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Chapter ten: the conference room

Author: Vera
last update publish date: 2026-10-10 21:48:39

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.
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  • 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

  • The Real Heiress Return    Chapter nine

    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

  • The Real Heiress Return    Chapter eight

    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

  • The Real Heiress Return    Chapter seven

    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

  • The Real Heiress Return    Chapter 6 the night of the gala

    The night of the gala. The Weston Estate had been turned into a palace. Crystal chandeliers, 300 guests, cameras, champagne towers, every rich family in the city. And in the center, like a queen on a cake — Tiffany. Red dress. Diamond choker that was supposed to be mine. Hair curled perfect. She stood next to my biological parents, Margaret and Robert, smiling, waving, touching every wife's hand. "Thank you for coming! Yes, I'm so excited for tonight's announcement!" She kept looking at the entrance, waiting for Ace. My parents kept looking at the stairs, waiting for me. Margaret had sent three maids to tell me to wear the blue dress Tiffany picked. I had locked my door. Ethan texted me: _Where are you? Tiffany told everyone you're too scared to come down because you have no manners for a gala._ I smiled. Typed back: _Tell them to dim the lights._ Downstairs, the host tapped his glass. "Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the Weston 20th Annual Charity Gala! Tonight is extra sp

  • The Real Heiress Return    Chapter five The gala

    I smiled this time, a real one. Because I have a whole army behind me and Tiffany was too small for this game. She thinks she's playing house. She has no idea she's playing war. That night, Ethan slipped a crumpled invitation under my door. I opened it. *WESTON CHARITY GALA - 20th Anniversary* _Special Announcement: The Future of the Weston Family_ I knew exactly what they wanted to use the gala for. My mother Margaret had told me on the phone before I even came back: "Veronica, you had an arranged engagement since you were a baby. With the Moore family. Their son Ace. He's the wealthiest man in the city now. He's 26. Handsome. He waited." But downstairs, I heard Tiffany on the phone giggling to her friend, "Ace said he'll dance with me first at the gala. Mommy said if Veronica doesn't fit in, the engagement will be mine. After all, I've been his friend since we were kids." So that's it. They wanted to use the gala to announce Tiffany's engagement to Ace — the weal

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