All Chapters of Revenge Of The Secret Heiress : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Immediately, everyone began to laugh out loud. Anika was too stunned to even understand the situation. How could she be this humiliated like this? Anna grabbed her purse, "I'm gonna head out. Bye, friend." Then ran away. They laughed and kept chatting as if Desiree had not just bullied her. Anika just stayed there on her knees. "Desiree, so will you lend me the money?" She still managed to ask, though her voice was not as loud as she'd wanted it to be. "Oh you fool. I would rather take that money and throw it inside the toilet, then flush it. Mary was just a slave, and you want us to waste that much money on her? That loser probably was just too fat, something blocked her chest." The words Desiree said always got to Anika so bad, but now, it was ten times worse. "It's a heart condition. She's really hurting, and it hasn't been too damaged but eventually—" "—so what? There are some cheap things she could drink. Like natural juice." Tori chipped in. "I think that bill is wa

Anika quickly made payment for her medicine, and on her way out, threw two pills in her mouth. She was on her way to the hospital. Heaving in a deep sigh as she arrived at the entrance, she told herself to be strong. She would call Lark again and try to...try to what? Well! She would figure something out. On her way inside, she bumped into a figure. Tall, fine young man. His eyes were a set of dazzling blue, staring deeply into hers. She hadn't meant to stare that long but this man was just...there was an air of mystery around him. Until his lips parted in a sluggish grin. "A fine afternoon to you too, miss." He said, making Anika snap back to reality. She instantly knew she didn't like him. The likes of these handsome men knew what influence they had on women...why had she been staring like a fool with her mouth open? She coughed, clearing her throat, and said only "sorry", before making an attempt to leave. His lips pressed together in a fine pause as he heard her. "Sorry?" Wa

Anika just stared at him as he explained, then, to back up all of his points, he paused, opened the black bag he'd been carrying, and brought out a neat brown envelope. She frowned but collected it from him to open it. This was his proof after all. NOTICE OF INHERITANCE. To Ms. Anika Delacroix This document certifies that, pursuant to the Last Will and Testament of Mr. and Mrs. Delacroix, dated March 10, 2000, you have been named the sole beneficiary of the following assets: And then her eyes scanned the list on and on. Truly, the giant Delacroix empire was hers, along with an estate in the luxurious part of the city and bank accounts with personal investments. Everything was hers now. She looked at Carlos, then back at the document again. Signatories ended the statement—powerful signatories. "They took... they took me away? Stole everything and hid me from you?" Even as she said those words, it didn't feel real. A bitter smile stained her lips. "That is correct, young mistres

He was tongue-tied. “A d-divorce?” Startled, he began to stammer, kept his mouth shut before he bit his tongue off, then started again. “Anika, what? Divorce? Where’s that coming from?” He turned to face Desiree and Tori again. Now they were snickering. His cheeks burned from shame. Divorce? No. This was exactly what Tori and his mother had wanted from day one when he opened his mouth to confess his feelings for Anika two years ago. He shook his head in denial. “Listen to me, you’re just angry. You don’t really mean that.” Anika flashed him one last hard stare, then carried her box again and began to walk away. Lark realized that he had never seen her this mad before. He wet his lips, trying to make sense of everything. Had he been such a bad husband to make her give him that hard look of hatred? He didn’t like that! He rushed after her again, but Tori and Desiree stopped in front of him. “Don’t. Don’t chase after her,” Tori said. “Have some shame!” He snatched himself from Tori’s

Anika looked the woman up and down. Her face was definitely familiar. She was tall, with bright short pink hair—or was it a wig? "I'm sorry, miss," Anika simply said, not knowing how else to apologize. Her shoe wasn't even ruined. "I really did not know you were behind me. I'll be careful from now on—" This woman cut her off. "Huh? Do I look like I care! Fall on your knees now and apologize! Do you know who I am?" Exactly, Anika didn't know who she was. Mark rushed forward. "Just do as she says. She's a very important customer at our restaurant," he whispered in her ear. "I've apologized. I don't know what she wants me to do again." Anika frowned. "What? I want you to fall to your knees right now and say sorry. Or else!—" "Or else what?" Christopher said from behind. Anika's eyes widened as she took a closer look at him now. She noticed he had looked familiar, but couldn't put her finger on where. Now, it was obvious where she knew him from. A hard frown appeared on her face. "I