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I pushed the mug aside, pressing my palms flat against the table as though I needed the wood to anchor me. “I won’t be erased anymore,” I said. My voice trembled, then steadied. “Not by the fire. Not by my uncle. Not even by my own fear. I’ve lived too long as half a woman—Isabella, a shadow of someone I barely understood. But I’m not just Isabella.” Mia’s brows drew together. “Then who are you?” I lifted my chin, the answer falling from me like it had waited years to be spoken. “I am Isabella—the survivor. But I am also Marisol—the Abram heiress they tried to destroy.”

" I responded calmly. "And as for not killing Ashley and that fool Ethan, I'm doing things her way just to get what I want. If she gets her child and empire back, I will get what I want and will finally get rid of all of them." I asserted standing up for the chair. "Now please, spare me the questions. I have a terrible headache already." I dismissed, walking towards the staircase. I returned to her room to find Cielle alone. Her head bowed as she was playing with her fingers.

Which is the plan. I lean close to whisper in his ear “come to the first room on the right in the third wing after thirty minutes” I place a small kiss under his ear to drive the point home and when I finally pull back he smirks downing the entire glass in one go. I stand up my knees shaking from knowing what he truly thinks about me. Knowing what we had was never real, that it was for his ascent to success only. Knowing what I’ve done to him. Knowing what will happen between Shane Ryder and Clare Haistings.

“Smart girl. Don’t worry — I’m not interested in your little love story. I have bigger plans.” He walked to the desk and handed me an envelope — thick, unmarked. “This will cover the exact amount. No more, no less. Deliver it to Heather, and she’ll have no excuse to linger.” I took it, my hands shaking. It was heavier than I expected, like it carried more than just money. “And the favor?” I asked quietly. “When?” His gaze turned cold and his mouth curved into a grin before he said, “It wouldn't be fun if I tell you now, would it, princess?"

I agreed to date her out of respect for our shared hometown and childhood… but who knew the moment she 'rose above her station' and became some big heiress, her first move would be to dump me. "Then again, who could blame her? Now that she's the Rodney family's precious daughter, of course she wouldn't want to be seen with a nobody like me." My parents exchanged uncertain glances, and Chester swiftly stepped in to "confirm" the story. "I was there when Eliza broke up with Dominic. She told him she was the future heiress of the Rodney family and warned him not to bother her again. She even threatened to show him what it means to offend the powerful."

“Your father knew part of it, enough to make you desperate. But the real secret? Janette is the heiress. That mark makes her the legal heir of the Blackwood estate, corporation, and legacy. It’s her birthright.” “No…” Liam whispered, stumbling backward with the gun still trembling in his hand. His eyes darted between Janette and Dean. “No, that’s not true…” Dean let out a short laugh. “Oh, it’s very true. All this time, you were chasing power you already had within reach. She was in your grasp, but you were too blinded by greed to realize it.” Liam’s face crumpled. “That can’t be…” Dean took another step forward. “You kidnapped the heiress of Blackwood Corp and tried to force her into marria

“Hardly. I came to remind you that you don’t own this space; you don’t own this city. Tonight, the spotlight isn’t just yours.” With that, I turned my gaze to Gabriella, who took a small step back, observing me with equal parts disdain and intrigue. “Congratulations on your new partnership,” I said, my openness a strategic mask for the confidence bubbling beneath. “Though we all know you’re merely a pawn in Andre’s elaborate chess game.” Gasps spread through the attendees at my audacity, their eyes darting between the three of us, hungry for the unfolding drama. Gabriella lifted her chin, an unmistakable defiance glimmering in her icy gaze. “And you must be the runaway heiress who’s chosen t

Before Her Heir. Sienna’s breath caught. “Her Heir,” she whispered. Harvey’s face paled. “No. No, Sienna, you don’t understand. It’s not just about the bloodline. It’s what you’re meant to do with it. You’re not just the heir... you are the one who will either break the curse or become its next victim.” Sienna looked at the journal again, her heart racing. The final words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain: Her Heir. Her destiny had just been laid bare before her, and she had no idea how to stop the storm that was about to break.

I finally got a copy of “The Fall of The First Prince.” Reading through it, the things that had been changed stood out immensely. What stood out the most was the ending. In the original book, the Prince won the battle but stepped down from his right to the throne for the love of the woman he was with. In the book I’d gotten from the library, he was killed, and she was held captive at the end, though it had tried to be represented as love. Well, that sent a clear message to me. Whoever did this wanted me dead and Jillie to be with them. I scoffed. Like that was going to happen.

She was practically jobless and how she survived in this city was amusing. Nobody could judge her social skills even if they tried. She was a bonafide social climber and she did it so well, rumors had it though that she had shackled herself to the wrong billionaire. Adrian Hales was a ‘soon to be’ bankrupt person and it was going to be a beautiful reality for Cassie. Good thing society will still be there and the rude world will still rotate, she frowned at the thought and it was about the same time that they stepped into Dan’s office.