Rebirth: She Cuts Ties and Takes Revenge (Noelle Kain) novel Chapter 298

Chapter 298 Greedy Girl

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Alina slammed the brakes. The car jerked and skidded across the pavement with a sharp screech, stopping right at the intersection. Viola shot forward in her seat and almost slammed her forehead into the windshield.

“Are you out of your mind?!” Alina turned to her, eyes sharp as razors. Her voice trembled from the weight of the rage boiling under her skin. “Do you think the Guzman Group’s shares are some party favor? Five percent? Do you even understand what you’re asking for? Charlotte, I’m warning you. Don’t push me.”

Viola flinched. Her entire body tensed at the sudden stop and Alina’s cutting glare. But she snapped right back, her face flushing with indignation. “Why are you yelling?! Alina, who do you think you’re talking to? Don’t forget what I’ve got on you. You don’t get to decide whether I deserve those shares or not. That’s up to me!”

She leaned in. Her eyes sparkled with sick delight and hunger. “I’m getting those shares. It’s happening. And as for the homecoming party–I’ve already spoken to Mom and Dad. They agree it should’ve been done a long time ago. It’s next weekend, at the Guzman estate. I’m making my official debut in front of every power player in the city. I’m announcing myself as the second daughter of the Guzman family. You stopped me once. But this time? You don’t get a vote.”

Alina’s breathing turned shallow. Her chest rose and fell fast. A throbbing pulse built behind her temples. Nausea twisted her

stomach.

She looked at the woman across from her–greedy, reckless, vicious. The woman who held her darkest secrets like weapons. The woman who was clawing at the Guzman legacy. The woman who would ruin everything. And she couldn’t stop her.

“Fine.” The word dragged from her throat after a long, brittle silence. It sounded like it hurt to say. “But the shares? Not happening, Do whatever else you want.”

She turned the key. The car engine sputtered back to life. She looked like she was forcing her body to keep moving.

Viola lit up the moment Alina caved. She didn’t mention the shares again. She could wait.

She smiled to herself and pulled out her compact to check her lipstick.

The car slowed to a stop in front of a high–end steakhouse soon after.

“I’m here.”

Viola grabbed her brand–new designer bag, pushed the door open, and tossed out her parting line without so much as glancing back. “Go grab food on your own or head back to the office. And make sure you pick me up tonight. I’ve got a spa appointment with the girls.”

She stepped out of the car in towering heels, her hips swaying with satisfaction, and walked into the restaurant like she owned the place.

Alina stayed frozen in the driver’s seat. Her shoulders slumped. Her eyes shut. The air around her grew heavy and tight, like it was pressing down on her chest.

A few moments later, every major social platform and the Guzman Group’s official website dropped a breaking announcement.

The post declared that the Guzmans had finally found their long–lost daughter. Out of overwhelming love and guilt, they were hosting a grand welcome–home celebration at the Guzman estate this weekend.

The city exploded.

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Rumors had circled for weeks, but no one expected the Guzmans to make such a spectacle–loud, polished, public.

Everyone was talking. Most were thrilled, while the rest were desperate to know what the new daughter looked like.

[Oh my God, she’s literally living the dream life I’ve fantasized about for years!]

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[When I was little, I used to daydream about being some missing heiress who’d get whisked away to a castle. I didn’t think anyone could actually pull it off! But she did!]

[The Guzmans are at the top of the food chain. Most private family in the city. And now they’re throwing this glitzy event? You know they’re obsessed with this girl.]

[I have to know who she is. I need her name! I need her number!]

[Wait, I know her! I heard she’s super impressive. She goes to Kingstowne University! Her handle is Charchar–that’s her!]

Everyone who saw the comment clicked it.

It opened straight to her Twitter page.

And the moment they landed, they froze.

No selfies. Just perfectly lit coffee shots with glimpses of a luxury estate in the background. Designer bags resting on marble countertops. One campus photo with a faint Kingstowne crest peeking out.

The only photo of her? A soft–focus shot from behind. She was sitting alone in a garden, reading. Her long hair tumbled down her back like silk. The whole thing oozed quiet elegance and wealth.

The caption read, “My parents are throwing me a homecoming party. I’m a little excited.”

The internet lost its mind.

Comment after comment poured in. People were calling her “princess” and “heiress” like she was straight out of a fairy tale.

There was something magnetic about girls like her. The kind of girl everyone wanted to be.

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