Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!-Chapter 602: The Master Manipulator (Extra Story)

Hearing the sound of the vase shattering, Peyton jumped in fright. She thought a burglar had broken in and quickly ended her call. Grabbing a broom from the side, she cautiously walked out.

"Peyton, you’ve really opened my eyes. You’re such a two-faced, manipulative, and venomous woman—I can’t believe I was fooled by you this whole time!"

Alexander stood at the doorway, fists clenched, glaring at her coldly.

Peyton’s face went pale in an instant. He had heard everything!

She dropped the broom and rushed toward Alexander, trying to grab his hand, but he shoved her away with force. She stumbled and fell to the floor in a pathetic heap.

Terror and desperation filled Peyton’s eyes. "Alexander, I was just joking on the phone! Don’t take it seriously... I was just messing around, none of it is true! Alexander... you have to believe me!"

But Alexander’s gaze was filled with nothing but cold mockery. "Do you think I’m a child? You’ve lied to me long enough. Get out of my sight. I’m done with you—I don’t want to know you anymore! Oh, and give me your bank account number. I’ll return every cent you ever gave my family."

At this point, Alexander had made up his mind. There was no going back.

Peyton bit her lip hard. Some of the things she had told Savannah over the phone were true, some weren’t.

For years, she had financially supported Alexander—not just because she had the extra money, but because she wanted him to know one day and fall for her instead. But at the same time, she had truly loved him. She had loved him for seven years, never once wavering for another man.

To Peyton, Alexander was the perfect future husband—responsible, faithful, and not someone who would cheat.

She didn’t want to date anyone in the entertainment industry, where affairs were rampant. Alexander, on the other hand, was a handsome IT guy who had very few opportunities to meet other women.

Now that he had overheard her conversation, she was terrified.

Desperately, she crawled over and threw away all her dignity, wrapping her arms tightly around Alexander’s leg. "Alexander, I was just speaking out of anger... Back then, I was so upset when you rejected me and chose Aurora instead! But what matters most is—I truly love you! If all I wanted was revenge, would I still be here begging you like this? Alexander, please don’t leave me! I swear I won’t scheme anymore..."

Alexander yanked his leg free, stepping back several paces. His rage burned so hot that he wanted to tear off her mask completely, but he held himself back.

He was a man.

And the only woman he had ever hit was Aurora. The guilt and regret of that still tormented him—because she was the only one he had ever truly loved.

But Peyton?

She wasn’t even worth that.

"Forgive you? Stay with you? Peyton, are you joking? If I stay with a woman as scheming as you, I wouldn’t even know how I’d die one day!"

Alexander’s breathing was heavy with anger, his fists trembling with restraint.

Peyton started wailing, her makeup smudging into a horrifying mess of black and pink streaks. Alexander grimaced and backed away, turning on his heel and leaving without another word.

"No—Alexander, don’t leave me! Don’t!"

Peyton’s screams pierced the air, filled with anguish and desperation.

But Alexander didn’t stop. The sound of his footsteps grew fainter and fainter, until he was gone.

Peyton trembled as she collapsed to her knees, tears falling uncontrollably.

"Aurora... you bitch, this is all your fault!"

She slammed the door shut and buried her face in a pillow, sobbing uncontrollably.

And then, suddenly, a thought struck her—Mrs. Lewis!

Mrs. Lewis and Kennedy both adored her. If she wanted to salvage her relationship with Alexander, Mrs. Lewis was the only one who could help her. Without hesitation, Peyton grabbed her phone and dialed her number.

"Sob... Auntie, it’s... it’s me, Peyton..."

Hearing Peyton’s tearful voice, Mrs. Lewis panicked. "Peyton, dear, what happened?"

Between sobs, Peyton choked out, "Auntie, I just had a fight with Alexander... I said some things I shouldn’t have. It’s my fault, I admit it. But I really, truly love him! Auntie, can you help me? I don’t want to break up with him, I really don’t..."

Mrs. Lewis was furious. "Don’t you worry, dear. I’ll call that ungrateful brat right now. He has such a wonderful girl by his side, and yet he doesn’t cherish you? Is he still thinking about that vixen?"

"I... I don’t know... Alexander was so angry. I admit, I was jealous of Aurora, and I made some mistakes. Auntie, it’s my fault... sob..."

Mrs. Lewis kept comforting her over the phone, promising to make Alexander return to her. She even said she would send Kennedy over to keep her company. Only then did Peyton finally stop crying.

Sure enough, Kennedy arrived just over ten minutes later.

Meanwhile, Alexander, who had been drinking at a bar, received a call from Mrs. Lewis.

"Alexander, come home. I’m feeling really unwell."

Her voice was heavy with sadness.

Alexander had always been a filial son. The moment he heard that, he didn’t even think twice about finishing his drink—he left immediately to see his mother.

Mrs. Lewis’s expression darkened the moment her son walked through the door. She crossed her arms and demanded coldly, "Alexander, what is going on? Why did you break up with Peyton?"

Alexander immediately realized his mother had tricked him into coming home. He let out a sharp scoff, his frustration growing, and his impression of Peyton sank even lower. "Mom, what is this about? Why are you lying to me for someone else? I had my reasons for breaking up with Peyton."

Mrs. Lewis slammed the table. "Oh, so now you think you’re in the right? Peyton has been nothing but good to us, and yet you’re throwing her away? Are you still hung up on that little vixen!?"

After all, Peyton wasn’t as stunning as Aurora. And now that Aurora was a celebrity, Mrs. Lewis understood all too well—the things a man couldn’t have were always the ones he wanted most. freewebnøvel.com

"Mom! This has nothing to do with Aurora! Peyton is manipulative—she schemed against others and even told people she never actually liked me. She just wanted to crush Aurora under her feet. She’s a terrible person!"

Alexander raised his voice, frustrated that his mother refused to understand him.

"And you still dare to say this isn’t about that little vixen? It’s obvious you’re doing this for her!" Mrs. Lewis snapped. "Peyton already told me everything—she truly loves you! Yes, she made mistakes and said the wrong things, but as a man, you should forgive her!"

Mrs. Lewis was livid. In her mind, Peyton was already her future daughter-in-law. No other woman was good enough for Alexander!

"Stay out of this!" Alexander shot back coldly, his patience running thin. He turned on his heel and stormed toward the door.

"If you break up with her, I’ll kill myself right here!"

His mother’s piercing scream froze him in place. Alexander spun around in shock—only to see Mrs. Lewis gripping a fruit knife, pressing it against her neck.

His breathing grew heavy, his heart sinking into despair.

He knew his mother well. When she set her mind to something, she meant it.

Mrs. Lewis felt a surge of satisfaction—her son was hesitating.

Sure enough, Alexander clenched his fists and, after a long pause, begrudgingly returned to his apartment to apologize to Peyton. Mrs. Lewis’s threat had worked perfectly.

But that night, after Peyton had fallen asleep, Alexander slipped out of the guest room.

He reached for his phone.

And secretly dialed Aurora’s number.