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"Adella has proven her worth ten times over in the trials of the moon and in the administrative halls of this very palace. She was chosen not because of her gender, but because she possesses a diplomatic mind that can prevent a war before a single drop of blood is spilled. Are we so regressive that we would discard a capable leader simply because she does not lead with a blade first?" Mother let out a short, sharp sneer, her lips curling in a way that looked almost like a smile but carried the sting of a wasp. "She proved her worth? Let us be honest with ourselves and the history of this council. She only won the title of Heiress by a single, solitary vote. It was hardly a resounding mandate

“Powerful people are loud.” Sophia nodded slowly. Yes. If Elena were truly the lost Hartwell heiress… she would have fought. She would have demanded proof. She would have screamed injustice. Instead, she walked out quietly. Which meant she had nothing. Which meant Sophia had won. Victoria rose and walked toward the large window overlooking the estate grounds. The mansion lights shimmered in the night like something untouchable. Secure. Controlled. “You are the only heiress now,” Victoria said firmly. “There is no competition. No shadow.”

He frowned, “watch your tone.” “I asked you a question, Lucas. Don't mess with me.” I replied, with anger burning within me. “Why shouldn't I mess with you? Who are you? You're nothing but a pathetic heiress with nothing in her bank account. No money, no assets. Nothing.” “My child is in Kate. You can't do this to me!” I wailed, “God, you're quite slow.” I blinked.

I was a survivor of a life I had once allowed to crush me. "Are you ready?" Xavier whispered, offering me his arm. "I've been ready for a year, Xavier. Maybe longer." As we walked down the grand staircase of our private estate, the elite of the world rose to their feet. This wasn't just a wedding; it was the coronation of a new era. We had turned a betrayal into a multi-billion dollar empire. As we stood at the altar, I didn't look at the flowers or the celebrity guests. I looked into Xavier’s grey eyes the eyes that had stayed constant even when I was too blind to see them.

"Did you just… hit me?" "Already lost a few brain cells from the impact?" I sneered and shook my hand to chase away the numbness. "Let this remind you who I am, dumbass. I'm the true heiress of the Blanc family. I wasn't adopted like Bella, so why the hell is she wearing my engagement dress?!" [4-Star Madness. Reward: 30,000,000 dollars.] Cha-ching. The rush was intoxicating, and so was the sudden jump in my bank balance.

This was my battle and I will fight it alone. “You believe, huh, uncle? I will see how you do that. And who says bastards aren't heirs? I, Jessica Holly, is the heir to this empire. You bow to me!” I snarled at him. He uttered a scoff and dumped the papers on my desk. “These show the conditions to your access as the heir.” He said and I dropped my gaze to the papers. I picked them up and the first line made my legs wobbly. What?

Within days, the drama reached William. Victor knelt before him, refusing to stand. “I want to break off this engagement with her!” … Growing up, I was taught that, as the heiress of the Grant family, I could never afford to be ruled by emotion. Trusting business partners? Seven parts trust, three parts caution—that was the rule. Had no one ever taught Victor the same? Maybe not. Or perhaps it was because he had been spoiled from the moment he was born. His mother, once a mistress who married into the Harlow family, had been a beloved former actress. Despite her origins, she’d secured unwavering affection and favor.

The story broke in the financial press before Preston's office had finished drafting an official statement, which was, Sebastian said grimly over breakfast the morning after the vote, exactly the outcome his father's caution had spent eleven years trying to prevent and exactly the outcome Sebastian had decided, in the end, he could live with. A junior reporter at a business daily had been in the boardroom's outer hallway when the vote concluded, had overheard enough of the raised voices to piece together the shape of what had happened, and by nine that morning the headline had already metastasized across four other outlets: VALE HEIR ADMITS FOUNDING FRAUD DAYS BEFORE NARROW BOARD VICTORY.

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.