Her Icy Comeback: A Vengeful Heiress

e a video of my childhood horse being led to a slaug

nual gala, no longer a helpless ward bu

assondra, still saw me as

of money, before "tripping" and dre

expecting the broken girl

rk on his face as he told me to craw

hey wanted the hysterical

death had frozen everything inside me, fueling

ead, I calmly picked up a full bottle of

, my voice dangerously s

ottle and smashed

pte

Philli

eo. It was of my childhood horse, Comet, being led into a slaughterhouse. His only sin was loving me m

ything else inside me. For five years, that cold had been my fuel. It had built my company, sh

his fiancée, Cassondra Carroll. She was the one who had whispered the poison into his ear, the ambitious

lute. Jordan, my own fiancé, squeezed my other hand

, Blair," he murmured, his

cold as the ice in my veins.

d to walk towards them, each ste

he girl they remembered was a quiet, broken ward of the Kirks

d, a flicker of confusion in her eyes. Th

e dripping with condescension. "Blair Phillips. I' m surp

, widened for a fraction of a second. He hid it well, his mask of bored arrogance slipping

awled, though his eyes never left my f

gh," I replied

gerald, a petty queen guarding her king. "What do you want? Did y

less girl he had cast out. But they didn't touch me. Not

s on Fitzgerald. "I came to

leasant sound. "What could you

hing forward, drenching the front of my white silk

exclaimed, her hand flying to her mouth in a p

d glee. She wanted a reaction. She wanted the

to be sorely

ead, I calmly picked up a full bottle of

, my voice dangerously s

I swung t

a sickening thud, followed by the pop of t

pled to the fl

erupted

razy?" one of them shrieked, pointing a trembling finger at me.

ll with panic, "Fitzgerald adore

matting her perfectly styled hair. She looked up at

she whimpered, referencing the day I had nearly gauged her

rned. Five years had passed. She was more polished, more confident,

sked, my voice barely a whisper.

the broken bottle from the floor. The sharp edges

The crowd backed away, a

the floor, her expensive dress

discussing the weather. I held the glass shard up, letting it catch the light from the chan

anoth

deadly whisper. "He was saving my revenge for

memory of this night onto her perfect face, when

s enough

zge

ght with fury. His grip was c

towards him. "Fitz! Make h

nt, a familiar mix of expensive cologne and something uniquely him, filled

't sevente

snarled, strugglin

fingers digging into my sk

g free just enough to swing my arm. The glass shard in my h

y wrist as blood wel

clutched in my hand. He stared at the blood on his hand, the

a slow, c

e no see,