Heiress Raid Novels & Stories

His smile sharpened, all dark amusement. Before Heather could stammer a reply, Azrael’s hand tightened on mine. "Now, if you don’t mind," he murmured, gaze flicking back to her with a glint of challenge, "I’ll be borrowing Miss Valerie. She and I have unfinished business." I was too stunned to think. Let alone speak and protest. So when Azrael dragged me out of there, I went with him. And I could not believe I actually felt thankful for his interference even though I know exactly why he was there in the first place.

The morning light usually brought clarity, but today it brought a storm. Rage was standing by the nursery window, his silhouette dark against the rising sun, when the first alert hit every screen in the penthouse. Sabizina was still huddled in the rocking chair, wrapped in his scent, when the holographic display in the center of the room flickered to life. It was a news broadcast. The headline in jagged, red letters read: THE STOLEN HEIRESS: IS RAGE VANE A SAVIOR OR A KIDNAPPER?

"But why, Andrew? If she wants to leave and you want to be with me, why not just let her go?" I looked at her for a moment. "Her father is Alexander of Blackthron," I said. "She's next in line. She's the heiress to everything he has. His pack, his territory, his wealth, all of it." I held Hailey's gaze and didn't say anything more than that. I watched her process it. I watched the understanding move across her face slowly and settle there. And then, quietly, she smiled. Small and certain. I nodded.

Then she looked at Kael. Kael was looking at her. For the first time all night, his expression wasn't bored or mocking. It was predatory. He raised his glass slightly in a mock toast, his eyes narrowing. The game has begun, his look said. Two hours later, the gala had turned into a frenzy of speculation. Riley had escaped to the rooftop garden, desperate for fresh air. The cool night wind bit at her skin, but it was better than the suffocating atmosphere inside. "Heir," a voice came from behind her. "Who would have thought the old man had it in him?"

Isabella cursed inwardly. So this was one of the so-called elite. She recognized him now—Williams Edinburgh. Chairman of Crown Real Estate. Rank: tenth on the rich list. Reputation: disgusting. As expected. He reached for her again. This time, with more force. He was already dragging her toward the couch when— A hand landed on her shoulder. Cold. Steady. Familiar. Before she could react, she was pulled back— —and the next second, she was pressed into a firm embrace.

The questions gnawed at me, but I forced myself to focus on the task at hand—stopping Emily and Jessica. My daughter’s voice broke through my thoughts. “Turn left here, Auntie Sarah!” she directed, her small finger pointing at the map. Sarah followed her instructions without hesitation, the car weaving through the less crowded back roads. My hands trembled slightly as I applied the last touches of mascara. I took a deep breath, glancing at my reflection in the car mirror. Gone was the scared, broken girl from six years ago. I had transformed myself—physically, mentally, and professionally. I was no longer the weak victim. I was Susan Davidson, the rightful heir to the Davidson Corporation.

he cut in rashly and she kept silent. “Daren stole you away from me when he knew you were my only daughter. You are my heiress. The heiress of all her mother’s possessions. Your mother and I worked hard to keep a lot in store for you. A lot which would see you become one of the wealthiest women in the whole of the country. The estates she left behind in SA are there waiting for you. The hotels and so many more to mention are all there waiting for you. But you left everything and ran after a man who threw you in the mud at last.

Susan's heart started racing, she needed to get out of here. "Do you think that you can hit me anyhow" Susan said pointing her finger at Ryella "I am the heir of our family". "The heir of our family? You?" She didn't bother to hide the mock in her voice. "Are you sure you're part of the Kress family?" She stared her down from head to toe. "Don't forget that everyone knows that you're just an outsider and your father is just the live in son in law. I am the true heir of the Kress family and enterprises if that's what you are after.... you're making a big mistake and if you dare to cross me...I'll dispose of you as soon as you can count one to three".

“Her marriage would have protected us from Alpha Silas’ attacks. Augustus and his youngest son fled and the Montreal Pack was destroyed!” I backed up. Ezra’s Father destroyed her Pack and my Dad helped her. Crap. “I watched my friends and family die but that’s no big deal. The big deal here is I have the heir to the Montreal throne right in front of me. The legitimate heir to fortunes and power that’s unimaginable.” I looked away my heart pounding and my hands sweating. “Ezra, please come in here,” I said through our link. “I’m not an heir,” I said, panting.