The Revenge Of Reyna Collins

“Get rid of it,” Nicholas said in a drunken tone. Reyna stood frozen, her heart pounding in her chest, as Nicholas’s words hung in the air like a heavy, toxic cloud. The scent of alcohol on his breath added an extra layer of bitterness to the atmosphere. She had never seen him like this, and a cold shiver ran down her spine.“Get rid of it,” he repeated, his voice slurring with the effects of the alcohol. Reyna’s mind raced, trying to process the cruelty in his words. She thought about their shared dreams and the promises they had made to each other when they exchanged vows. Now, everything seemed to crumble around her.“No,” she finally said, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions within her. “I won’t. This is our child, Nicholas. How can you even suggest such a thing?”Nicholas’s eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint surfacing as he took a step closer. “Our child? This…this was not part of the plan, Reyna. I can’t have a child right now. It will ruin everything I’ve worked for.”

Six years had passed since Reyna fled from Nicholas in the dead of night. Those first few years of hiding and rebuilding her life had been the hardest, but now she felt strong and independent. Her vineyard and winery in the countryside were thriving, with distribution deals in few cities. Most importantly, she had her daughter Mia, now aged 6, who brought her endless joy. Reyna had poured all her energy into her business and raising Mia, determined to prove to herself and Nicholas that she didn’t need him. Reyna was ready to take her business to the next level by expanding into the city that held her worst memories—the same place where Nicholas wielded the most influence. “Are you sure about this, Aunt Mildred?” Reyna asked as they drove into the city, Mia babbling happily in the backseat. “What if we run into him?” Her aunt patted her arm reassuringly. "Now, it’s been 6 years. That sneaky snake’s claws have surely loosened by now. You have every right to do business here, so chin

Reyna hesitated, resentment warring with longing for parental approval, which she still unconsciously craved. At last, she managed a tentative greeting. “Mother, Father, it’s been a while. You both look well.” An awkward beat passed. Elisa arched one perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “Come now, Reyna; let’s not play pretend. We all know exactly why we haven’t spoken in years. You selfishly put your…love life ahead of this family’s good name and status.” Carlos clenched his fists at his wife’s side. Reyna blanched, feeling again like a naive teenager unable to meet their exacting standards. Some wounds never heal, no matter how much time passes. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. What could she possibly say after all this time? Elisa gave a thin smile of satisfaction at having rendered her speechless once more. Elisa gave a thin smile of satisfaction at having rendered her speechless once more. “Such a pity to witness the ruins of potential,” she lamented dramatically. “Why, jus

Olivia gazed out the window of the lavish mansion she shared with her husband Nicholas, a perfectly manicured brow furrowed in thought. Ever since his failed attempts to get Reyna and that brat Mia under his control, Nicholas has fallen into a sullen mood that has ruined all her careful plans. No matter what, she was never one to be deterred by small setbacks. Where Nicholas failed, Olivia would succeed through her cunning wiles. After all, she hadn’t clawed her way from humble beginnings by being meek. It was time to remind dear Nicholas, whose ambition drove their empire and whose charms kept him beholden. Smoothing an immaculate skirt, Olivia entered the study where Nicholas nursed a scotch, glaring moodily into the crackling fireplace. “Still sulking over that shrew, darling?” she remarked sweetly, perching on the arm of his chair and running delicate fingers through his hair. “Forget her; she’s beneath us now.” Nicholas grunted, not pulling away but making no sign of what he he

The blare of Reyna’s alarm jolted her awake, her heart already racing with nerves. Today I decided everything. She rushed through her morning routine, gulping coffee to clear the fatigue fogging her brain. A glimpse of the clock sent her hurrying to rouse Mia. “Rise and shine, sleepyhead! Aunt Mildred will be here soon to get you to school.” Mia yawned hugely, blinking up at Reyna with bleary eyes. “Is the mean lady coming today?” Reyna smiled softly, tugging a brush through her daughter’s tangled bedhead. “Yes, but don’t you worry. I’ve got this.” I hope. By the time Aunt Mildred arrived, Reyna had Mia dressed and fed, though the girl still clung to her mother anxiously. “You’ll do amazing, Mommy,” she declared, throwing her skinny arms fiercely around Reyna’s neck. “I just know it!” Reyna swallowed the lump in her throat, hugging Mia tight. “Thanks, baby girl. Now go learn lots at school!” After farewell hugs, she watched Aunt Mildred buckle a waving Mia into her sedan and s