Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)

Felicia could only laugh at the sheer absurdity of it all.

With such a heartfelt plea, full of tears and sincerity, it was touching.

She had been wondering what Kayla and Shawn were up to after their lengthy conversation on the beach. They couldn't possibly have been chatting idly. No, they must have devised what they thought was a foolproof plan to get rid of her for good. Over the past few days, Felicia had been extra cautious whenever she left the house, but no one seemed to be tailing her.

And then it clicked.

Kayla's constant displays of affection with Myra in front of Felicia weren't just for show. They were calculated. The idea was to push Felicia's emotional buttons, exploit her past longing for maternal love, and leave her vulnerable to Tabitha's tearful ambush. If Felicia had gone to that address, it would undoubtedly have been a trap, meticulously laid and waiting for her.

How pathetic.

Felicia allowed a hint of excitement to creep into her voice. "Really?"

"Of course! I would never lie to you!" Tabitha's voice was trembling with eagerness now, sensing her plan was working.

"Licia," she continued, "I've sent you the address. Come over now! We'll light the candles, cut the cake, and you can head back to the Fuller family's birthday party afterward. The timing's perfect, don't you think?" Felicia smiled faintly. "That sounds great."

"Wonderful! Hurry, my dear. I can't wait to see you!"

The moment Felicia hung up, her expression turned icy. Any trace of sentiment was replaced with cold mockery.

These people still thought they were clever, she mused.

Without hesitation, she dialed Lance.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

She rattled off the address Tabitha had sent her, her tone indifferent. "Keep them alive. I need their statements when Kayla's crimes come to light."

Lance's laughter was practically audible through the phone. "Got it, Ms. Fuller. Don't worry, I've handled plenty of jobs like this."

...

Tabitha ended the call in a shabby rental house on the outskirts of town with a self-satisfied smirk.

"I told you! That girl's still under my thumb!" she gloated, turning to Shawn. "See? No need to worry."

Shawn's face twisted into a sinister grin. "Good. Once that little brat shows up, we'll take her out. Then, we can get back to living the good life!"

Howell, however, remained uneasy. "Are you sure your sister Kayla will give you the money? You're not lying to us, are you?"

"Relax, Dad. She's my blood sister, your real daughter. Once she inherits the Fuller family fortune, who else is she going to spoil but us?" Howell still looked skeptical, but Shawn waved off his concerns.

"Even if she tries to back out later, I've got dirt on her. She wouldn't dare turn her back on us."

"That's true." Howell nodded, his gaze flicking to his son's mangled right hand. His hatred for Felicia

burned even brighter. "That

ungrateful wretch! We fed here

clothed her, and she has the

audacity to harm my son!"

"Exactly! When that brat shows up, I'm going to tear her apart!" Tabitha spat venomously. The three exchanged a glance and sprang into action to prepare for Felicia's arrival.

The small birthday cake on the table was laced with sedatives. The water in the kettle was drugged as well. Beneath the table lay a knife, and behind the sofa, a length of rope.

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The plan was simple-Felicia would arrive, eat the drugged cake, drink the water, and pass out. Then, Howell and Shawn would tie her up and finish the job.

Shawn, having already committed murder the night before, felt emboldened, practically invincible.

Soon, there was a knock at the door.

"She's here Tabitha's eyes lit up as she whispered for the men to hide. She smoothed her face into an

expression of motherly affecel!

and

opened the door, beaming.

"Oh, my dear, you finally-"

Her words died in her throat.

Standing in the doorway was not Felicia but a tall, broad-shouldered man with a chilling grin.

Tabitha screamed and tried to slam the door shut.