that since she was going to die anyway, there was no need to hide the truth.
“Don’t you fear going to prison when it is known you are the one who killed me?” Scarlet asked calmly. She knew that she couldn’t avoid this death. Nonetheless, her heart was cold and filled with hatred. She hated her family and godsiblings. The people her mother had trusted to protect her sided with the people who hate her.
“My parents killed your mother, but no one ever found out. Not to mention your aunt. Hahaha, do you think anyone would ever find out that I was responsible for your death? It will be written as committed suicide,” Ann said, having a proud smile on her face, but Scarlet suddenly felt dizzy and fell.
Tears started flowing down. That was her father. Why kill her mother? They caused her to suffer so much. Why? She asked herself. She lifted her head, seeing Ann’s proud face, recalling how they had cheated her of her properties and Ann’s words that if she didn’t die, they would be in trouble. Did it mean that her mother’s family was still alive and had found out something?
“Even if you kill me, when they find out that we have died, they won’t let you guys off!” She said. Ann shook her head, feeling pity for Scarlet for a second before it vanished.
“You die, and I take your identity. If they are so rich, I would be pampered by that family,” Ann said.
They soon heard footsteps, and Ann panicked.
“You should die now,” Ann said as she hurriedly walked towards Scarlet and kicked her.
Since Ann’s servants had forced her to go back to the end. So when Ann kicked her, she found herself falling. She saw Ann’s smug face as she fell.
“I will hunt you down…even from the grave!” Scarlet's scream was cut short as she hit the ground. Blood started flowing out of her mouth and ears. She felt darkness overcoming her.
“No, sister, wake up,” she heard someone calling her just as she had closed her eyes.
The pain was unbearable, a cold fire consuming her body. Through the haze of blood and darkness, she recognized the voice calling her name, but she couldn’t move. She couldn’t scream. With her last ounce of strength, Scarlet clenched her fists, a silent, bloody vow echoing in her fading mind: If there is an afterlife, I will strip away everything you love.
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