The Returned Heiress Who Had It All (Cassia) novel Chapter 102

6 hours slipped by Cassia battled line after line, and she forgot the world outd

She had not felt such joy in a long time.

This “Draven” matched her move for move. He was the perfect rival.

Excitement rushed through her like a cold spark. She felt addicted to the challenge.

It felt like two people locked in a bold contest, each desperate to lift the other’s mask while guarding their own.

Whoever he was, he carried weight.

Wonder who can have that level of power.

He had the reach of a major corporation. He had access to systems only high positions could touch.

Cassia glanced at the clock. The hands pointed to nine thirty.

After hours had ended.

She flexed her fingers. Tonight’s duel was enough. She wanted the next round, Draven.

With a lighter heart, she grabbed her bag and walked home.

Once in her room, she opened her laptop and logged into her author page. She began typing

at once.

Her whole evening had gone into that hacking clash, so she had not written a single line earlier.

It did not bother her. Her mood soared, and inspiration poured in.

Her fingers danced over the keyboard. The speed turned her hands into pale streaks across the keys.

Anyone who saw her in that moment would have sworn she was not an ordinary girl.

A keyboard made her faster than her phone ever could. In a short burst, she produced fifty

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thousand words and uploaded everything.

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She wrote because she wanted to. She wrote for herself and for the readers waiting on the other side.

Across the city, a soft alert rose from Draven’s phone. It signaled an updated chapter. He had just closed his laptop. He lifted his phone right away.

Seven caught the quick movement and perked up. “You found something on C?”

“There’s a big update for the web novel.” Draven spoke with a slow, confident lift at the corner of his mouth.

The pressure from the earlier digital fight slipped from his posture like steam fading from glass.

Seven leaned in. “How much did the author drop?”

“Fifty thousand words.”

Seven let out a sharp breath. “That is wild. What pushed them today? Fifty thousand does not come from nowhere. They must have stored chapters.”

He almost suggested that another donation might squeeze out more words. Maybe the author had more stored chapters.

He swallowed it fast. The hacking crisis was still fresh. He would not risk a joke.

Then Draven’s next move made Seven’s jaw fall.

Draven started donating again.

“Draven donated 1,000,000 B–Coins to Fallen of the Massacre.”

“Draven donated 1,000,000 B–Coins to Fallen of the Massacre.”

“Draven donated 1,000,000 B–Coins to Fallen of the Massacre.”

Seven stiffened.

His voice wavered. “Mr. Grey, the hacking danger just settled. There might be…”

He meant to ask if Draven feared another invasion.

Draven kept tapping the screen like nothing could rattle him. “They did not track me because

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of the donations. They tracked me because I posted a comment.”

Seven stared at him.

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Draven raised his eyes, cool and sharp, then looked at his phone again. His tone stayed smooth. “You are suggesting that I would lose to C?”

“No, sir. Never…”

Seven shrank into his suit like he was trying to vanish. Inside, he whispered to himself. Just do whatever makes you happy, sir.

And the truth was simple. Draven had the ability to back every word.

Cassia scrolled through the donation alerts. A tiny shock warmed her chest. This Draven was not only a master with code. He also spent money like it was dirt.

Her phone lit up once more.

Another donation hit her screen.

“StoneColdWater donated 1,000,000 B–Coins to Fallen of the Massacre.”

The username pulled her attention at once.

StoneColdWater followed her book from the start. She even knew him offline.

“What is he doing now?” Cassia rubbed her forehead. She felt speechless.

That man always found new ways to waste time.

He could train a few more songs. That would help him far more.

StoneCold Water once held the number one position in her donation ranking.

He kept the lead until yesterday. Then Draven threw fifteen million in one shot and took the

crown.

StoneColdWater dropped straight to second place.

Draven and Stone Cold Water stayed fixed in her thoughts. Stone ColdWater carried a quiet air because he held a special identity. He never wrote a single comment under her chapters.

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Cassia wondered about all of this.

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Cassia believed this arrived at a strange moment. Cassia believed he feared nothing about getting exposed. Cassia believed he feared nothing about going viral across X.

Cassia stayed silent for a short breath. Cassia drifted through her thoughts. The donation alerts jumped to ninety–nine plus in a bright rush.

“StoneColdWater donated 1,000,000 B–Coins to Fallen of the Massacre.”

“Draven donated 1,000,000 B–Coins to Fallen of the Massacre.”

“Draven donated 1,000,000 B–Coins to Fallen of the Massacre.”

“StoneColdWater donated 1,000,000 B–Coins to Fallen of the Massacre.”

“Draven donated 1,000,000 B–Coins to Fallen of the Massacre.”

“Draven donated 1,000,000 B–Coins to Fallen of the Massacre.”

They kept trading blows. Stone ColdWater stayed only a touch slower.

Inside a private mansion in a quiet city, a bedroom stayed dim. The only light shimmered from the silver glow of a phone resting on the bed.

The man sent donations at his fastest pace. He still stayed a shade behind that “Draven.”

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