Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 491

Jade’s face stiffened, her fingers clenching so tightly it seemed she might snap them.

She couldn’t accept it. She remembered when Alicia had been the kind of girl everyone looked down on, trampled over without a second thought. But now, Alicia had clawed her way up, latched herself to Tyrone, and somehow become the heiress of White Corporation…

It was obvious—Jade couldn’t threaten Alicia anymore. Alicia had become someone they couldn’t afford to cross.

Back when Alicia’s only leverage was being Mrs. Tyrone White, Jade could still sneer and say Tyrone would toss her aside one day. Back then, they all still had a shot at dragging Alicia down.

But now, Alicia *was* the capital. If she truly became the heir of White Corporation, she’d be the one making the rules. For Jade, that realization was worse than death itself—because from this moment on, she and Alicia would never stand on the same rung, never belong to the same world.

Unless White Corporation went bankrupt, or Alicia met some untimely end, Jade knew she’d be powerless to change anything.

And for the first time, Alicia saw fear flicker in Jade’s eyes.

Alicia’s lips curled into a small, victorious smile as she took a step closer, watching Jade actually shrink back from her gaze.

Jade was afraid—afraid Alicia would want payback.

A woman who’d clawed her way out of the dirt could be more ruthless than anyone once she had power in her hands.

Alicia smiled.

She had never imagined she’d live to see the day she stood above those who had bullied and humiliated her, watching their bravado melt into panic.

All those arrogant, privileged heirs and heiresses—now trembling because someone even more powerful had entered the game.

How pathetic.

“Don’t get cocky,” Jade hissed, lowering her voice. “You’re not the White Corporation’s heir yet. The old man could die, and if there’s any dispute over the will, you won’t be the sole inheritor! So what if we’re not blood-related to Mrs. White? We’re the old man’s descendants—that’s all that matters!”

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but the old gentleman did not request to see you or Mr. Brandon,” the nurse said, her tone flat.

Jade’s humiliation was complete—right in front of the press.

The old man wasn’t dead yet, and he’d called everyone in except her and Brandon. With the media watching, it was as clear a sign as any.

He wasn’t leaving Jade or Brandon a single cent.

Jade’s hands balled into fists, her voice cracking as she shouted at the emergency room doors, “Grandpa! I’m your granddaughter too! How can you be so heartless? Why are you treating me so unfairly?”

Jade couldn’t accept it. So what if Alicia was Nicole’s daughter? Jade was still the old man’s granddaughter.

What had she done wrong? Why wasn’t she allowed to inherit the White family fortune?