First Love's Return Heiress Strikes Back Novels & Stories

She refused to think about that anymore. The door opened without knocking. Mireya rushed in. “Ma’am,” she said, breath uneven for once. “This is everywhere.” Alessa lifted her eyes slowly. Mireya crossed the room and held out her phone. The headline filled the screen in stark white letters. "Vanderbilt Heiress in Secret Relationship with Unknown Man" Another beneath it. "Engagement to Lucius Black in Crisis?" Alessa tapped the link. Her pulse did not spike immediately. It slowed first, like a predator assessing terrain.

Five years later The large door opened and a woman in her late twenties walked in. Elegant, beautiful, majestic were the best words to describe her as she carried herself with supreme grace to her seat that was resting at the center of the room. Her eyes shone with nothing but dullness, and her appearance was strict and reserved in a professional manner. All the eyes of the men in the room brighten in interest and the women with admiration and jealousy. But none of it meant anything to the high level lady in her majestic elegant royal blue suit. She is none other than Bianca McKenzie, the unknown heiress of the Josh who claimed the position of the McKenzie Empire after her grandpa willingly

The words hit like a live wire: In the event the line of legal heirs is compromised, all designated Cross assets revert to Alina Rivers. For a second, I just stare. Then a slow, sharp smile pulls at my mouth. “Of course,” I whisper. “You brilliant bastard.” Because that clause doesn’t just name me, it gives me leverage over the Cross empire itself. If Nathaniel’s line is tainted, if Elena’s power play crumbles, then everything falls straight into my hands. I lean back, laugh once—low, bitter, satisfied. Checkmate’s closer than they think. The phone buzzes again. Theo.

Somehow with Ezra's words, she was able to prove to them all that she was indeed in a relationship with him earlier and that none of what she had done was false. "Elara suddenly showed up and he wants nothing to do with me. She had been his first love and now that she is back he wants to go back to her" she murmured. No matter how any of this went, she had to portray herself as the victim. Elara was the bad b**ch who had come to steal her man. "So what you are trying to s..." Yara began but was cut off by Aria. "Let us get this straight: he proposed to you and then broke off the engagement just because his first love came back?" she asked.

"I’ve had my eyes on him since college long before you ever did." I froze. What? What was she even talking about? She tilted her head, enjoying my shock. "Oh don’t act oblivious Aria we both know that I liked him first. But he chose you." Her voice dripped with venom. "So I waited and when the time was right… I took him back." My stomach twisted. "You… you planned this?" She laughed. "Of course I did you really think I was your friend all these years? I was just waiting for my chance, if I want something Ariana I make sure I get it, absolutely no one deserves Angelo but me, he’s mine and he has always been mine"

I even wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Inside, the hunger for justice burned hotter than ever. "Even though I am Camilla now, I hope you know I am Tessa too?” He grinned from ear to ear. “I knew. I always knew from the first time I met you” I nodded. “ Good” I would tell Caleb about this but firstly I need to position myself to get my revenge. Two days later, I moved back into Richard’s penthouse with Zane after he was discharged from the hospital. The place was exactly as I remembered — cold marble, floor-to-ceiling windows, expensive furniture that screamed power. But this time I wasn’t the trapped wife. I was the hunter.

I was dumbfounded and held the necklace like I was holding a hot potato, mumbling, “Ailina.” She raised her hand stopped me from walking towards her, and took a step back. “Yes, Hallie is right. Her necklace looks better than mine and is more valuable than mine, because my dad loves her more. After all, a man doesn’t love his first wife anymore. And naturally, he doesn’t feel sorry for the daughter of his first wife.” Ailina’s POV There was no other sound in the hall except for my voice. My voice sounded sad and depressing. Finally, someone could not stand it.

“I’m right here.” I pulled my hand away before he could touch me. “I, Elara Thorne,” I began. The name Thorne hit the crowd like a physical blow. I heard gasps everywhere. Rowan went pale, his jaw dropping. “Elara Thorne?” Aiden whispered, confused. “What are you talking about?” I ignored him and continued, my voice growing stronger. “Rightful heir of the Nightshade Pack and daughter of the true King, hereby reject Aiden Blackwood as my fated mate.”

He was wrong, and my wolf beneath the skin simmered with irritation, claws flexing just under my nails. Ryan looked at me, calm as ever, and spoke loudly. "There's only one true heiress, yes, but Mrs. Frost gave birth to Serena Frost in the hospital-then, through a cruel twist of fate, the child was swapped. Eighteen years later, she's finally back. The woman before you is the one who lived eighteen years as the false heiress, enjoying privileges she never earned." The doorman's jaw dropped. "So that's why… I thought she was a shameless fraud from the moment I saw her. Turns out she is-and had the audacity to pretend for eighteen years!"

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.