A Thousand Faces Hide The Genius Heiress' Wrath Novels & Stories

Crack. “Open your eyes and watch closely, honored elders.” Serena crossed her arms over her chest, a cold sneer on her face as she swept her gaze across the room. “Watch how your virtuous Chieftain’s wife, and your pure, innocent young mistress, spent six thousand gold coins to hire assassins to murder the clan’s rightful heir on the mountain cliff.” The Recording Crystal flared to life, and a holographic projection burst into being above the table, playing the scene of Scarface shooting out the carriage wheel, followed by the men’s full, desperate confession once they’d been captured.

“No, Grandma. Just… just a bit dizzy.” She clucked her tongue. “You need to eat more. You’re getting too thin.” I forced a smile, a brittle mask. “I’m fine, Grandma.” But I wasn’t. I was trapped. Trapped by a man who was a monster in a prince’s disguise. Trapped by a secret that could destroy me. I looked around the small store, my home, my life. It was all I had. And I would protect it. I would protect my child. From him.

When they realized that all those years ago, they had crushed the most precious jewel in the world, simply because they were too blind, too arrogant, too cruel to see what was right in front of them? The thought alone made her blood hum with a dark, sweet satisfaction. The next day, with the engagement banquet drawing closer, Jana—her sister, fierce, protective, and every bit the Sever heiress with her sharp eyes and commanding presence—insisted they go shopping. “We need to look perfect,” Jana had said, her voice cold and determined. “And besides… I think it’s time we let some people see exactly who you are now.”

He just stood there, staring at me across the crowded ballroom with an expression of complete devastation. The girl he'd thrown away, the wife he'd neglected and humiliated, the woman he'd told would never find anyone better, was Isabella Morrison. Granddaughter of Alexander Morrison. Heir to one of the largest fortunes in the country. One of the most powerful women in New York. And he'd let me go without a fight. The applause finally died down and I sat back down, accepting congratulations from the people at my table with grace and poise I'd learned from watching my brothers navigate society. But I was hyperaware of the Wei family table, of the chaos I knew was happening there.

Every single one looked ready to attack me. I remained unfazed and instead gestured at them with one finger, whispering, "Show me what you've got.” That was all it took. They charged at me together, wildly and loudly. But as the werewolf princess, I had trained for storms. In fact, I was destined to face them. The first girl came in from the left eagerly, thinking she would surprise me. I quickly turned, caught her arm, and spun her around. She gasped before I flung her sideways into a stack of crates near the fountain.

As he opened the door,I saw a lady in her middle age sitting in a wheelchair facing the window which could not make me look at her face. “Ma’am, she is already here,” Richard calls out for her attention.The woman turned her back to face me.We both looked into our eyeballs. I gave her a very strong frown because I was there because I was happy to meet her. I had to wait for her to greet me first and I made sure she saw the strong frown on my face. “How are you dear?” she said trying to bring out a smile on her face.”My name is Emilia L’Avogue.

I quelled my rage and asked politely, "Did you just say you're from Centuria's Keaton family?" "Another one? Is this your backup, Aubrey Keller?" The girl sneered. "Yes, I'm the heiress to the Keaton family from Centuria. The name's Ophelia Keaton! Why? Do you have something to say about it? "Oh, I know. You two are trying to get in my good books. Well, you're too late! No other families in Centuria by the name of Keaton are fit to be part of the social upperclass besides us, losers!"

“Then we’ll show them exactly who we are. No fear. No hesitation. Only the hunt.” And with that, I stepped out of the arena, the whispers of my wolf mingling with the rustling trees, a reminder that Oakwood held more secrets than I could yet comprehend—and that my journey, my tests, had only just begun. As I leave the arena, I glance back—and see the elder from the shadows slip into the forest, her gaze lingering on me with a mix of recognition and intent. Something in her expression warns that my past life’s threads are being watched… and someone knows more than they should.

The title read: Trial of the Twelve: The Fall of the First Council. As the figure turned, moonlight revealed her face. Not Alessia. Not Juliana Moretti. But a third heir. One no one saw coming. She smiled. And said softly to the shadows: “It’s time they remembered the true heir to the blood throne.”

I asked Sheena so I can prepare to face that moron again. "Exactly after an hour" "Alright then, just tell me what to do" I don't even know where to go or what's the meeting all about. "Mr. Laurier will come before the meeting to guide you," Sheena said and left. Oh great! Why everything's happening against my will? I'm currently fixing myself when someone knocked on my door. "Come in," I said while putting some powder on my face "I thought I still have an hour to prepare?" I asked Zach with coldness on my face. I need to show this man that I am not affected. I need to show him that I already forgot everything, about how is us before.