I Transmigrated as the Mafia Heiress in a Redemption Novel

I transmigrated into a redemption novel as the mafia heiress. The male lead was the adopted son I had bullied in every possible way. The illegitimate daughter—the original female lead—stood before me, aggressive and self-righteous: "You bitch, I won't let you hurt him again!" But in the very next second, she was violently grabbed by the throat by the usually silent, brooding male lead. My eyes curved into a smile, though my expression remained perfectly innocent. "Don't provoke me. When he goes crazy, he might actually kill you." 01 The timing of my transmigration into this book was impeccable. The male lead had just been assigned by my father to be "my" bodyguard. Though he agreed in silence, having read the whole book, I knew he was far from submissive. He believed only in the strong. And he despised "me," a fragile, spoiled mob princess. Moreover, "my" original personality was arrogant and cruel. I took pleasure in tormenting him, making him loathe "me" to the core. But out of a sense of duty to repay his debt to my family, he swallowed all the bitterness, his personality growing increasingly dark and withdrawn. And that was exactly what gave the illegitimate daughter, the female lead, the chance to "redeem" him. Earning his absolute, undivided loyalty in return. But now that I was here, I naturally wouldn't let her succeed. I went straight to my father and proposed a sparring match between the male lead and me. Whoever landed the first solid hit won, and the winner would be the boss. In the sparring ring, I stared blankly at the handsome boy across from me, speaking loudly: "Show me everything you've got. I won't hold back." The boy narrowed his eyes slightly and silently dropped into an offensive stance. "Begin!" At the command, the match started. At first, his attitude was dismissive, but as my attacks grew relentless, he had to take it seriously. Eventually, I found an opening and landed a solid punch squarely on his left cheek. He let out a muffled groan, stumbling back a few steps and crashing into the ropes. He stared at me in shock. "You—" I raised an eyebrow, my tone freezing cold: "Declan, you lose." 02 From then on, I became Declan's undisputed boss. He challenged me frequently after that, even encouraging other guys in the syndicate to spar with me, but they all ended in failure. After all, in my past life, I was a top-tier martial artist. This result wasn't a surprise to me. But when Declan got accidentally injured during one of our bouts, he couldn't help but ask: "Why do you push yourself so hard every time...?" I glanced at him, my expression dead serious. "I know you've always looked down on me. Actually, it's not just you. A lot of people think I'm just a spoiled heiress who only knows how to spend money. I went all out today not just for you, but to prove to everyone that my father's daughter is not useless." His expression shifted, a flash of guilt crossing his face. After a moment of silence, he spoke with genuine sincerity: "I'm sorry. I misjudged you before." I waved it off. "I don't need your apology. I need your loyalty." Declan froze. I locked eyes with him, enunciating every word: "Declan, I want you to swear that you will never betray me." The moment the words left my mouth, Declan didn't hesitate. He dropped to one knee at my feet, his expression devout: "I, Declan, swear that in this life, I will never betray my Lady, Harper Vance." Looking at him, the smile on my lips deepened. Declan was a man of his word. Once he made a promise, he would never go back on it. How many steps does it take to conquer a man? First, become a tiger, then become a cat. I subdued him with force first, then moved him with my attitude. Father this, father that—I didn't care about any of that. I was just really curious. Now that I had taken the upper hand, what was the female lead going to do? 03 In the blink of an eye, five years passed. I was a junior in college today, but I had already taken over parts of my father's legitimate businesses and moved into an apartment closer to campus. But today, I received a sudden phone call from my father summoning me back home. Sitting in the car heading back to the estate, I curled the corner of my mouth: "Declan, I think something interesting is going to happen today." Declan's deep eyes landed on my face, his voice low: "I will keep you safe, Miss." I raised an eyebrow, a smile as sweet as honey on my face. Male lead, your female lead is about to make her entrance today. I wanted to see if the plot could still force its way back on track. If it couldn't, I'd just have to kill you. After all, even though my identity was technically stolen, I had worked hard for my achievements these past years. I wasn't about to hand them over to anyone. Walking into the mansion, I immediately spotted the girl sitting next to my father. She was wearing a pink dress, her eyes watery, clinging to my father's arm looking timid and helpless. My father held her hand gently, but the look he gave me carried a warning. He said coldly, "Harper, this is your sister, Mia. From now on, she is the second daughter of this house. You need to take good care of her." Mia. Like a delicate jewel. It seemed my father truly doted on her. I smiled faintly, walked right up to Mia, raised my hand, and slapped her hard across the face. Everyone in the room paled. My father immediately shielded Mia, roaring in fury, "Harper Vance, what the hell do you think you're doing?!" Mia covered her face, tears sliding down her cheeks like a tragic heroine, making anyone want to pity her. It truly was pathetic. If I hadn't known the wild ambition hidden inside this woman, I might have been fooled too. I raised my eyes, staring back at my father fearlessly, my voice cold: "Father, it's one thing to hide a bastard child away, but bringing her into our home? Are you trying to humiliate me?" My father was enraged, slamming his hand on the table. "Harper, are you trying to start a war?! How dare you speak to me like that!" Declan instantly stepped in front of me. Seeing this, my father's face turned completely livid. I smiled and waved my hand, and only then did Declan carefully step back behind me. I continued, "Besides, if you brought the kid back, how could you just leave the mother out on the streets?" As I spoke, I slowly approached Uncle Arthur, a founding member of the syndicate and my father's right-hand man. I tossed a stack of photos right into a woman's face nearby and flashed a brilliant smile. "Aunt Evelyn, you've been having an affair with my father for all these years, and the kid is already this old. Tell me, did Uncle Arthur know about this?" 04 The photos scattered across the floor, showing a man and a woman in various intimate positions, leaving everyone dumbfounded. Aunt Evelyn's face went deathly pale. She stumbled backward, lost her footing, and fell to the floor. In the very next second, Uncle Arthur grabbed her by the hair and slapped her three times across the face. Her face immediately swelled up, but she was still trying to defend herself: "These are fake! It's not real!" But seeing her get hit, Mia panicked and instinctively screamed, "Mom!" The final nail in the coffin. I burst out laughing, reckless and loud. "Oh my, your daughter just admitted it." Seeing that the situation was unsalvageable, my father tried to step in to stop the chaos. But Uncle Arthur, consumed by rage, started brawling with my father. The entire grand hall descended into absolute chaos. I watched the scene coldly, but a smile touched my lips. "Declan, it's time for us to go." Declan nodded. But just as we reached the door, we were blocked. Mia glared at me, her eyes practically shooting fire. "You crazy bitch, you orchestrated all of this!" Then, she looked at Declan, her eyes shining, a slight blush on her cheeks. "Declan, she's a terrible woman! I'm here to save you!" But the moment the words left her mouth, Declan grabbed her by the throat and lifted her into the air. She looked shocked, her face draining of color. She stared wide-eyed in terror, completely unable to comprehend what was happening. I looked straight into her eyes, my smile innocent and naive, but my gaze as cold as an ice pick: "Be a good girl and don't provoke me. When he goes crazy, he might actually kill you." I never thought Mia would be stupid enough to try and turn him against me right to my face. Did she really think Declan would just leave with her? Besides, I hadn't abused Declan once in all these years. What was there to "save" him from? Unless she was still operating on the plot of the original timeline. At that thought, a glint of malice flashed in my eyes. This game just got a lot more interesting. 05 In the end, the incident was swept under the rug. I don't know what my father promised Uncle Arthur, but Arthur actually swallowed the humiliation of being cuckolded. My father even threw a lavish banquet to officially announce Mia's identity. As for Evelyn, my father obviously wasn't stupid enough to marry her. He might have liked her, but he loved his reputation more. He wouldn't let everyone know he was the kind of scum who slept with his subordinate's wife for years. Furthermore, since Uncle Arthur forgave my father out of self-interest, he could only take all his anger out on Evelyn. Declan handed me a few photos, speaking softly: "The Boss sent her abroad." In the photos, Evelyn was tearfully saying goodbye to my father. She was bundled up heavily, but you could still see horrifying bruises on her skin. She even needed someone to support her just to walk. "Looks like Uncle Arthur didn't hold back." I gently swirled the red wine in my glass, saying nonchalantly, "Those in power tolerate things for profit. Those at the bottom act without consequence." Tsk, the inherent flaws of men. I took a sip of wine and asked, "Her daughter is now an official Vance, which makes her a legitimate heir. She plotted for years for this exact outcome. Why would she leave so easily? What did my father promise her?" Declan pulled out a tissue and gently wiped a drop of wine from the corner of my mouth before replying, "The Boss promised her he'd bring her back in a few years. But privately, he gave orders that she is never allowed to return." After making sure I was clean, he didn't throw the tissue away; instead, he slipped it into his pocket. I looked up at him, but he met my gaze with total composure, looking as innocent as if he hadn't done anything weird at all. Of course, it would have been more convincing if the tips of his ears weren't burning red. I smiled faintly. Just then, a soft voice came from behind. "Sister, Declan, what are you two talking about? You look so happy." I turned to see my father and Mia, dressed in an elaborate evening gown. Her eyes landed on Declan, a blush of awe spreading across her cheeks. Having someone covet what was mine displeased me, but outwardly I smiled and said, "We were just talking about Aunt Evelyn." Seeing her face stiffen, my gaze bounced between her and my father. My voice carried a hint of mock regret: "Sister, did you know Aunt Evelyn was sent away? And she's never coming back." Mia forced a smile, her expression remaining submissive. "That was Father's decision. I wouldn't know." I raised an eyebrow and exchanged a look with Declan. It seemed Mia did know about my father's order banning Evelyn from returning. The bond between mother and daughter was apparently quite shallow. Mia's gaze returned to Declan. She said pitifully, "Father, I just got home, and I'm so scared. I'd only feel safe if I had someone as strong as Declan to protect me." The smile instantly vanished from my face, my expression darkening. 06 My father clearly doted on her, and he probably wanted to dilute my power anyway, so he readily commanded, "Then from now on, Declan will protect you." Mia was ecstatic. "Really? That's wonderful—" Saying that, she stepped forward, reaching out to grab Declan's arm. I caught her wrist, my voice ice-cold: "I don't agree." My father froze. "What?" I stared coldly at my father, my voice even colder: "Declan is my man." My father's face darkened, his brows furrowing as he barked angrily, "Harper! Declan hasn't been your personal guard for years. You don't need him to protect you anymore! Your sister is new here. As her older sister, shouldn't you be a little more accommodating?" "On this matter, there is no negotiation." I refused to yield an inch. I spent years training him; I wasn't about to hand him over to someone else. Besides, after working together for years, Declan was like my right arm. Losing him wouldn't kill me, but it would hurt, and I didn't like that. Especially giving him to Mia. Even setting that aside, if I handed Declan over to her now, the outside world would think I was weak and easy to bully. Then everyone would think they could walk all over me. I had no interest in letting that happen. Seeing my father furious, Mia tearfully supported his arm and said, "Sister, I know you can't accept me, but Father makes the rules in this house. How can you be so unreasonable! Furthermore," her gaze fell on Declan, and she continued, "even if you look down on Declan, he's still a person. He's not your property. We should respect his wishes." Look down on Declan? I glanced at Declan, who was completely expressionless, and suddenly laughed. "Alright." Mia didn't expect me to concede. She shot me a look, then eagerly walked up to Declan, asking softly, "Declan, are you willing to follow me? I will definitely treat you well and won't let anyone bully you." She looked at him with eyes full of expectation, as if she were looking at her lover. Unfortunately, Declan took a resistant step back and said in a deep voice, "I only wish to follow the Young Lady." Mia hadn't expected to be rejected by Declan either. Her expression instantly froze on her face. Seeing this, my father glared furiously. "Declan! You dare disobey my orders?! Have you forgotten who saved you?!" But Declan didn't hesitate, repeating his words clearly, syllable by syllable: "I, Declan, only wish to follow the Young Lady!" My father exploded in rage, smashing his wine glass violently onto the floor. "Declan—!" The glass shattered instantly, shards flying everywhere. Declan's expression changed, and he quickly pulled me into his arms. I was completely unharmed, but Mia got cut, leaving several red lines across her pale arm. She was angry and in pain, but she didn't dare lash out. I looked at the scratch on Declan's cheek, my eyes churning with anger. I pushed Declan away, walked up to my father, and seeing his cold face, I was entirely unmoved. "Don't push it too far." My father was so angry his face twisted, his trembling finger pointing at me. "You... are you trying to stage a coup?! This is MY family!" I let out a cold laugh. My father really was getting old. He had completely lost the ability to read the room. From the affair being exposed to throwing this ridiculous banquet, he had already caused a lot of dissatisfaction. Furthermore, compared to an aging, confused boss, the syndicate wanted a sharp, capable leader. Otherwise, why would I be so fearless? I smiled faintly. "How could I? I'm your most dutiful daughter." Saying that, I glanced up at him and sighed lightly. "Unless, of course, you piss me off." 07 My father looked around, only to realize that my subordinates were just watching them coldly, with no intention of helping him. His face turned a mix of purple and green. Furious and humiliated, he stomped upstairs. Leaving Mia and the others behind at the banquet. I looked at her with a smile. Her eyes shot daggers of hatred and jealousy, looking like she wanted to eat me alive. Declan stepped forward, blocking her line of sight. Mia's expression twisted slightly, and she eventually turned and left. In the car ride home, Declan frowned slightly, looking down and saying, "Miss, she's very strange." I was resting my head on his lap with my eyes closed. Hearing this, I opened my eyes and looked up. "Oh?" Seeing me open my eyes, Declan's body stiffened for a second before he casually explained, "She's very certain that you treat me terribly. And she's approached me privately many times, telling me to leave you." I smiled sweetly, not surprised by his sharp intuition. "Maybe she really does know something." I closed my eyes again, enjoying his massage, thinking to myself: How interesting. It seems Mia really is the female lead from the book I read. So, was she reborn? Or did she transmigrate too? That question was answered very quickly. Mia came to find me herself. She looked at me with absolute certainty, her voice cold: "I know you're not from this world. Let me tell you, I am the real female lead. Declan belongs to me. No matter what you do, it's useless. And you're definitely not my match!" "Your match?" I set down my coffee cup and said nonchalantly, "You're not even qualified to be my opponent." Mia's expression shifted, and she said through gritted teeth, "Harper Vance, don't get too arrogant! You just got here first and took the advantage. But now that I'm here, I will definitely put everything back on track! Do you really think you can change the ending?!" I looked at her coldly, not saying a word. Seeing how little I cared about her, a look of vicious hatred surfaced in Mia's eyes. "Just you wait! Everything I've lost, I will take back!" I blinked and smiled faintly: "I'll be waiting." It seemed Mia had transmigrated too. At first, she probably thought she had the ultimate plot armor and didn't take me seriously. But now, she was rushing over to threaten me. It seemed she realized the plot had changed, and my power wasn't something she could easily shake. So what was she going to do? I was really looking forward to it. 08 The year I graduated, I successfully entered the corporation and became the General Manager. But in reality, I had been the one pulling the strings for a long time. The underworld. That hadn't been sustainable in the US for years. I spent years planning the transition, legitimizing the syndicate's operations and turning it into a publicly traded company. Now, the corporation was booming. The old gang bosses had transformed into shareholders, making a fortune every year, all legally. They didn't have to live in constant fear like in the old days. Naturally, they supported me. As for my father, although he was still the CEO, he was a spent force. At the general shareholders' meeting, they proposed a transfer of power for the fifth time. I looked at my father's ashen face and smirked. As expected, right after the meeting, he came knocking. With Mia following close behind. He said in a low voice, "Harper, I'm willing to step down from the corporation, but I have one condition." Without even looking up, I said flatly, "If it's about making arrangements for Mia, the answer is no." He glared at me, growling, "Do you have to back her into a corner? She's your sister!" I stopped writing and looked up. The two of them were huddled together, leaning on each other like a pathetic pair. I smiled brilliantly. "You must be joking, Father. I barely acknowledge you, let alone a bastard child." "Harper Vance—" My father grew even more furious. I slammed my pen onto the desk, cutting him off. "Father, I'm willing to call you Father because I don't want to make things ugly and ruin the Vance family's image. But," I stared at them coldly, a hint of anger flashing in my eyes, "you should know better than anyone that when you sent hitmen to assassinate me multiple times over the past few years, whatever bond we had died." Both of their faces changed. Mia looked at me in horror. "How did you know..." I ignored her, staring dead at my father, my voice sharp: "Father, the Vance family is no longer your absolute dictatorship. You can choose to leave with dignity, or you can be forcefully kicked out. I'm only giving you this choice once." My father looked at me with a mix of shock and rage. I stared back without yielding an inch. After a long moment, his face turned grey, and he silently backed out of the office. Mia quickly chased after him. After they left, Declan's eyes narrowed slightly, flashing with a dangerous, cold light: "I should have killed him! "I should kill them both!" I stood up and gently touched his face. Seeing him blush slightly, my expression softened, completely devoid of the harshness from moments ago. "Death is too easy for them. That's not what I want." If people don't mess with me, I don't mess with them. Since my father and Mia dared to provoke me repeatedly and tried to have me killed... Then they needed to be prepared to be crushed. 09 After that day, my father didn't step down from the corporation. And I wasn't in a hurry. Because something much more interesting was happening. "BREAKING! The Oracle Mia Invests in Shusha Pharmaceuticals! Retail Investors Follow Suit!" "Shusha Pharmaceuticals Stock Skyrockets by Hundreds of Millions in 10 Hours! Experts Warn of Risks, Advise Against Blind Following!" Mia's name hung high on the Twitter trending page. Over the past six months, Mia had been popping up all over the internet. She frequently placed bets on the stock market, and every single time it was a massive success. The word spread quickly, and she became known as the infallible "Oracle of Wall Street." She was now the most anticipated stock guru among retail investors. Many financial experts advised against blindly following her, but with little success. I opened the comment sections. As expected, it was full of worship for Mia and insults directed at the experts. "What garbage experts! Last time they said not to follow, and guess what? My friend made tens of millions overnight!" "These trash experts probably secretly bought the stock themselves." "The Oracle Mia is amazing. 100% win rate. I'd be an idiot to listen to these fake experts." Many reporters rushed over, fighting to interview Mia. "Ms. Vance, we heard you invested in Shusha Pharmaceuticals this time, and a massive number of investors have followed your lead. Do you have anything to say?" Mia curled her lips, brimming with confidence. "Thank you to the investors for their trust. The outcome this time will definitely make everyone even more satisfied." Her absolute certainty sparked even more frantic discussion among her rabid fans. I turned off the TV, smiling comfortably. "I like her confidence." "Shusha Pharmaceuticals does have a lot of room for growth. It's a guaranteed win this time." Declan scrolled through the live stock market feed on his tablet, looking up at me. "Miss, should we release the information we've gathered?" I waved my hand. "Wait a little longer." Wait until it gets really fun. 10 Unsurprisingly, after one cycle, Shusha Pharmaceuticals' stock skyrocketed, becoming a massive dark horse. The investors who followed Mia made a killing, while those who didn't were beating their chests in regret. The Oracle Mia's reputation reached its zenith overnight, even surpassing A-list celebrities. Many interviews and reports scrambled to invite her on. On a reality TV show, Mia looked like she was about to cry, whispering pitifully, "My sister asked me before who I was going to invest in next. She looked so scary at the time, I didn't dare say it. I didn't expect her to threaten me into only telling her my investment picks. I didn't want to leave my father..." Overnight, the entire internet was flooded with attacks against the Vance Corporation and me: "SHOCKING! Vance Family Scandal Exposed: Eldest Daughter Usurps CEO For Years!" "Harper Vance Threatens The Oracle, Forcing Her Out Of The Family Unless She Stops Publicly Sharing Stock Tips!" I didn't have the PR department suppress the information. Instead, I sat back and watched the rumors spread. I even voluntarily accepted an interview with a reporter. "Ms. Vance, do you have anything to say about the situation online? Did you threaten The Oracle into not sharing her investment information?" I nodded. "Yes, I did say that." "Are you trying to keep the profits all to yourself?" "Keep the profits to myself?" I shot the reporter a sideways glance, sneering disdainfully. "What a joke. Since when has the Vance family ever cared about pocket change?" The reporter froze, his face flushing with embarrassment. The Vance Corporation was a massive publicly traded company. Why would they care about a few million dollars in minor assets? I looked around, my expression serious. "The stock market is unstable. Investments require caution. Once retail investors flood frantically into a single stock, it inevitably destroys the market's equilibrium. In extreme cases, it can cause the market to crash. Do you all really want to experience another economic bubble?" "This..." The financial reporters present looked at each other, unable to find words to argue back. I continued, "In my opinion, blindly following trends is stupid. Being so certain about winning in the stock market that it causes mass herding is even more stupid. I merely warned her as her older sister and as a participant in the market. You can listen if you want, or don't. It doesn't matter to me." With that, I prepared to leave. But an entertainment reporter blocked me, asking urgently, "What about the rumors of you usurping power? Why doesn't the second daughter have a position in the corporation? Wasn't she maliciously driven out by you?" I turned back, facing the camera, and smiled contemptuously. "Does an illegitimate child deserve to enter the corporation?" With one sentence, I completely exposed Mia's identity. But it enraged Mia's rabid fans in the crowd. They charged at me, brandishing knives. "Don't you dare slander our Oracle! Go to hell!" Declan's eyes flashed. With one kick, he sent the attacker flying several feet away. The bodyguards instantly swarmed in, pinning the attackers to the ground. I didn't even spare them a glance, turning and leaving with Declan.

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