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Chapter eleven
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2026-10-13 23:06:47
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Staff meeting .* But the conference room was empty except for Alex, Mia — my personal assistant — Ethan, my adoptive parents, and two interns who were scared of losing their jobs. I checked my watch. 8:07 I took attendance in my head, then picked up my phone and typed in the company group chat: Veronica Weston: If in the next 15 minutes no one shows up, you can forget about working here again. The message was direct with a hint of threat. In less than 15!minutes, the conference room was packed. Staff came running, out of breath, ties crooked, shoes half-on. Some were still holding their coffee. I looked at each of them from my seat at the head of the table. One by one. They trembled under my gaze. They were scared. They should be. Because I wasn't going to be easy. Then the doors opened. Tiffany and my parents walked in late. She still had that sleepy, irritated look plastered all over her face. I watched them. "You're late," I said. She gave me an annoyed l
The Real Heiress Return Chapter eleven
I walked into the office that belonged to Robert and it looked a bit old-fashioned. I wasn’t impressed. Mahogany everywhere. Heavy curtains. Old family photos of him, Margaret, Ethan, and Tiffany at every age. My age. My spot. Her smile in every frame. And the biggest photo right behind the desk Robert and Tiffany at her 18th birthday. Father and daughter. I smiled because they didn’t know what is coming for them. I stared at it for three seconds. "Take it all down," I said to my assistant. Everything. In 20 minutes, the office was bare. White walls. The desk, chairs everything was taken out. I wanted to change it into something that was more fitting for a battlefield. Because the line was just drawn and many people were waiting to see what this real heiress that just bought over her father's company was capable of. I called Sophia. "Mom, send me the Paris office designer. Now." By 1 PM, the office was black and white. Glass desk. No family photos. Just one map West
The Real Heiress Return Chapter ten: the conference room
Monday came faster than I expected.I opened my eyes, yawned, and stretched my bones lazily before dragging myself into the bathroom to wash up.By the time I picked up my phone, there were 50 missed calls from my parents and a dozen messages.I was added to the family group chat, the chat that had no place for me before, I was now part of. I didn't answer any of them. I didn't reply to a single message. I just tossed the phone on the bed and put on a white Laurent suit — not a dress. A suit. Sharp blazer, tailored pants, hair tied back. The same suit my adopted mother Sophia wore when she took over her first company at twenty three.My adopted father, Julian, was already in the dining room with lawyers. Five of them."Morning, princess," he said, sliding a cup of coffee toward me. "Weston Enterprises board meeting is at 9 AM. You own 51%. You can fire them all if you want.""I don't want to fire them, not now I said, taking a sip. "I want them to watch me take over the company they
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I didn't need Ace. I wanted him for my performance tonight and he served his purpose. The moment we walked out of the ballroom doors, with all 300 guests still frozen inside, I let go of his hand. Ace looked down at his empty hand, surprised. No woman has ever let go of Ace Moore first. "That's it?" he said. "That's it," I said. "Thank you for the dance, Ace. You were the perfect prop." My adopted parents, Julian and Sophia, were already waiting in the car. My Mom was grinning ear to ear. Ethan leaned on the car door, arms crossed looking at me standing with Ace his eyes cold but I could see a faint smile on his lips. "Prop?" Ace repeated. He almost laughed. "You used the wealthiest man in the city as a prop?" He asked in disbelief.His eyes looking at me like something interesting was standing in front of him. "I used the fiancé my parents tried to give to a fake as a prop," I corrected. "There's a difference. You were supposed to be my arranged marriage. Tonight you
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Even I laughed at that. Watching Tiffany cry in her red dress while the whole ballroom clapped for me — I laughed. Inside. A cold, quiet laugh. I was just getting started. Since they favored her over me — my own biological parents who hugged her when I showed them her diary, who tried to give my fiancé to her, who told me "don't take it to heart" — since they favored her, I will take everything. And drive them to desperation. The dance with Ace ended. He didn't let go of my hand. "Veronica," my mother Margaret came rushing, finally, with open arms. "My daughter—" I stepped back. "Don't," I said. "You had your chance to hug me this morning. You hugged her instead. You don't get to hug the winner now." Margaret's eyes filled with tears. Real ones this time. Robert looked away, ashamed. "Veronica, we—" "No. Save it for tomorrow's newspapers." I turned to the host and took his mic one last time. "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming. Tonight was supposed to b
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The gala — part 2 Ace kissing my hand was louder than any announcement Robert Weston had planned. The entire ballroom froze. Phones came out. Flashes. Whispers. Tiffany's red dress suddenly looked cheap. Robert Weston tried to save it. He grabbed the mic from me, laughing too loud. "Haha! Young love! Yes, as I was saying — Tiffany and Ace have been childhood friends, and we are so happy to—" "No." Ace said it. One word. No mic, but everyone heard it because the room was so quiet. He let go of my hand and stepped to the microphone. He looked at Robert, then at Margaret, then at Tiffany. "Mr. Weston, with respect. The engagement contract signed 22 years ago between the Moores and the Westons was between your _biological_ daughter and my family. Not your adopted daughter. My father is old-fashioned. Blood matters to him." Tiffany started shaking. "Ace... what are you... we grew up together... you promised to dance with me..." Ace didn't even look at her. Cold. That's why he's t
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