Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

Chapter 9

The sharp smack echoed through the boutique, startling everyone inside.

"Miranda, what the hell are you doing?" Lysander snapped.

Miranda didn't miss a beat and landed another swift slap across Lysander's cheek.

"Don't worry," she said. "You have your own share."

She turned to Orion, who stood frozen in shock, and delivered a third slap with her hand. "And one for you."

The brothers never anticipated that Miranda would ever lay a hand on them. The slaps were quick and brutal, leaving them no time to react. The two got smacked on their face, glaring at her, their teeth gritted. Miranda's eyes were icy as she enunciated each word. "Remember, it was you who wronged me. When you see me, you should scurry away like rats from a cat, not bark like mad dogs. But if you prefer the latter, I have no problem teaching you a lesson."

With that, she turned on her heel and walked out, leaving the gazes of the rest behind. William shot the trio a look that screamed satisfaction.

a twinge of guilt. The Hawke family had indeed wronged Miranda, and they dreaded the idea of her revealing their dirty laundry in public. So, as much as it stung, they swallowed their pride and

"Even if we did her wrong, she can't just hit us like that. She's been to jail, and despite that, Mom and Dad let her back into the Hawke family. Haven't they been kind enough? I know it's

immediately turned their attention to comforting

you leave? If anyone's going, it's her. Next time she

kept woman and now acting all high and

had been watching the drama unfold, began to murmur amongst themselves, eager to dissect

Arabella stormed off in a huff, with the

upper floor of the luxury store, a man leaned casually against the railing, having witnessed the entire spectacle. The VIP lounge was

quite the temper," a smirk playing on his lips, his eyes flickered a hint of teasing; he found the scene more entertaining than

coolly at the man kneeling before him, begging for mercy. "Mr. Ashcroft, I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have sold your information to that woman. She's just a tramp trying to woo her way into your life! I lost my mind for

held him firmly, leaving no room for escape. The man's face was battered and bloody. That pair of polished leather shoes came gradually closer, each tapping against

what I despise the most?" Elian exhaled a smoke wreath, his voice nonchalant as he pressed the burning cigar into the man's scalp. "Ahhh!!" the man