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Betrayed. Murdered. Reborn. Astrid Woods, the only daughter of billionaire Arthur Woods, believed she had married the love of her life. Instead, Adam Pierce married her for her inheritance. Together with her best friend Miley Perez, they poisoned her father, stole her empire, and left her to die with the child growing inside her. But death was not the end. Astrid wakes up the night before her wedding. This time, the naive heiress is gone. In her place stands a woman with one goal. Revenge. She will ruin Adam. She will destroy Miley. And she will make them beg for mercy. But just when her revenge begins, a powerful man returns to her life. Ares Antonovich, the billionaire who once loved her, now stands by her side. And he holds a secret that could change everything. Because in this life… Astrid is not the only one who came back from the dead.
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Revenge of The Woods Heiress. Chapter 48
Astrid’s POV I woke slowly. Not because I was rested. But because my body felt like it belonged to someone else. Heavy. Slow. For a few quiet seconds, I simply stared upward. White ceiling. Soft light. A room I didn’t recognize. Silence pressed around me. No voices. No footsteps. No panic. Just stillness. My mind floated through the quiet haze before reality struck all at once. The bar. Miley. The drinks. The hotel. The man. My breath caught violently. I sat up too fast. The room tilted. A sharp wave of dizziness rolled through me so suddenly I grabbed the edge of the bed. My pulse began climbing. Too fast.........too hard. Memory came in flashes. Miley smiling. The hotel room. Hands grabbing my arms. The sound of camera flashes. A strange man climbing onto the bed. My chest tightened so hard it hurt. I swung my legs over the side of the mattress. Something hot and bitter climbed my throat. I hated it. Hated w
Last Updated : 2026-06-03Revenge of The Woods Heiress. Chapter 47
Third-Person POV Miley Perez had always believed fear was something that happened to other people. Fear was for weak girls crying in bathrooms after heartbreaks. For desperate men losing money. For people without power. Miley had spent too many years surviving to become one of those people. But tonight, Tonight, for the first time in a very long time She was afraid. The heels she had abandoned somewhere during her escape were gone now. Her bare feet slapped against wet pavement as she hurried down the dim alley behind the nightclub, clutching her phone tightly enough to hurt. Her breathing came fast. Uneven. Panicked. The image of Ares Antonovich standing in that hotel room would not leave her mind. Those eyes. God. She had seen angry men before. Adam when business deals failed. Clients when they lost money. Her father during drunken rages years ago. But Ares? Ares had looked like the kind of man who could kill without raising his voice. And worse He had looked
Last Updated : 2026-05-14Revenge of The Woods Heiress. Chapter 46
Third-Person POV It did not take Astrid all at once. It swallowed her in pieces. First her legs. Then her hands. Then her voice. She could still hear. Still think. Still feel. And that was the cruelest part. Her body had become a prison she could not command. She felt hands beneath her arms dragging her across tile. Her shoes scraped weakly against the floor, then disappeared from her feet altogether. Voices moved around her in muffled waves, warped and distorted by the drug flooding through her system. “Put her on the bed.” “She’s heavier than she looks.” Miley laughed. Astrid tried to move. Nothing happened. Terror clawed up her throat. No Not like this. Not again. She forced her eyes open. Blurred ceiling. Hotel room. Soft golden lights overhead. A strange man leaning over her. Miley standing nearby with her phone already in hand, smiling like this was a party. Panic hit Astrid so hard it nearly tore her apart. Her lips parted. No sound came. The man
Last Updated : 2026-05-04Revenge of The Woods Heiress. Chapter 45
Astrid’s POVThe moment I stepped out of the car and looked up at the glowing sign above the bar, something in my chest tightened.It wasn’t the place itself.The bar was one of those polished upscale lounges designed to look effortless....dim amber lighting, expensive leather seating, a polished black entrance framed by gold accents and security men in tailored suits. The kind of place wealthy people came to pretend they were ordinary while spending enough on cocktails to pay someone’s rent.Nothing about it was alarming.And yetInstinct pressed cold fingers down my spine.Maybe it was because Miley had sounded too eager on the phone.Maybe it was because in my first life I had trusted her completely, and now every smile from her felt like a knife wrapped in silk.Or maybe it was because my body had learned the shape of danger before my mind did.I stepped inside anyway.Because if Miley was planning somethingTonight, I intended to see it clearly.The hostess led me through the cro
Last Updated : 2026-05-03Revenge of The Woods Heiress. Chapter 40
Third-Person POV Adam stood in his office, staring at the report in his hand. For a long moment He said nothing. Did nothing. Just read. Then read it again. Slower this time. More carefully. As if the numbers might change if he looked at them long enough. They didn’t. His jaw tightened.
Revenge of The Woods Heiress. Chapter 39
Astrid’s POV Power is intoxicating. Not in the way people think.......loud, arrogant, reckless. No. Real power is quiet. Controlled. It sits in your hands like something delicate, something sharp… something that can build or destroy depending on how tightly you hold it. And this mor
Revenge of The Woods Heiress. Chapter 38
Third-Person POV The conference room was immaculate. Glass walls. Polished table. A skyline view that reminded everyone inside exactly where they stood in the hierarchy of the city. At one end sat Adam Pierce. Composed on the outside. But inside Restless. He adjusted the cuff of his sleev
Revenge of The Woods Heiress. Chapter 36
Astrid’s POV By the time I got home that evening, my mind was still replaying everything that had happened. The contract. The clause. The moment I almost signed. And him. Ares Antonovich. I dropped my bag on the console table by the entrance and slipped off my heels, exhaling slowly
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