The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming

Marcus stood before Charles' portrait, his eyes bloodshot with rage. His piercing gaze locked onto Yvette and Charlene, who knelt before the casket.

Charlene might be spared, but Yvette had no escape today. She would kneel, repent, and confess her sins. She owed both the Holden family and the Walker family not just an explanation, but justice for their lost dignity.

Charlotte stepped forward, dressed in a black dress and heels, a white rose pinned to her chest just like Natalie's.

"Yvette, I used to respect you because of your age. But you're just a venomous old hag, not worthy of a shred of respect."

Charlotte's voice was colder than William's, sharp and merciless.

"The Walker family never did anything to harm the Jenkins family. Yet your family tore itself apart over a man and dragged both the Walker and Holden families

down with you.

"And after all that, you still have the nerve to shift the blame onto us. You caused Mr. Holden Senior's death. You even swapped my daughter and let her suffer years of abuse in the Langley family.

"Yvette, Vivian set that fire and burned over a hundred members of the Jenkins family. And you still had the audacity to pin the blame on the Holden and Walker families. Your shamelessness truly knows no bounds.

"Today, in front of Mr. Holden Senior, the Holden and Walker families will not let you smear our names any further. Since everyone's here, let's lay the truth out for all to see.

"Your Jenkins family lost all decency long ago. You deceived Mr. Holden Senior and married off an unfaithful, impure woman to him. You toyed with his genuine love for years and made him raise a daughter that was never his. In the end, he was driven to take his own life.

"Yvette, what right do you have to claim innocence?"

Yvette glared at Charlotte, her eyes wide with disbelief and rising panic. The Walker family's accusations she could still bear, but why would Marcus expose everything like this? Had Marcus truly discarded even Charles' dignity, even after death?

Marcus didn't care anymore. The person he loved most was already gone forever. All he wanted was revenge. He wanted Yvette to spend the rest of her miserable life in endless pain and despair.

Charles died because he was heartbroken.

remained loyal until the end. But Yvette told him the woman he had cherished had never loved him, had cheated

wife, that was the cruelest

at his side, he chose a method of death they had no chance of being saved. Even then, he still longed for the Walker family's affection. He had been afraid that once he was gone, the grandson he raised with his own hands would

eyes burned red, fury simmering behind them. He clenched it all down, refusing to let a

through her like a tidal wave. Her knees buckled,

herself to look him in the eye again. Usually calm and calculating, she now felt anxiety clawing

residence in Dithoria went up in flames all those years ago," Marcus said as he looked

been personally selected by Marcus. He had given Ethan a list of names. He would make sure the entire Dithoria remembered the Jenkins family for what they truly

felt like to have her belief shattered, to question her entire life, and

enough to suffer. Marcus' deep, commanding voice carried a weight that silenced the

throughout his life. He had donated to countless charities. Almost everyone there had once benefited

to his

company to Marcus. Though he never made a formal announcement, everyone

been whispers that Cassie might fight for the position. However,

fingers. A large

Yvette once gave Charles started playing on the screen. Hector's recording of her confession played at the

how this woman destroyed my mother and targeted Natalie," Marcus said coldly, eyes

would go this far? You'd throw

favorite show? Let the world see just how vile the Jenkins family truly is. Why didn't Vivian's fire kill you along with the others?"

poison.

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"Beat her, beat Yvette."

the crowd, and chaos erupted in an instant. A woman rushed forward, grabbed Yvette by the hair, and

Charlene cried out, throwing

one person made a move, the rest followed like an avalanche. Someone yanked Charlene away and shoved her hard into the casket. The impact echoed with

under a flurry