Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

Chapter 1

"You've got to straighten up from now on. Head on home, your family's waiting outside for you," the prison guard said politely as Miranda Hawk stepped out of the gate.

She lifted her head, squinting against the blinding sunshine, a stark reminder of the freedom she'd yearned for.

Not too far ahead, a sleek Porsche pulled up. Out stepped a young man, exuding an air of affluence. "Miranda."

Miranda turned her gaze towards the smartly dressed, handsome young man in front of her.

"Mom and Dad sent me to bring you home," he continued, his tone as formal as a business transaction, with just a hint of regret. "You've been through a lot these past two years. We want to make it up to you." He had expected her to look disheveled, worn out by prison life. To his surprise, Miranda appeared fresh- faced, with a healthy glow, even more stunning than she had looked two years ago.

His insincerity made Miranda feel sick. "You all conspired to make me take the fall for Arabella's crime and sent me to jail. And now you talk about compensation? Is it you guys who have no shame or is it me?" Alistair Hawke's face hardened, a flicker of disdain in his eyes. "You think I wanted to be here? It's only because Mom and Dad insisted. With the stain on your record, you should be grateful we're letting you come back home. Don't be such an ingrate. Bella's waiting with a cake for you. Don't let her down!" Miranda sneered, "My record wouldn't be tarnished if it weren't for all of you. Especially you, my dear brother, Hawke the lawyer."

blame for Arabella. Of course, he wasn't the only one - her other three biological brothers and

shifted slightly. "In that situation, we had no other choice. I had to protect Bella." Miranda scoffed, "You're all

she

you've been to prison. Without the Hawke

pulled up beside Miranda. A man stepped out swiftly, walking over to her with a respectful

Miranda nodded. "That's me."

bowed even lower. "Apologies for being late, Ms. Hawke. Please, get

shock as he watched the scene unfold. He recognized the car model -

Alistair's dumbfounded face. "Oh, and another reason I'm not going back to the Hawke family - I don't

into the car

Alistair a fleeting glance before moving

Maybach drove away, Alistair's eyes darkened with suspicion. Who else, other than the Hawke family, would come to pick her up? And what was with her attitude, cursing people freewheelingly? Had she lost her sanity back in