Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

"You've got to straighten up from now on. Head on home, your family's waiting outside for you," the prison guard said politely as Miranda Hawk stepped out of the gate.

She lifted her head, squinting against the blinding sunshine, a stark reminder of the freedom she'd yearned for.

Not too far ahead, a sleek Porsche pulled up. Out stepped a young man, exuding an air of affluence. "Miranda."

Miranda turned her gaze towards the smartly dressed, handsome young man in front of her.

"Mom and Dad sent me to bring you home," he continued, his tone as formal as a business transaction, with just a hint of regret. "You've been through a lot these past two years. We want to make it up to you." He had expected her to look disheveled, worn out by prison life. To his surprise, Miranda appeared fresh- faced, with a healthy glow, even more stunning than she had looked two years ago.

His insincerity made Miranda feel sick. "You all conspired to make me take the fall for Arabella's crime and sent me to jail. And now you talk about compensation? Is it you guys who have no shame or is it me?" Alistair Hawke's face hardened, a flicker of disdain in his eyes. "You think I wanted to be here? It's only because Mom and Dad insisted. With the stain on your record, you should be grateful we're letting you come back home. Don't be such an ingrate. Bella's waiting with a cake for you. Don't let her down!" Miranda sneered, "My record wouldn't be tarnished if it weren't for all of you. Especially you, my dear brother, Hawke the lawyer."

Alistair had been instrumental in getting her to take the blame for Arabella. Of course, he wasn't the only one - her other three biological brothers and her parents played their parts too.

Alistair's expression shifted slightly. "In that situation, we had no other choice. I had to protect Bella." Miranda scoffed, "You're all a bunch of freaking lunatics."

With that, she strode forward.

Alistair scowled. "You seem to forget you've been to prison. Without the Hawke family, you're nothing! Worth less than a beggar on the street!"

Just then, a Maybach pulled up beside Miranda. A man stepped out swiftly, walking over to her with a respectful bow. "Are you Ms. Miranda Hawke?"

Miranda nodded. "That's me."

The man bowed even lower. "Apologies for being late, Ms. Hawke. Please, get in the car."

Alistair's expression turned to one of shock as he watched the scene unfold. He recognized the car model - there were fewer than five in the entire country.

Miranda replied with "okay"; she paused before getting in, turning to look at Alistair's dumbfounded face. "Oh, and another reason I'm not going back to the Hawke family - I don't like hanging around with beasts.

With that, she climbed into the car in a graceful manner.

The driver gave Alistair a fleeting glance before moving to the driver's seat.

As the Maybach drove away, Alistair's eyes darkened with suspicion. Who else, other than the Hawke family, would come to pick her up? And what was with her attitude, cursing people freewheelingly? Had she lost her sanity back in jail?

"Ms. Hawke, President Lancaster was thrilled to hear of your release. She wanted to come herself, but Mrs. Anna Lancaster fell ill, and she had to return to the family estate. She sent me in her place."

Miranda nodded softly, her mind flicking through the tangled web of family ties and social connections. Yes, she was no longer the original Miranda.

The real Miranda had died in prison, overwhelmed by depression and the bullying she endured within those walls.

And she was merely a wandering soul, finding her way into Miranda's body by sheer chance.