The Mafia Heiress’s Comeback: She’s More Than You Think – The Sole Successor Of The Underworld “Maren, haven’t you ever noticed how much honor Nadia has brought our family? And look at yourself–all you’ve done is drag us down.” “Remember, Nadia once risked herself for you. It’s time to return the favor.” “Save Nadia! Do whatever you wish with Maren.” “I also choose Nadia!” “Same here.” At the grim outskirts, in an abandoned factory, Maren Morgan’s wrists were bound tightly. She listened helplessly as her three brothers chose Nadia Morgan, her half-sister, over her. Her final hope rested in Wilbur Thorpe, the fiance she had cherished deeply for over ten years, the man she’d shared a childhood with. Wilbur stood nearby, impeccably dressed, his demeanor polished and aloof. Their gazes connected briefly, but Wilbur’s lips parted only to speak with brutal detachment. “My choice is Nadia. Touch her, and you’ll regret it. As for Maren–she’s meaningless to me.
Do whatever you like.” Wilbur’s ruthless disregard crushed Maren, slicing through her heart. She remembered clearly all she’d sacrificed to keep him alive, giving her blood repeatedly even when the doctors warned her she might not survive. Though she’d anticipated his rejection, hearing his cold words shattered something deep inside her. The pain was overwhelming–so much that she couldn’t even speak. All she could do was watch as Nadia burst into tears and threw herself into Wilbur’s arms. The same man who had been cold and distant towards her was now tenderly brushing Nadia’s tears away. Her brothers surrounded Nadia protectively, showering her with affection, utterly blind to her distress. No one cared about her.
They did not even cast her a brief glance. Instead, she faced leering kidnappers, their filthy bodies moving towards her with sinister anticipation. “Who’d have guessed the Morgan family would dump their legitimate daughter just to protect an illegitimate one? Looks like gutter rats like us hit the jackpot tonight.” “Patience, boys–everyone gets a turn.” Maren backed against the wall, trapped. Her throat burned from earlier cries, the taste of blood still fresh. As her family celebrated Nadia’s rescue, Maren felt the last thread of hope vanish. She finally gave up. Her mother’s face flashed through her mind, and with it came a surge of strength. She was done living this nightmare. In a sudden burst, Maren threw her head up and made a break for the wall. But before she could get far, the lead kidnapper caught on.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her back with brutal force, cutting her attempt short. Then, a fierce and stinging slap landed hard on Maren’s face. “Think again, bitch! We’re not finished with you yet.” The brutal impact sent Maren spiraling into unconsciousness. But not a single person seemed to care. Laughing crudely, the kidnappers reached forward eagerly, their filthy intentions clear. Hands roughly grabbed at her clothing. But right as the kidnappers moved to rip Maren’s clothes apart, she suddenly snapped her eyes open. Any trace of vulnerability vanished instantly, replaced by an intense warrior-like gaze. Reacting purely on instinct, Maren flipped herself upwards. She swung her bound wrists around the throat of the nearest assailant. Using her momentum, she twisted sharply and decisively.
A sickening snap filled the silence as the man collapsed lifelessly. Capitalizing on the brief shock, Maren swiftly executed a sweeping high kick, sending the remaining kidnappers sprawling. The immediate threat was now neutralized, but Maren’s brow remained deeply creased, confusion clouding her features. Something felt profoundly wrong. How had she effortlessly dispatched the kidnappers? Why did her movements feel second-nature, familiar yet forgotten? At that moment of uncertainty, buried memories surged forward, overwhelming her. From her earliest days to the traumatic moment of her kidnapping, followed by a descent into the dark world–a life drenched in bloodshed and chaos. She recalled it all. Six years ago, as the legitimate daughter of the affluent Morgan family in Baimsa, she had been abducted by enemies bearing old grudges. She had lost four years of memories during her underworld days, but now, she remembered everything. According to the vivid rumors, she had been sold to some red-light district.
But the truth was–Nikolas Edgeworth, the formidable leader of the Sovereign Underworld, had taken her in as a foster child. During those four years, Maren had undergone a profound transformation. From the sheltered Morgan girl, she had morphed into a formidable force of the underworld, eventually recognized as the sole successor of the Sovereign Underworld. Once merely one of Nikolas’ many foster children, she had outlived all other heirs in a brutal struggle for dominance. She had ascended as the uncontested ruler of the criminal world. During a secret operation two years ago, treachery by her own people had led her into a minefield. It was likely then that locals had found her alive and handed her over to the authorities. A DNA match later had reaffirmed her as the lost daughter of the Morgan family, leading to her return. Tragically, the ordeal of betrayal and the minefield had stripped away those memories.
Only now did the floodgates of her memory fling open. Lost in thought, Maren was startled by an angry male voice ahead. “Maren? You cursed woman, what in the world are you up to?” Chapter 2 A Slap Wilbur, along with Nadia and the three Morgan brothers, were utterly bewildered by the scene before them. Despite her wrists being securely tied, Maren had successfully overpowered a band of kidnappers linked to a terrorist group. Could this be real? Was it even conceivable? Historically, Maren had always been frail, struggling to carry even the lightest of weights. Her clumsiness had once driven their combat instructor to despair, labeling her as utterly incompetent. Considering her meager abilities, how was she capable of defeating a group of kidnappers skilled in actual combat? To them, the most plausible explanation was that Maren had orchestrated this entire scenario. Perhaps she had employed these so-called kidnappers to stage a dramatic rescue to capture Wilbur’s attention, mirroring her previous antics. Yet, her actions had carelessly endangered Nadia. This thought alone was enough to ignite a surge of irritation in Wilbur. Overcome with rage, he confronted Maren, his voice harsh and accusing. “So this was all an act! Maren, you arranged this kidnapping.
Here I was, thinking you had finally seen the error of your ways. I was ready to let you face a bit of hardship before I intervened, but you’re still playing the same old games. Do you like me that much? To the extent that you’d involve Nadia in your schemes, right in front of everyone?” Nadia nestled closer to Wilbur, her voice dripping with fabricated shock. “Maren, do you despise me so deeply? I never aimed to rival you. If my presence is too much, I’m willing to leave. I’ll even transfer all my research achievements to you if you feel I’m blocking your path.” Nadia’s feigned consideration deeply moved the Morgan brothers, causing a pang of sympathy among them. Their looks towards Maren were filled with unspoken threats. “To think we are burdened with a sister as cruel as you. How much better it would be if Nadia could truly be part of this family. Maren, you are nothing but a stain on the Morgan family’s honor.” These accusations rekindled the array of indignities Maren had endured for the last two years.
Just a day following her abduction by the family’s enemies, her father had hastened to introduce Nadia–the child he had concealed from them all. Upon her comeback, Nadia had proved her skills in many fields, overshadowing Maren, who had lost all recollection of her underworld years after the reunion with family, rendering her seemingly insignificant. The Morgan family didn’t hesitate to parade Nadia at every possible occasion, even catching the eye of Wilbur, Maren’s betrothed. That was already too much to bear. Yet, Nadia’s ambition didn’t stop there. She aimed to take over Maren’s rightful place as the acknowledged Morgan daughter and persistently plotted against her over two grueling years, deepening the scorn Wilbur and her brothers held against her.