The Real Heiress Rules the World

Chapter 1

Creak–clang!

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A string of dull, grating sounds tore through the silence as the iron gates, towering nearly a hundred feet high, slowly parted to either side.

A woman in a tattered blue–and–white striped uniform, hair wild and tangled, walked out from the entrance at a sluggish pace.

Adrian Rivers heard the noise and finally let the tension ease from his brow. He stubbed out his cigarette, turned his head, and when he saw the person in front of him, his brows furrowed again. He called out with a hint of uncertainty, “Sloane?”

Sloane Rivers brushed the hair away from her face, revealing pale features that, despite everything, couldn’t hide their natural beauty. But her eyes—once bright and full of life—had gone cold, dulled by years of indifference.

Her gaze lingered on Adrian for only a second before shifting away, as if he were nothing more than a stranger, irrelevant to her world.

“What’s wrong? After all these years, Adrian, you don’t recognize me anymore?” Sloane’s voice rose softly, tinged with mockery. “You were the one who sent me here, remember?”

seem used to this version of her. In his memories, she’d been rebellious, yes–but also full of fire and passion. The

car, Don’t embarrass yourself here,” Adrian snapped back quickly, still using that impatient tone, like he was trying to cover up a

opened the door, and climbed

unfolded that defied all logic. The so–called “bosses“-women who once ruled the halls with cruelty and violence, feared by everyone around them–were

Thank goodness, it’s

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again.

rugged road.

tension.

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years, I hope you’ve learned your lesson. When we get back, you’d better behave–keep your head down, stop pissing off

lips curled ever so slightly, the smile

that don’t belong to me? So this is all about

Stonebridge, worth billions. With your reputation and your current state, landing