Prison Made Her A Loser? The Real Heiress Is The Power Queen!

"Alexia, your sentence is done. You're free to go now. Try to live properly this time," said the guard.

Alexia White continued packing her things as if she had not heard him at all.

Irritation showed on the guard's face. "Alexia, I'm talking to you. Did you hear what I said?"

Alexia paused, then turned her head slightly. "I heard you."

The way she looked at him made the guard uneasy, and he took a step back without thinking.

Even after five years, he still could not get used to the terrifying presence she carried.

The memory of her first day inside came back to him. Back then, she had gotten into a fight with another inmate.

They had never met, yet Alexia held nothing back. Every strike left marks, and blood soon followed.

It took several guards to pull them apart before it got worse. Since that day, both inmates and guards kept their distance from her.

Now that her time was up, they could finally send her away.

Alexia walked forward without hesitation and passed through the heavy iron gate.

Live properly?

The thought crossed her mind, and she let out a silent scoff.

She had never been the one who needed to change.

In her last life, the James family suddenly found her and claimed she was their missing heiress.

For a moment, Alexia believed she had finally found a place where she belonged. That hope did not last. Not long after, her biological parents pushed her into prison to take the blame for Rachael James, the woman who had taken her place in the family.

For five years, the James family never checked on her. She was left to survive alone inside those walls.

The day before her release, Rachael made her move. She paid off the one person Alexia trusted most inside and had her food tampered with, leaving her to die alone in a cold, damp corner.

As her death approached, voices drifted into her ears. "Today's a big day for the James couple. They invited a lot of guests for their only daughter Rachael's birthday."

The words echoed in her mind.

Only daughter?

Then what had she been to them?

That thought stayed with her until everything went dark.

When her eyes opened again, the scene had changed. She stood back at the beginning, on the first day she was sent into prison.

The same person who betrayed her stepped forward with a smile and reached out. "Let's get along from now on."

Alexia threw a punch without holding back.

This time, she planned to make those who had hurt her pay for everything.

"Miss White, congratulations on your release," said a man, pulling Alexia back to the present.

A black Mercedes stood parked by the road. Next to it was a man in his fifties dressed in a black suit. He was Eric Foster, the butler of the James family.

Eric gave a slight bow. His posture was respectful, but his eyes carried clear disdain.

"Your sister had her birthday yesterday. Mr. and Mrs. James are tired, so Mrs. James sent me to pick you up," Eric said as he opened the car door. "Moorland Villa has been prepared for you. It's quiet and suitable for you to recover."

Moorland Villa was far from the city. Transportation there was inconvenient.

It wasn't a place for recovery. It was a place meant to keep someone away.

Alexia's face stayed cold, showing no reaction. "No need."

Eric frowned. "This was arranged by Mrs. James. Is there something you're unhappy with?"

A sneer appeared on Alexia's face. "Tell Mrs. James this. She gave birth to me, and I served her daughter's sentence. From today on, I have nothing to do with the James family. Rachael is their only daughter."

Eric's expression changed. "What..."

Alexia cut him off. "And tell Rachael this."

She paused, then spoke each word clearly. "What she owes me, I'll collect it from her, one by one."

She didn't look at Eric again. His shocked expression didn't matter to her. She lifted her worn backpack onto her shoulder and walked toward another car parked nearby.

It was a black Rolls-Royce.

Under the dark sky, the car gave off a cold shine that made it stand out.

The driver's door opened, and a chauffeur stepped out. He wore a fitted suit and white gloves. He bowed to Alexia.

"Miss White," he said as he opened the door. "Please."

Alexia stepped into the car and took her seat.

She wore nothing more than a plain T-shirt and jeans, yet the way she carried herself made her stand out with quiet elegance.

Eric stood frozen in place, unable to process what he had just seen.

Wasn't Alexia supposed to be some poor young woman from the slums?

Then how did someone like her end up getting into a Rolls-Royce after five years in prison?

Even Rachael, who had been raised by the James family for over twenty years, didn't carry herself with this kind of presence.

The Rolls-Royce moved forward without a sound and soon left the prison behind.

Inside, everything felt calm. The leather seats gave off a faint, clean scent.

Leaning back, Alexia finally allowed herself to relax.

For the past five years since her rebirth, she had stayed on edge the entire time while slowly building her foundation.

Although the details had blurred, she still remembered the major shifts in the financial market from her previous life.

Using those memories, she built connections and handled short-term trades through a proxy system. Starting with very little, she managed to earn fifty million in net profit over five years.

This was merely the first step in her path to vengeance.

The Rolls-Royce drove into the underground parking area of the Central Business District.

Once the car came to a stop, the driver stepped out and guided Alexia toward a private elevator reserved for direct access to the CEO's office.

Up on the highest floor, a man dressed in a tailored black suit stood before a wide glass window, watching the flow of traffic far below.

A soft knock sounded at the office door before the secretary spoke. "Mr. Campbell, Miss White is here."

At that, he turned around without rushing.

The moment Alexia saw his face, a quiet gasp slipped out.

This was the first time she had ever stood face to face with Ethan Campbell, the man everyone had been talking about in the business world.

The polished image shown in the media didn't fully capture him. There was something far more imposing in person. His presence carried weight, and the way his eyes settled on someone felt sharp and unyielding, like he was assessing rather than simply looking.

Compared to what she expected, he felt far more dangerous.

Ethan's gaze stayed on her as if measuring every detail. "You're Lia?"

Alexia gave a small nod. "Yes."

A faint crease appeared between his brows.

The person standing in front of him didn't match the image he had formed in his mind.

Five years earlier, Campbell Group had been caught in a storm within the market. Meetings dragged on without any real progress from the board.

Right in the middle of that chaos, an email from Lia had landed in Ethan's inbox for the first time.

The message laid out the direction the market would take and detailed what the company needed to do next.

At first, Ethan dismissed it. However, the events that followed proved every point in that email correct.

From that point on, whenever the market shifted, another message from Lia would arrive without fail over the next five years.

Doubt had once shaped Ethan's view, but over time, that doubt gave way to complete reliance.

What started as a few short emails ended up pushing Campbell Group's market share up by twenty percent.

Not long ago, their international business ran into trouble when new policies were introduced overseas.

Just then, another message from Lia appeared in Ethan's inbox.

This time, there were no detailed steps or solutions laid out. Instead, the message asked for a direct meeting.

Someone who could read market shifts so clearly and offer such precise directions should have been challenging.

Yet the woman standing in front of him looked fragile enough to be knocked over by a passing breeze.

Ethan studied her in silence before speaking. "Give me a reason to believe you're Lia."

Alexia didn't answer right away. Her eyes shifted briefly toward the secretary.

Understanding her intent, Ethan raised a hand, signaling for the secretary to step out.

The office fell quiet as the door closed, leaving only the two of them inside.

"Go on," Ethan said, his voice low. "Convince me."

A faint smile touched Alexia's lips as she began outlining the unresolved problems in Campbell Group's overseas operations. She pointed out two openings that hadn't even crossed Ethan's mind.

Everything she said followed a clear line of reasoning. The information she laid out was thorough, and her conclusions cut straight to the point.

When it came time to explain how to act on it, Alexia stopped.

Lifting her gaze to meet his, she spoke calmly. "Does that answer your question?"

Something shifted in Ethan's expression as he looked at her again, this time with a trace of curiosity.

"So it's you. You've been guiding me for five years," he said, a hint of amusement in his tone. "You've helped me make billions."

Alexia didn't hesitate. "If you want, I can keep working with you."

Ethan kept his eyes on her, studying every detail. "What do you want in return?"

"I need Campbell Group backing me," Alexia said without hesitation.

"That's it?"

"That's enough," Alexia answered. She then added, "Everything else, I'll deal with on my own."

A subtle sense of danger crept into Ethan's thoughts.

Her appearance gave off weakness, yet the look in her eyes told a different story.

Something about her felt concealed and sharp, like a threat waiting beneath the surface, making instinct warn him to stay alert.

His tone dropped. "Sounds like you're asking me to take on quite a risk."

"That's right," she said firmly. "The bigger the risk, the greater the return. Whether you take it or not is your choice, Mr. Campbell."

Silence filled the space between them.

Ethan lowered his gaze to the woman in front of him.

There was a quiet certainty in her posture, almost as if she had already decided he would agree.

"Fine," Ethan said at last. "I'll accept. But Campbell Group doesn't carry dead weight, and it won't be used for someone's personal agenda. If you fail to show results..."

Alexia cut in before he could finish, "You don't need to warn me. You already know what I can do."

For a brief second, Ethan had no reply. Instead of annoyance, a faint sense of interest settled in.

He reached for the phone and dialed his assistant, Dominic Payne, who came in shortly after.

"Dominic, take Miss White to Hillcrest Manor. Let the staff know she's to be treated as an honored guest."

"Understood," Dominic replied.

He turned and led Alexia out of the office.

The door shut behind them with a quiet click.

Left alone, Ethan leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the closed door as his fingers tapped slowly against the armrest.

One tap, then another, then a third.

As if something had just occurred to him, he picked up the phone again.

"Look into Alexia's history before prison," he said. "I want everything from those five years inside as well. And keep an eye on her from now on. Report every detail, no matter how small."

After he ended the call, his attention shifted to the email still open on his screen.

The name "Lia" no longer felt as simple as before.

Who was actually in control here?

It had turned into an interesting game.

At the James Estate, tension hung heavily in the air.

Benny James sat stiffly, his brows drawn together as he spoke. "Start from the beginning. I want every detail of what happened today."

Eric dipped his head slightly. "Yes, sir. As instructed by Mrs. James, I invited Miss White to Moorland Villa so she could rest and recover. But she refused."

Benny leaned forward, his voice sharp. "What exactly did she say?"

Eric lifted his gaze just enough to answer. "She said that from this day on, she has no ties left with the James family." He paused briefly before continuing, "She also said that whatever Miss James owes her, she will collect it bit by bit."

Alan James, Benny's second son, pushed his chair back and rose to his feet. "She actually said that?"

At that moment, Rachael stepped out of the kitchen holding a tray of fruit juice.

The words hit her like a blow. The tray slipped from her hands, and the glasses shattered as juice spread across the floor.

Her eyes quickly turned red as she spoke, her voice trembling. "So she really blames me... I took her place in the family. If I leave now, maybe she'll come back."

Alan reached out and stopped her. "Don't say things like that. You've lived your whole life here. How could you just walk away from the family?"

Norah James, Alexia's birth mother, watched with red eyes. "It wasn't right to put the blame on her for Rachael, but we care about them the same. If she hadn't stepped in, were we supposed to send Rachael to jail?"

Standing nearby, Cayden James, Benny's first son, adjusted his glasses, his gaze turning cold as it landed on Eric. "What happened next? Where did she go?"

Keeping his head lowered, Eric answered clearly, making sure everyone heard him, "After saying that, she got into a car waiting by the road. It was a..."

He stopped again, letting the silence stretch.

Alan frowned, his patience running thin. "Stop dragging it out. What kind of car was it?"

Only then did Eric continue, his tone steady. "A Rolls-Royce. It was a newly customized model. The driver treated her with great respect. From what I could tell, he was there just to pick her up."

A strange stillness settled over the living room, no one speaking for a while.

Breaking the silence, Alan let out a cold laugh. "You must have mistaken it. A girl who grew up in the slums and just got out after five years in prison riding in a Rolls-Royce? That doesn't add up."

Eric shook his head without hesitation. "I'm certain of what I saw. There's no way I could be wrong about that car."

Years of service in the James household had exposed him to all kinds of luxury vehicles.

With that kind of experience, his words carried weight, and no one could easily dismiss them.

Rachael stepped closer to Norah and gently held her arm, her voice soft and concerned. "Do you think Alexia might have picked up some bad habits in prison? Maybe she got involved with the wrong kind of people?"

Alan's temper flared again. "That has to be it. Otherwise, where would she get the nerve to act like this toward our family? I'll go find her right now and drag her back!"

"Enough," Cayden said sharply. "Rushing to her without knowing the full situation will only create more problems."

Alan turned to him, frustration clear on his face. "Then tell me what we're supposed to do."

Cayden paused for a moment before shifting his gaze toward Benny. "Dad, we should hold off for now. Let's figure out what's really going on before we make any moves."

His eyes then moved to Alan and Rachael. "Until then, both of you stay here. Don't try to find her. If she's really connected to someone powerful, provoking her could backfire on us."

Rachael lowered her gaze, looking wronged, while anger burned even stronger in Alan's expression. "Cayden, how can you say that?"

"Cayden's right," Benny said, pressing his fingers against his temples as exhaustion showed on his face. "Alexia won't cause any major trouble. We'll look into it first."

Rachael nodded obediently, but the look in her eyes told a different story.

Deep down, she had hoped that woman would never make it out of prison. Yet somehow, she had returned.

It didn't matter. She still had plenty of ways to deal with her.

After all, she was the only daughter of her parents.

No one could ever take that away from her.

Over at Hillcrest Manor, the doors swung open, revealing two neat lines of servants standing in perfect formation.

Stepping inside, Dominic raised his voice so everyone could hear him. "This is Miss Alexia White, a guest personally invited by Mr. Campbell. She'll be staying here for some time, so make sure she's well looked after."

In unison, the servants bowed and greeted Alexia. "Welcome, Miss White."

Alexia slowed her steps, taking in the scene before her.

Noticing her reaction, Dominic spoke again. "Mr. Campbell knows you've just come out of prison. He wants you to focus on resting for now. Everything else can wait."

Alexia gave a small nod. "Please pass along my thanks to Mr. Campbell."

Even as she said it, her thoughts stayed sharp.

Her connection to the James family wouldn't stay hidden for long. Sooner or later, word would spread, and Ethan would piece everything together.

If she failed to show her worth soon, he could easily change his mind about working with her.

She couldn't afford to waste any time.

Once he made sure Alexia was settled, Dominic left the villa.

A middle-aged woman then stepped forward and introduced herself with a polite smile. "Miss White, my name is Lucy Miller. I manage the household here. If there's anything you need, you can come to me."

Alexia inclined her head slightly. "Thank you, Lucy."

Her calm and respectful attitude quickly put Lucy at ease.

Although she was there as Ethan's honored guest, Alexia spoke to the staff as equals, something few in her position ever did.

With a gentle tone, Lucy added, "I'll have a bath prepared for you right away."