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The Secret Billionaire Heiress Strikes Back
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Chapter 10 Allergies img
Chapter 11 Unexpected Loyalties img
Chapter 12 Fear img
Chapter 13 The Promise img
Chapter 14 Anger at Ravyn img
Chapter 15 Jealous Aspen img
Chapter 16 Finding Leverage img
Chapter 17 Twisting The Narrative img
Chapter 18 Gaslighting img
Chapter 19 Hiding True Feelings img
Chapter 20 Lying Promise img
Chapter 21 Investigation img
Chapter 22 Fear Of Being Found img
Chapter 23 Family Drama img
Chapter 24 Butting In Personal Matters img
Chapter 25 Prison Training img
Chapter 26 Aspen Is Not Me img
Chapter 27 Kidnapping Ravyn img
Chapter 28 Forced Against Her Will img
Chapter 29 Calling in Backup img
Chapter 30 Knight In Shining Armour img
Chapter 31 A Job Interview img
Chapter 32 Test img
Chapter 33 Family Moments img
Chapter 34 Hide And Seek img
Chapter 35 Unexpected Visit img
Chapter 36 Seeking img
Chapter 37 Sacrificing img
Chapter 38 Family Meeting img
Chapter 39 Family Plan img
Chapter 40 Jealousy is a disease img
Chapter 41 Pretenders img
Chapter 42 Dante Her Hero img
Chapter 43 Informing Ravyn img
Chapter 44 How Hard Could It Be img
Chapter 45 Personal Driver img
Chapter 46 First Day At Work img
Chapter 47 Gamble img
Chapter 48 Game ON img
Chapter 49 Whisper 119 img
Chapter 50 Searching For Intel img
Chapter 51 RedHaven img
Chapter 52 Find Her Son img
Chapter 53 Father Rhys Larsen img
Chapter 54 Just A Complication img
Chapter 55 Issues img
Chapter 56 Pretense img
Chapter 57 Accusations img
Chapter 58 Ambitious day at work img
Chapter 59 Hacking Whisper 119 img
Chapter 60 Impressed img
Chapter 61 Family Gathering img
Chapter 62 Fake Relationship img
Chapter 63 Caught In The Art img
Chapter 64 Meetup img
Chapter 65 Denial img
Chapter 66 Delusion img
Chapter 67 Squashed Hope img
Chapter 68 Angry Miles img
Chapter 69 Fucking Up img
Chapter 70 New Plan img
Chapter 71 Interference img
Chapter 72 Accusations From Aspen img
Chapter 73 Fighting Back img
Chapter 74 Resolution img
Chapter 75 Dark Night img
Chapter 76 Memories Of That Night img
Chapter 77 New Job img
Chapter 78 Seventy two hours img
Chapter 79 Blackmailed img
Chapter 80 Figuring It Out img
Chapter 81 Family Day img
Chapter 82 Time To Go img
Chapter 83 Best Friends Kiss img
Chapter 84 Watched img
Chapter 85 Target img
Chapter 86 Trust img
Chapter 87 Tick Tock img
Chapter 88 School Time img
Chapter 89 Beatings img
Chapter 90 Consoling The KIds img
Chapter 91 It Doesn't Hurt img
Chapter 92 Late Shift img
Chapter 93 What Happened img
Chapter 94 Basic First Aid img
Chapter 95 Mortification img
Chapter 96 Handling it img
Chapter 97 The Arrest img
Chapter 98 Defending Her img
Chapter 99 Intimacy Jealousy img
Chapter 100 Uncertain Of Her Goals img
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The Secret Billionaire Heiress Strikes Back

Author: Audrey C Leilani
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Chapter 1 Her return

Chapter 1

The iron gates of Blackwater Correctional Facility were clanged shut behind Ravyn Hawkins for the last time ever in her life, but the sound didn't bring the relief she'd once imagined it would. Rather it left her feeling out of bounds.

After all..after five years behind prison, only taught her that freedom was another kind of cage, just with prettier bars.

A sleek black sedan was parked beyond the prison gates, and the butler who stepped out wore the same immaculate uniform she remembered from her childhood, though his hair had gone completely silver in her absence.

His face was neutral as she approached her.

"Miss Ravyn," he said with a slight bow, his voice carrying none of the warmth she might have once hoped for. "I'm to escort you home."

Home. The word felt foreign on her tongue but Ravyn nodded silently, holding on tight to the small plastic bag containing her few possessions-a change of clothes, a photograph of her sons (a secret she will take to the grave before her family found out), and the worn paperback book that had kept her sane during the darkest months.

She slid into the backseat without a word, noting how the butler's eyes never quite met hers in the rearview mirror.

When the sedan pulled through the wrought-iron gates of the Hawkins estate, Ravyn's breath caught despite herself.

The butler led her through the servants' entrance, which was a small humiliation that was not lost on either of them. Ravyn knew that her biological parents had ordered the butler to treat her nothing more as a servant after all. The butler led her through the corridors that were filled with generations of family portraits dating back 100 years.

When they finally got to the dining room, where Ravyn could hear the sounds of conversation going on, the clanking of cutleries against dishes, she could see her whole family seated around the mahogany table like the picture of a perfect family with no cracks or dark skeletons in the cupboard. They looked up as she entered, and for a moment, time seemed suspended.

Garret Hawkins sat at the head of the table, wearing a suit that probably caused more than what people made in a year. Her biological father-the man whose blood ran through her veins but who had never claimed her as anything more than an obligation.

Beside him, Eleanor Hawkins-her mother in DNA only-maintained her composure gracefully, looking at her with nothing but contempt and scorn.

Nathan Hawkins, her eldest brother, sat in his chair, with the air of a man who had never doubted his place in the world.

Jeremy Hawkins, the middle son and golden boy of the family, sat straighter in his chair. At twenty-eight, he had always been the most eager to please their parents, the one who followed every rule and exceeded every expectation. On his face, were the traces of guilt, which he managed to mask under the distaste that he had for her.

And there, in the place of honor at their mother's right hand, sat Aspen Hawkins. The girl who had stolen her life and was favoured on by everyone in the family.

"Ravyn." Her father's voice cut through the silence like a blade. "You look... different."

"Mr. Hawkins," she replied, her face betraying nothing of the real emotions she felt inside.

A flicker of something-surprise? disappointment?-crossed her father's face at the formal address that she had given him. Eleanor tight Eleanor's lips tightened almost imperceptibly, the only sign that the distance in Ravyn's greeting had found its mark.

"Please," Eleanor said, gesturing to an empty chair that was located at the far end of the table, as far from the family as possible while still technically including her.

"Sit. Maria will bring you something to eat."

Ravyn took her assigned place without complaint, noting how the chair had been set with the second-best china, even on her first day of return, they could not help acting cruel towards her.

The conversation resumed around her as if she were a piece of furniture. Nathan and Jeremy discussed while Eleanor and Aspen talked about upcoming charity galas, and shopping trips.

Meanwhile Ravyn ate the simple meal Maria placed before her, which also was a far cry from the elaborate spread the rest of the family enjoyed and listened in on their conversation, keeping up to date with things that she did not know of.

The old Ravyn would have tried to join the conversation, desperate for any scrap of affection, losing her dignity in the process, but not this time.

"The basement room has been prepared for you," Eleanor announced during a lull in conversation, not bothering to look in Ravyn's direction. "Maria will show you where everything is."

"Thank you, Mrs. Hawkins," she said, and this time Eleanor's hand paused halfway to her wine glass.

The formal address hung in the air between them and Ravyn smirked softly to herself, knowing that if Eleanor spoke up about the title, then it meant her actions to treat them as strangers were hurting them.

After dinner, Ravyn followed Maria down the hallway of corridors to a door she'd never noticed as a child.

The basement room was small but clean, and it was furnished with basic necessities-a single bed, a narrow dresser, a small desk beneath a window that looked out at ground level. It smelled faintly of cleaning products and disuse.

"I'm sorry it's not much, Miss," Maria whispered, her weathered hands smoothing the simple bedspread with nervous energy, not daring to meet my eyes.

"I tried to make it comfortable."

"It's perfect," Ravyn replied, and meant it. After a prison cell, this felt like luxury to her, no roommates, no torture lined up, no more being raped without her permission.

"Thank you for your kindness."

Maria's eyes filled with tears, and she squeezed Ravyn's hand briefly before hurrying away.

She had barely finished unpacking her meager belongings when she heard approaching footsteps and she turned around to see that it was Jeremy who had showed up on her doorway, looking agitated. His hair was disheveled, his tie loosened, and his face flushed with what looked like wine and frustration.

"There's a party tomorrow night at Grandfather's house," he started speaking, leaning against the doorframe as if he owned not just the house but her very existence.

"The family story is that you've been abroad all these years-studying in Europe, traveling, finding yourself. Whatever bullshit sounds believable. You will not, under any circumstances, let them think anything else. Do you understand me?"

Ravyn made a small sound of acknowledgment, it wasn't agreement, or submission. It was more like to indicate that she'd heard him.

The noncommittal response snapped whatever restraint Jeremy had been maintaining.

His face darkened, and before Ravyn could react, he slapped her as she cut her lip, tasting blood in her mouth

"When I speak to you, you answer properly," he snarled, his voice rough with an emotion that she could not identify.

"I'm not some prison guard you can ignore. I'm your brother, and you will show me the respect I deserve."

Ravyn slowly turned her head back to face him, her hand rising to touch the burning spot on her cheek. She did not look at him, as she spoke.

"I apologize, Master Jeremy. It won't happen again."

"I... you..." He struggled for words, clearly unprepared for her complete emotional withdrawal. "Damn it, Ravyn. Why are you acting like this? Like you don't even know me?"

Because I don't, she thought but didn't say. The Jeremy she'd once known, had died the day he helped frame her for murder. This man wearing his face was a stranger who happened to share her blood.

"I understand my place, Master Jeremy," she said instead. "I won't cause any trouble."

Before Jeremy could respond. Aspen appeared at the bottom of the staircase, looking innocent to whoever was gullible enough to see her as an angel.

"Jeremy, what's going on down here?"

"I heard raised voices and thought... oh!" She gasped theatrically as she noticed the red mark on Ravyn's cheek. "What happened? Are you hurt?"

She rushed forward with practiced grace, reaching out as if to examine the injury. Ravyn stepped back smoothly, avoiding the touch without making it seem deliberate.

"I'm fine," Ravyn said simply.

"Oh, Ravyn, I've missed you so much," Aspen said, her voice trembling with false emotion. "These years without you have been so hard. I kept hoping you'd write, or call, or... something. I know things were difficult before you left, but I always considered you my sister, no matter what anyone else said."

"That's very kind of you to say, Miss Aspen," Ravyn replied, her tone neutral and polite.

The formal address had the desired effect. Aspen's mask slipped for just a moment, revealing a flash of fury that she quickly covered with a look of hurt confusion.

"Miss Aspen?" she repeated, her voice breaking slightly. "Ravyn, why are you being so cold? We're family."

"Perhaps," Aspen continued, stepping closer despite Ravyn's obvious desire for distance, "we could talk privately? Sister to sister? I feel like there's so much we need to catch up on."

"I don't think that's necessary," Ravyn said calmly. "I'm quite tired from the journey."

"Of course," she said softly, masking her anger underneath her act of feeling dejected.

"You must be exhausted. We can talk tomorrow, before the party. I have so many things I want to share with you. I just... I hope you can forgive me for whatever you think I've done wrong. I never wanted us to be strangers."

With that, she turned and walked away while Jeremy lingered for a moment longer, his expression conflicted.

"The party is at seven," he said finally. "Don't make us look bad."

Then he too was gone, leaving Ravyn alone in her basement sanctuary.

            
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