Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 522

The Olson family never expected they'd have the chance to form a marriage alliance with the prestigious Stone family—even if the groom in question was already on his second marriage. But in high society, that was hardly an issue at all.

However, when Madelyn heard the news, her face paled.

Her family might not know the truth, but she did.

Arnold had long since fallen out of favor with the Stone family patriarch! What good could possibly come from marrying him? Not to mention, he already had a son.

The more Madelyn thought about it, the more she resisted.

Though the Olson family's status was modest, Madelyn was undeniably beautiful.

She had always believed she would marry someone extraordinary—a true standout among men. Not some spoiled playboy like Arnold.

So she made her refusal crystal clear.

But since when did the Olson family care about Madelyn's opinion? As far as they were concerned, this marriage alliance with the Stone family was happening, whether she liked it or not. To prevent her from running, they even assigned guards to keep watch over her. Madelyn felt utterly trapped.

At her wits' end, she finally called her best friend, Irene.

She begged her to plead with Lambert—

to save her from this fate.

Irene hesitated, biting her lip, but in the end, she agreed.

...

Meanwhile, over at the White Family residence, chaos was unfolding. Little did Ariana know—Jane had been released from prison early.

On the day Jane was released from prison, Georgia personally went to pick her up.

Taking in Jane’s gaunt face, Georgia’s eyes brimmed with heartache.

Jane was equally surprised to see Georgia, but realization quickly dawned on her. She then put on an expression of both joy and sorrow, hurrying forward with tears streaming down her face, her voice trembling as she cried, "Auntie… I knew it, I just knew you’d come for me."

Georgia’s heart softened instantly.

Hearing Jane’s words, so tender and childlike, as if clinging to a mother’s warmth, her chest swelled with affection.

"Auntie would never leave you behind," Georgia said, her voice thick with emotion. "Yes, you’ve made mistakes—many of them. But I know you’ve changed."

Jane simply wept silently, her sobs muffled.

Seeing her like this only deepened Georgia’s pity.

She ushered Jane into the car and began driving toward the White family estate. After a year behind bars, Jane seemed as timid as a frightened mouse. Hesitantly, she whispered, "Auntie… where are you taking me?"

Georgia sighed. "Home, of course."

Fresh tears spilled down Jane’s cheeks. "You still… still acknowledge me?" Her voice was hoarse with emotion. "After everything I’ve done—I know I’ve wronged you and Uncle. And the company… Is it all right? Every day in prison, I was terrified that because of me, the White Group would collapse. If that had happened, no amount of atonement would ever be enough."

Was she just pathologically kind? Or was it because of her pathetic obsession with Jane’s father? Oh, she knew. She’d known since childhood. Once, she’d even caught Georgia crying over a photo of him—one that didn’t include her mother. Clearly, those tears were for him alone.

That was the moment Jane stopped tiptoeing around Georgia.

Because she realized—no matter what, Georgia would always take care of her, if only for her father’s sake.

And now, her chance had come. But this time, she wouldn’t act recklessly. She would plan meticulously, ensuring Gilbert, Ariana, and Kiara paid for everything.

Unaware of the storm brewing in Jane’s heart, Georgia continued gently reassuring her. She insisted that Kiara and Ariana’s forgiveness didn’t matter—even if they never accepted her apology, Georgia would always stand by her. If not for anything else, then for the sake of her parents in heaven.

Jane's eyes instantly welled up with emotion. "Thank you, Auntie," she murmured hoarsely.

Georgia sighed and stroked the girl's hair with maternal tenderness. "Silly child, no need for thanks. We've still got a while before we're home—why don't you rest your eyes for now? I'll wake you when we arrive."

With a soft murmur of agreement, Jane nestled into Georgia's embrace and drifted off to sleep.

As Georgia gently combed her fingers through the sleeping girl's hair, a deep satisfaction settled in her heart. This—this was exactly the kind of daughter she'd always wanted. The perfect daughter.

Suddenly, the shadow of Ariana flickered across her mind. She remembered those ice-cold eyes during their last argument. A chill ran down Georgia's spine. Never could she have imagined her own flesh and blood would grow so callous, so utterly devoid of warmth.

That girl might as well have been a stranger.

But no matter. She had other children. If Ariana chose to be ungrateful, then so be it—she'd simply stop expecting anything from that daughter altogether.