Novel & Cerita Pampered By Power: The True Heiress Returns

"That man will pay for every single thing he’s done to you." "No, Mom. I’ll take care of it myself," she insisted, straightening up with a steely glint in her eyes. "I’m taking my place at the company... and I’ve learned there’s someone out there pretending to be me. Her name is Amber Delgado." "That’s our maid’s daughter," her mother breathed, hand flying to her mouth. "Of course it is," Purple said, slumping back in her chair as she held up her empty finger. "That’s how she got the diamond ring you gave me for my twenty-first birthday—the ring that proves I’m an heir to the Hearts fortune."

After all, a man with such a background and such strong skills couldn't be ugly. Therefore, she said shamelessly, "I won't hide it from you. In actual fact, we met ages ago!" Upon hearing this, all her lackeys exploded. "Wow, Cece, you're amazing!" "The Hawkins heiress really is different from everyone else. You get all the firsthand resources. To think that in the whole of Pamore, you're probably the only person who's seen his real face!" "That's right! Cece, quick, tell us. What kind of person is this mysterious president?"

Behind that soft, quiet appearance lay a mind sharper than any lawyer’s, a knowledge deeper than any expert’s, and a will stronger than any empire’s. She was the girl everyone thought was foolish, hidden, or weak… but those dark, unwavering eyes told the real truth: she was the one holding all the power, the one who had been watching, waiting, and preparing all along. Calm, mysterious, terrifyingly smart, and utterly in control, this was Amara, the heiress they underestimated, and the ruler they could no longer ignore.

The silence made Alaya look up too. “Is that…?” she asked slowly. “Turn the volume up.” Tasha grabbed the remote and hit the button. “So she’d been his side chick all along?” the interviewer asked, brows raised with performative shock. “Oh yeah,” said a familiar voice — dripping with fake sweetness. Alaya’s heart dropped. Selena. “He used to take her on yachts, private vacations, spoil her rotten,” Selena went on, flipping her wig dramatically. “She was basically draining him dry.”

In the large mansion, the masters were outnumbered by the helpers. It was crazy for Danie because she didn't need them at all. At least, just a few would do. It wasn't like many people knew that she was the only heiress to the massive wealth of the Williams. She could walk alone at night and no one would guess that she's a billionaire. But for sure she'd turn heads. Danielle was beautiful. She had always been told how perfect she looked. Her skin alone uses the most expensive set of skin care. Her hair was glowing. Everything that every girl could dream of was within her reach.

At New Rome, reputation travels faster than truth and right now my reputation screamed: Billionaire heiress. The cafeteria crew probably already had our favorite lunch ready; organic, gluten-free, and extra avocado on the salad. It was like we had an invisible crown on or something, and everyone knew not to mess with the queens. The popular girls, Emily and crew, gave us a tentative wave, and we flashed our million dollar smiles back at them. Game faces on. Mia leaned in, her Gucci perfume wafting up, "There'll be a party tomorrow evening, are you coming?"

For her eighteenth birthday, Alicia received a private estate. At eighteen, I was washing dishes in a greasy kitchen sink, my hands raw from labor, scrubbing my way to fund Dominic's critical final year of high school. "She used to call herself a little princess," he said, momentarily lost in the memory. "So the house was designed to resemble a castle." He smiled faintly, but the second his eyes landed on me, the coldness returned. "Since you've chosen to come back," he said coolly, "as the future heiress of the Rodney family, I have a few things to make clear."

"That's enough!" Derek suddenly yelled, glaring at me with pure contempt. "Let me tell you the truth—I'm the heir of the Astor family. When my parents get here tomorrow, forget a few dozen—I could give you hundreds! Thousands! You're nothing but a pathetic loser. Who are you to humiliate me?" With that, he shoved past me and ran out. Estelle's face darkened as she snapped at me, "Happy now? You really did hit your head. Now nobody's happy. Just pack your things and come with me!"

In the ancient high-halls of the Northlands, the Vaughn Circle began finalizing the rites for my homecoming. "I shall return to the Vaughn Estates ahead of the pack to oversee the sanctification of the Great-Hall," Eva declared, her amber eyes glowing with purpose. "Sierra is the True Heiress; her arrival must be marked with the finest furs, the swiftest forest-runners, and tribute worthy of her blood." They prepared sprawling territories and artifacts of power to celebrate my return. Meanwhile, back at the Steele residence, I felt a sharp chill and sneezed. Was a rival pack whispering my name to the winds?

I said, I wanted to scream, to scream so loud it’d rupture her ears but I couldn’t, all I can do is be happy that the heiress isn’t the pathetic Abigail. Now to the situation at hand, the lady in power, she emerged from the door, the guards around her paving way, I looked at her, the young lady had freckles, beautifully visible ones, she was as they had said, she was indeeed beautiful, I looked at Damien, he seemed rather uninterested in her looks but yet, it slipped from my lips. “So what do you think?” I asked as we all proceeded to give the heiress a standing ovation. “Think about what?” He snapped back, his eyes on the heiress, if I hadn’t known about our situation with getting with the