Novel & Cerita The Many-faced Real Heiress Is Back

I watched the realization dawn slowly. I watched panic bloom. Their discomfort fed something cold and steady inside me. “Play it now,” I ordered, a small smile curving my lips. The lights dimmed. The screen flickered. And then…the familiar faces appeared on the screen. “Mr. Cadwell, you know very well that the heiress we thought was dead is back, and she’s starting office soon.” Veronica’s voice filled the room. On screen, Cadwell stood stiff, silent. His jaw was tight, eyes hard, but I saw the flicker of calculation behind them.

She says with the quirk of her perfectly arched brow. She takes a step towards me. I take one back. “I-I’ll clean this up!” I stutter out just as my back collides with the wall and she steps towards me again with a grin that holds a promise of pain and suffering. “Meera Florence.” She chimes, “the heiress to the biggest mafia empire in the entirety of Europe. Now pushed down to rags.” She says looking me up and down and giving me a feigned look of pity. “Who would have thought?” She wonders out loud, looking up at the intricately carved ceiling for a moment.

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

“No rush. If you’re my child, you’re my child. Your father’s been busy lately. We’ll do it at a later date.” She still did not say who, between Yvette and me, was her child. She just referred to us collectively. “But… why me and Yvette?” Perhaps my pressure was just right. She was getting drowsy. Her reply came in fragments, “Child… birthday… right…” Her head tilted, and she fell asleep against the couch. I slowly withdrew my hands, frowning as I thought it over. Birthday? Could it be that our shared birthday was the key to determining who the real heiress was?

The fake heiress was dead. My biological parents believed I was responsible. Together, they reported me to the authorities and demanded that my memories be extracted. After watching my memories, everyone broke down in tears. But I smiled. This was exactly what I wanted. To become the perfect victim.

Sinclair declared. Hearing that, tears welled up in my eyes. Turning towards the crowd as they cheered happily for my return, in just a single day… I had become the heiress of an empire worth hundreds of billions. “I should have been here five years ago,” I murmured to myself. Mrs. Sinclair turned back to the crowd. “Let us celebrate and rejoice for our heiress!” “Yaaah!!!” The crowd responded in unison. Then Mrs. Sinclair turned to me with a knowing smile. “Now… about the surprise. Come with me.”

"Call the cops? Go ahead." I pulled out my phone and handed it to him. "You have me arrested, and the whole city instantly finds out Cassandra ditched her marriage and hired a body double." "The great heir to the Sinclair Group, played for a fool by a knockoff this whole time." "I've even got the headline ready: 'SHOCKER: Billionaire Heir Falls Victim to Body-Double Honey Trap. Is This the Twisting of Human Nature, or the Collapse of All Morality?!'" Julian took a deep breath, the vein on his forehead twitching.

He didn't know if it was luck or like Evelyn had claimed, "their long-standing reputation in the business world, just a few bad deals here and there didn't erase the fact that Multi-trex was still a profitable giant." "Relax honey," Evelyn said beside him. "You are too tense." She had worn her most expensive dress, and diamonds were glittering around her neck. She wouldn't let the billionaire mogul, Matilda Emerson, upstage her look. Alex knew Evelyn was vain but sometimes it got to a point where he felt a wave of disgust. He had to remind himself she was the one who brought in the deal. So he smiled and pretended like all was well. "That's more like it, Alex. You look really handsome tonigh

But the burn didn’t ease the knot in his chest. The news flashed on TV. “In breaking news, the missing Hartman heiress has been found alive after twenty-three years…” Adrian froze. The screen showed Evelyn stepping from a black car, surrounded by cameras. “She’s the missing Hartman heiress,” he whispered. Charlotte paled. “That’s impossible.” Adrian barely heard her. Every cruel word he’d thrown at Evelyn echoed in his head. He’d called her a gold digger, said she didn’t belong. Now she was the richest woman in New York.

"From now on, I'll be Silver Moon pack's Luna. I arranged all those paparazzi myself. Even if he regrets it, it's too late. Sage, I've endured this for years - if you hadn't met Marcus first, what chance would you have had?" I read through all this calmly and couldn't help but laugh. The sound made Cameron look up in concern. "Are you alright, Alpha heiress?" "I'm perfect," I said, still chuckling.