Prison Made Her A Loser? The Real Heiress Is The Power Queen!
After five years in prison, Alexia longed for freedom and the family she thought awaited her-only to discover a deadly plot orchestrated by the sister they cherished.
In her final moments, she realized those years were a sacrifice made to protect a bunch of leeches.
Reborn, she abandoned all hope for family and reshaped herself in darkness, turning pain into power.
Quietly, she began her revenge, using a dangerous man as her pawn to execute every step flawlessly and crush those who betrayed her.
But as she played her game, he pulled her closer and warned, "Think you can use me and walk away? Not a chance."
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Chapter 5
People in the hallway stole glances at Alexia, curious about the woman everyone had labeled as foolish.
What they saw didn't match the rumors at all.
Her appearance was carefully put together. She wore a couture dress from Luxe Kingdom, a designer brand, and her hair was loosely tied, falling in soft waves that framed her neck.
When her eyes settled on Rachael, there was nothing warm in them. She carried herself with a quiet distance that made her seem untouchable.
Wasn't she supposed to be the unruly girl from the slums?
Then why did she carry herself with more composure than Rachael, who had been raised in privilege all her life?
Without hesitation, Alexia stepped forward and stopped right in front of Rachael. "Don't bring up family ties with me. You're not qualified to say that."
A faint curve appeared on her lips, though there was no warmth in it. "You've worn the James name for so long that you've convinced yourself it belongs to you."
Alan moved at once, placing himself between them as his expression hardened. "Rachael is the real heiress of the James family!"
Alexia's gaze shifted to him, and she let out a quiet scoff. "You're protecting the very person who fooled you. Keep doing that and see where it leads."
Anger flashed across Alan's face, and he was about to respond when her voice cut through again.
"I already told you. What Rachael owes me will be repaid, piece by piece. You'd better make sure all evidence of the crime she committed five years ago stays hidden, because if I find anything..."
Alexia's lips parted slightly, and her smile turned cold. "A game without any challenge isn't worth playing."
Murmurs spread through the crowd as the tension rose.
Could there be more to what happened five years ago than they thought?
Rachael's fingers tightened around Alan's sleeve as fear crept into her voice. "Alan, she... she's..."
Alan steadied himself and retorted firmly, "What are you even saying? The court already made its decision. Are you trying to blame Rachael for something she didn't do?"
A faint curve appeared on Alexia's lips. "That depends on whether you're capable of keeping it buried."
Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked toward the VIP section, leaving their darkened expressions behind.
No matter what she said, Alan would refuse to believe it.
Rather than argue, she chose to walk away and let her words linger in everyone's mind.
Rachael and Alan stood frozen, watching her disappear, neither of them able to recover right away.
Five years had changed Alexia completely.
A tremor ran through Rachael's voice as she spoke. "Alan, do you think she'll really expose what happened back then?"
Alan shook his head, trying to sound certain. "That's impossible. Everything was settled years ago. There's no way she has any proof."
Even as he said it, doubt crept into his thoughts.
The same girl they once cast aside and sent to prison now came back in a Rolls-Royce, received personally by Philip, and spoke with such confidence.
That unsettling smile of hers lingered in his memory, sending a chill down his spine.
At that moment, a nurse approached them with a polite expression. "Mr. James, Miss James..."
Alan snapped out of his thoughts and nudged Rachael. "It's finally our turn."
The nurse maintained her smile, though her tone turned firm. "I'm sorry, but our director has instructed that you are not to be seen here. Please leave."
"What are you talking about?" Alan's voice rose, anger flaring. "We've been waiting all this time. We're about to be called, and now you're telling us to leave?"
Rachael grabbed his arm in a hurry. "Alan, don't make this worse..."
But the situation had already slipped out of control.
The nurse pressed a button and called for security. Within moments, several guards approached them with serious expressions.
Alan clenched his jaw. He knew causing a scene here would only humiliate them further.
After shooting the nurse a glare, he turned and left with Rachael.
As they walked away, he muttered under his breath, unable to understand how Alexia had gained Philip's favor.
Even the nurse assigned to the VIP lounge found herself wondering the same thing.
Many powerful figures had offered high fees for Philip's attention, yet he rarely agreed to treat them personally.
Now, he had examined Alexia himself.
Inside the VIP room, Philip remained focused, unaware of the thoughts outside as he carefully studied Alexia's toxicology report. His expression grew more serious as he spoke. "Your system still contains several substances that have been suppressing your nerves for a long time, and there's more than one type involved."
Alexia's brows drew together. "Explain it clearly."
Philip pointed at different sections of the report. "This group affects your central nervous system. It can cause breathing failure during sleep and serious damage to your liver. This one interferes with your autonomic nerves and leads to lasting harm to your nervous system. And this..."
After going through each one, Philip let out a quiet breath. "Whoever did this didn't hold back."
A cold laugh escaped Alexia.
Just as she expected, Rachael had already made her move in this life as well.
If she hadn't stayed alert and avoided the worst of it, she might have never made it out of prison alive.
Carefully folding the report, Alexia kept it close.
She was determined to make Rachael pay for her wrongdoings.
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8.2
They say Alpha Kael Vorthrane is not a man.
He is a curse.
A beast born from betrayal.
A ruler who destroyed entire packs to build his throne.
And now... he owns mine.
I am Liora Ashwyn.
Daughter of the Dark Moon Alpha.
The girl my own parents handed over like a peace offering when Alpha Kael came for revenge.
I watched him slaughter my pack.
I watched my parents choose me to save themselves.
And I watched his soldiers drag me away to be his "gift."
But when Alpha Kael finally looked at me...
He didn't see a slave.
He saw the daughter of the people who ruined his life.
And he decided I would pay for their sins.
Kael doesn't just want my body.
He wants my fear.
My pride.
My spirit.
He wants to break me slowly.
Because his wolf is insatiable.
Cruel.
Hungry for revenge.
And I am the perfect victim.
But Alpha Kael doesn't know one thing...
I am not as weak as I look.
And the girl he plans to destroy might be the only one capable of destroying him.
Or worse...
Becoming the one thing his wolf never expected.
His perfect mate.
9.3
Alyssa Gregory slept with Benton Steele, a recently disgraced and bankrupt heir, just to humiliate him.
She threw a massive check at his bare chest, treating the former prince of Wall Street like a cheap escort.
But Benton didn't take the charity.
Instead, he manipulated her anger, tricking her into signing an ironclad contract that surrendered absolute control of her entire trust fund to him.
When her abusive mother found out she had funded a penniless outcast, she slapped Alyssa across the face.
Her mother froze all her bank accounts, locked her inside her bedroom, and arranged to sell her off to a degenerate politician.
Desperate to escape, Alyssa climbed down her balcony, falling fifteen feet and shattering her ankle on the stones below.
Stripped of her money and freedom, she dragged her broken body to a VIP club just to publicly declare that Benton belonged to her.
She thought she was the boss, playing a rebellious game with a broken man.
But when Benton effortlessly carried her away from the club and locked her inside his rundown apartment, the terrifying calculation in his dark eyes shattered her illusion.
How could a man stripped of his entire empire still radiate such suffocating, violent power?
"You bought me," Benton whispered, his massive frame trapping her against the sofa. "That means I have to take care of you."
Physically trapped and completely broke, Alyssa stared into his consuming eyes, her mind racing to find a way to turn the tables.
8.4
"Are you going to treat me like the enemy?" Raffaele asked, hovering over me like a predator.
"You are the enemy," I sneered.
He smiled. "Careful. You're hurting my feelings."
"I hope I can hurt much more than that."
His eyes darkened. "You forget-I'm the one who can break you."
I vowed never to give my heart to a man. Never let one bend me. Never let one own me.
Then a single night changed everything.
When my best friend became a target, I took her place and caught the attention of the most dangerous man in the city. Raffaele, My friend's older brother, wasn't supposed to see me. We were never meant to meet but the moment his eyes locked on mine, I became his new obsession.
I don't bend and he doesn't let go.
Suddenly caught up in a world of blood and power, resisting a man like Raffaele might cost me everything...heart, body, and soul.
He wants me, dead or alive.
9.4
My retirement was finally approved, and I was supposed to be sipping drinks on a sunny beach.
Instead, a cold system voice forced me into a nightmare scenario: "Cursed Mates Who Want Me Dead." I woke up in a stinking cave, trapped in the body of a psychopathic tribal princess.
The memories that flooded my brain made me sick. The original owner of this body had forcibly marked seven of the continent's most powerful beast-men and reduced them to tortured pets. She had ripped the shimmering scales off Jordi the Merfolk prince, gouged out a proud wolf-man's power crystal, and snapped an eagle-man's magnificent wings.
Now, Jordi was a mutilated, terrified mess hiding in a corner. He was so traumatized that he tried to slit his own throat just to escape me. His sister was actively trying to assassinate me.
To make matters worse, the system warned me that if I didn't heal these seven ticking time bombs, my soul would be erased. Yet the future timeline clearly showed that these men would eventually unite, burn my tribe to the ground, and dismember me alive.
I was paying for a monster's sins. Every time I tried to show mercy, they thought it was a sick new torture method. Words were useless, and my very presence was a trigger.
But I am a Tier-S operative, and I don't play the victim. I forced the system to unlock my powers and strapped on my tactical gear.
"Stay here and don't starve."
I left the trembling Merfolk behind and walked into the deadly primitive forest, heading straight for the powerful Oasis Tribe to take back his stolen scales by force.
8.9
The mangled car teetered on the cliff's edge, my leg crushed, gasoline fumes thick in the air. My husband, Holden, stood safe on the highway, directing the rescue – but not for me. He was saving her, the woman in the passenger seat, leaving me and our unborn child to the ocean below.
I woke trapped in the crushed Maybach, leg pinned. The cliff loomed; the driver's seat was empty.
Holden, safe outside, directed paramedics past me to Giana, his "most valuable asset," ordering her rescue first.
I watched him comfort Giana, oblivious, as the car slid. My baby barely viable. Holden offered a black card for silence; Giana gloated.
Ten years of devotion, a cruel lie. Rage fueled me: how could he abandon his wife and child?
I swore a venomous oath: never again an accessory. I flicked his card away, shielded my pregnancy, and promised my baby escape.
7.2
I was dying in a rusted warehouse, paralyzed in a wheelchair while the man I loved and my own stepsister watched with smiles on their faces. The air smelled of old oil and damp concrete, and my vision was fading into a milky haze.
Dillon, the man I’d sacrificed everything for, smoothed his custom suit and pulled out a syringe filled with a clear, lethal neurotoxin. Beside him, my stepsister Bianca toyed with my mother’s sapphire ring—the one they’d just pried off my hand while I was too weak to even make a fist.
She leaned in and whispered that my father’s trust fund was already offshore and that they’d sent my husband, Kade, to the wrong coordinates to ensure he’d only find my corpse. Dillon slid the needle into my vein with the chilling efficiency of a man who had done this before.
"This will stop your heart in thirty seconds," he said, sounding as bored as if he were explaining a tax form. Ice flooded my chest, and my lungs seized, fighting for oxygen that wasn't there. As the warehouse lights blurred into white streaks, an explosion echoed in the distance. Kade had come for me, but he was too late.
I died staring at the ceiling, my heart giving one last violent kick of pure, unadulterated hatred. I had been such a fool, believing Dillon’s lies and running away from the only man who actually cared for me. I died with a single thought: if I ever get another chance, I will drag you both to hell with me.
Then, there was nothing. And then, there was air.
I sat up gasping, my silk pajamas drenched in cold sweat. The rusted beams were gone, replaced by a vaulted ceiling and the glittering Manhattan skyline. I grabbed the digital clock on the nightstand—it was five years ago, the exact night I first tried to run away with Dillon.
The bedroom door slammed against the wall, and Kade Mullen stood in the doorway, looking dangerous, furious, and very much alive. I looked at my shaking hands, then at the man I had once hated. This time, I wasn't going to run. I was going to make sure Dillon and Bianca lost everything.