The Outcast Heiress's Last Stand Novels & Stories

she whispered and he smiled, a smug and satisfied look. “You would really get them back for me?” Adrian asked her and she shrugged. “I love you, it is the least I can do. I will make sure they pay,” she muttered and he nodded, he didn’t doubt her for a second. She was almost as sinister as he, if he got the story right, rumors had circulated that she had climbed a friend to obtain the little stardom and position in society she had. Cassandra Monroe, soon to be Hales, was the queen of sabotage here and he didn’t doubt her if she said she would get them back.

Instead, a woman in blood-red silk and stiletto boots marched in, smelling of expensive lilies and arrogance. “Those pelts are shedding. Throw them out,” the woman barked at the head Omega. “And get this gray paint off the walls. I want gold.” I stepped onto the landing. “Who the hell are you?” The woman turned, a predatory smirk stretching her lips. “Lexi Hart. But you probably know me as the woman Cameron actually wanted before he was stuck with a ‘relic’ like you.” The fake heiress. The one who fled to the Southern Territories when Cameron was bleeding out three years ago.

A few seconds later, his expression shifted. “Boss…” He looked up carefully. "There's only one harvestable Blood Orchid left in the country." A pause. “It’s in the Barclay family’s possession.” “Then we’ll pay them a visit.” Vessara leaned back against the leather seat and closed her eyes for a moment. The city lights flickered past outside the rain-streaked window. After a brief silence, she spoke. "I'll handle this alone." Her voice was calm, leaving no room for argument.

I called out "Stephen wake up Marco. We are going to Florence. We are not going there to fight a deed; we are going there to declare a sanctuary." The battle for the Underlying Title was about to move from a property dispute to a crusade. Elias wanted a quarry; I was going to give him a cathedral. As we piled into the car at dawn I looked back at the hunting lodge. The smoke was still coming from the chimney, a line of defiance. Elias was still sharpening his knife. He did not know that I had found the stone that could not be cut. The Rossi Heritage was no longer a vintage; it was a fortress. The Hidden Heiress was finally ready to stop being the victim of her blood and start being the prote

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

She scrunched up her nose. “Oh, this gunk? It is because I spent all night watching your twin sister breathe through a tube.” She frowns, hands folded across her chest. “So, you're back in my sister's pants. I knew it won't take long.” My jaw hung open, lungs void of oxygen. “Do you hear yourself, woman? Calista is dying—” “As she should be,” her eyes flashed, “she tried to throw me out of our home!” “Her home, you mean. She is the heiress to the Winslow Empire, after all.”

The four of us stared at the photocopy of the property transfer agreement, fear written all over our faces. Our ages matched the real heiress. While we had already tried to claim the family, every single one of us ended up dead. So was there really an heiress here? "Is it possible there isn't an heiress here at the orphanage, and you're looking in the wrong place?" Rebecca Vargas cautiously asked Yvette Warren, secretary to billionaire Orson Cox. The smile on Yvette's face never changed. "Mr. Cox already confirmed it. The heiress is here. We just don't know which one of you she is yet."

The news anchor’s voice rang out: "Suzanne Smith, a renowned actress and heiress to the Smith Empire in Canada, has resurfaced after years of seclusion from the business world. She has announced the launch of the groundbreaking self-driving car project, Medal Cars, which has already gained approval from the most powerful businessmen worldwide. This marks a new era in AI-driven transportation." Their hands dropped from each other’s hair as they stared in stunned silence. Beatrice’s mouth fell open. "Suzanne… was an heiress to a powerful family?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

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We moved swiftly, his arm guiding me like a shield. But just as we were escaping from the media, we were met with two familiar faces. Zane and Elora. Elora's eyes sparkled with disgust and hate as she walked up to me. She was dressed in crimson–her funny attempt at screaming power and possession. "Did you come to the event on purpose?. How much did you pay the host to put on a show for you?" "Heiress to Smith Holdings? Bllsht." "You just wanted to get close to Zane, didn't you? You're already divorced. How dare you try to steal him back from me?" Her gaze darkened.