Novel & Cerita The Many-faced Real Heiress Is Back

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.

I was smiling when I left Azrael’s building. Even after all that — the unsettling opulence, his cryptic smirk, and the way his words coiled around me like chains made of silk — I was smiling. Because I had done it. I had the money. I could finally pay Heather back. I could finally unshackle Theo from her control. Even if I have sold my soul to the devil, it was all worth it if it would mean that I would help Theo.

After that, they exchanged a glance and suddenly shoved me to the front. Yvette looked me up and down. "Then it seems it must be you, since you do resemble Mrs. Cox a little. You should come back with me right now." A chill ran down my spine. Was it too late to ruin my face? In my previous life, when I found out I looked like Orson's wife, Gillian Cox, I was actually proud of it. I thought no matter how hard the three other girls tried to fake being the heiress, nothing worked better than simply showing my face.

She was dressed up in a satin gown that showed all her curves, her hair had been done up and her face, well was rather gorgeous. She was smiling at the party like she belonged here. Her earlier inquired about her and found out she was Alicia Dickson, heiress to the Dickson fortune. The Dickson family had been his family’s rival for years. Was that why she disliked him so much? But he didn’t think she knew he was a George. “Maybe its in our blood to hate each other,” he laughed. She soon noticed him and her smile instantly dropped. She started to approach him. He smirked.

My name is a punchline on the evening news, and I am hiding in a cash-only shithole because my wife decided to lose her mind and burn my life to the ground. I tap the cracked screen. The news cycle refreshes. There she is. Isabella is walking out of a sprawling estate in the Hudson Valley, flanked by Luca Moretti and Viktor Romanov. She is wearing black silk. She is not weeping and she is not trembling. The headline beneath the photograph reads: *The Romanov Heiress Reclaims Council Seat.* The rage that spikes in my chest is incandescent. It is a blinding, white-hot physical pain.

"I am free from that hell called marriage. Now let's go to Benjamin's mansion and get my stuff ." "Do you want me to book a hotel room for you ?" "I don't need that. I'm going back home." "Home?"George was shocked hearing that. "I am an heiress and it's time for payback!" She said, staring into the air, clutching her fist. George looked into her eyes , he hadn't seen this type of her before. Lydia, the kind-hearted woman, seems like a monster before him. Well the saying was true "People bring out the beast in other people"

The words caught in my throat as the next headline blazed across the massive screen: “Rose de Montclair: The Fugitive Heiress — Exposed.” No, no, no. This can’t be real. This is a fucking nightmare.

I was about to grab the report Casper had just thrown at me when I suddenly saw words floating above Jenny's head. [Finally, this is not the same old real versus fake heiress story. After the female lead goes back to her rich family, she is going to start a romance with the imposter son.] [Real heiress versus imposter son heir. I love this pairing choice.] I was so shocked I stumbled back, and the bullet comments on Jenny's head vanished. I rubbed my eyes, stepped forward again, and the comments reappeared. [So, this is the real heiress's unlucky little victim?]

"I haven't, why not tell me about it…" Imelda hissed out so loud glaring at the woman she ever regrets having a a mother. "The Zoren's family are inviting everyone to the welcome back ceremony of their Heiress…" she announced. Candi got on her feet forcefully, her eyes widened in great shock. "That must not be true, it can't happen… who the heck is the fucking heiress?" She screamed. Imelda let out a mocking smile. "Screaming won't solve the matter. The worst part of it, is that the Heiress is my maid…"

Then he exclaimed, “Fifty million going once? Fifty million going twice, fifty million going thrice!- Congratulations! This pretty lady in a silver dress will now be the possessor of this set of jewelry.” Many people had joined the bidding, but only one winner emerged. No one could believe their eyes or ears, especially Lucas Harrison and the girl sitting beside him who looked ghastly pale. “No way! She can't afford that money.” “But she just did! Who exactly is she?” “Oh, she's Heidi. Heidi Olsen. How could they think that they could contend with the wealthiest heiress in Phoenix City?” The man who spoke was the same middle-aged man who just uncovered Heidi's identity.