The Revenge of the Last Heiress

Chapter 1: The Past

Warning: This story is a blend of fiction and reality. Some scenes are based on my personal experiences, while others are inspired by movies, books I've read, or purely from my imagination. The names, characters, and events may be fictional or altered for storytelling purposes. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is either coincidental or intentionally fictionalized.

Reader discretion is advised as the narrative may include emotional and psychological themes drawn from various sources.

Early 2000

When I was five, my dad was drunk and holding a glass bottle. I stood in front of my mom, her hands resting on my shoulders, as we were at the front gate. In an angry tone, she asked him, "Are you drunk? You're always home drunk!" He didn't seem to care and threw the bottle. It shattered against the wall. Without a second thought, my mom shielded me with her arms.

From that day on, I never spoke to him again. Whenever he tried to apologize, all I could say was, "You're bad papa." I still remember the hurt in his eyes, now teary from my words. He deserved it.

Fast forward to 2024—years have passed since those days in the 2000s. I'm 28 now, and the memories remain.

"Get ready, everyone!" the secretary shouted. "Ms. Kwong is about to arrive!"

As Ling Ling walked in, the sound of her heels echoed through the room. Everyone bowed in respect. Ling Ling, despite her commanding presence, harbors a deep-seated fear—claustrophobia. It traces back to when she was ten years old.

Back at 2005

Stuck in an elevator with a woman named Koy Naruemon, young Ling Ling was terrified. Her mother had asked her to wait outside the elevator, but Ling Ling, believing her mother would return at any moment, she had entered the elevator with the beautiful woman. Suddenly, the lights went out, and Ling Ling cried as the woman reached out to comfort her.

When the firefighters arrived to rescue them, the rope holding the elevator was fraying and about to snap. The woman turned to Ling Ling and asked, "Can you make me a promise? I have a daughter named Orm. Please, when she turns 18, promise me you'll marry her and protect her from any harm."

Ling Ling hesitated, "But you don't even know me, Miss."

The woman replied, "I know your family. And I know you're the best fit for my daughter. promise me."

"I—I promise," young Ling Ling stammered.

Just then, the firefighters managed to open the elevator door, but the rope broke. Ling Ling's eyes widened as she realized the woman had foreseen the danger. The promise, given in a moment of panic, was now etched in her memory. How did the woman know what would happen? And why had she chosen to entrust her daughter's fate to a frightened child?

Back at 2024

As Ling Ling wrapped up a meeting discussing the company's declining sales and the urgent need for restructuring, her mind was elsewhere. The firm faced challenges: shrinking profit margins, increasing competition, and mounting operational costs. Despite these issues, Ling Ling maintained her usual composure and leadership.

After the meeting, she slipped behind the wheel of her Ferrari Portofino, the roof open to the warm breeze. As she drove to her therapist's office, her thoughts were consumed by another vivid dream of the woman from her childhood. The recurring dream left her restless and frustrated.

Arriving at her therapist's office, she recounted her troubled dream. The doctor, concerned, asked, "Have you found the daughter of the woman you promised to protect?"