THE VENGEFUL HEIR

Yona's Scheme

Mia chuckled bitterly, her voice tinged with frustration.

“Of course,” she muttered under her breath. “It had to be her.” 

She said, recognizing the voice.

It was her sister, Yona.

Suddenly, everything clicked into place.

Yona must have been the one behind all this.

The only way Yona could have found her so quickly was if she orchestrated it.

Mia clenched her fists as the realization dawned.

Yona had always been jealous.

Ever since their grandfather named Mia the heir to the family’s fortune, Yona had been seething with resentment.

This must have been her twisted plan to ruin Mia’s reputation and force their grandfather to change his mind.

Despite the anger boiling inside her, Mia stayed composed.

Panic wouldn’t solve anything.

She had to think, to find a way out of this mess.

Her gaze shifted to Liam, who was watching her silently.

An idea formed in her mind, and she turned to him with narrowed eyes.

“Listen carefully,” she said sharply.

“That’s my sister at the door, and she’s probably brought some of my family with her.”

Her voice was icy, her words quick.

“No one can know we had a one night stand. This never happened. Got it?”

Liam raised an eyebrow but didn’t interrupt.

Mia’s tone grew colder as she added, “If they find out I slept with a random guy, it’ll ruin everything. And trust me, they’ll make sure you disappear.”

She leaned closer, her gaze piercing.

“So here’s what we’re going to do. When I open that door, you’re going to act like you’re my boyfriend.” Mia ordered.

Liam’s puzzled expression deepened, but he stayed silent.

“Don’t say anything unless someone asks you directly.”

Her voice was commanding, leaving no room for argument.

“Got it?” she repeated, her eyes daring him to disagree.

Mia continued without waiting for an answer.

“My name is Mia Stevens.I’m twenty-two, COO of my family’s company."

Liam’s casual demeanor shifted at the mention of her name.

For the first time, his expression grew serious.

“Huh...interesting.” he muttered, almost to himself.

“What?” Mia snapped, slipping into her clothes with quick, angry movements.

“My fiancée’s name is Mia Stevens too...” Liam said softly, his tone thoughtful.

Mia scoffed, assuming he was humoring her plan.

“Good,” she said briskly. “Then I’ll pretend to be your fiancée, that would be better.”

She stepped closer, fixing him with an intense stare.

“This situation is already bad enough,” she said firmly, “But if you cooperate, nothing will go wrong.”

Her voice softened slightly as she added, “And I’ll pay you for your help.”

Liam froze, confusion flashing across his face.

“What makes you think I’m lying?” he asked, his voice steady.

“I just got to the city, and I’m here to meet my fiancée.”

Mia gave him a skeptical look, rolling her eyes.

“Sure, you are,” she said flatly.

“Who are you trying to fool?”

Her gaze swept over him, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

“No self-respecting woman would marry a poor man like you.”

Liam’s eyes widened. Poor? This was the first time he was called poor. As the heir of the Moran family, he controled over thousand billion dollars of wealth.

Her words hit a nerve. Still, her assumptions were far from the truth.

“I’m not who you think I am,” Liam said, his voice serious.

He straightened, his tone growing more formal.

“My name is Liam Moran. My family controls trillions in assets. I—”

“Stop.” Mia cut him off, throwing his clothes at him. “Get dressed.”

Her voice was tiring, her expression one of disbelief.

“And tone down the ridiculous lies. If you overplay it, my family will see through everything.”

Liam opened his mouth to argue but was cut off by a commanding voice from the other side of the door.

“Enough!” a man shouted. “Break it down!”

The door burst open, crashing to the floor.

Liam jumped to his feet, pulling his shirt on hastily.

An older man stormed in, his eyes blazing with fury.

Behind him stood Yona, her expression cold and triumphant.

“There you are,” Yona said icily, her tone laced with venom.

Her gaze locked on Mia, her lips curling into a sinister smile.