Novel & Cerita The Outcast Heiress's Last Stand

“But right now, the gallery is fully booked. If you had brought this to me a week ago, I would have agreed without hesitation.” A lump formed in my throat. A week ago? If only I had known. If only I had acted faster, moved quicker, been one step ahead instead of drowning in my own hesitation. Delaware exhaled, leaning back slightly as if trying to soften the blow. “At the moment, Hillman has booked a three-week convention to showcase the missing pieces of Hilther—treasures from the ancient times. We’re swamped, Darla.” Hillman. Of course.

She needed to prepare. Land Under Heaven was a sweeping story of power, betrayal, and seduction. The female lead was righteous, guiding the male protagonist to ascend to power. The supporting female lead, however, used every vile method imaginable to undermine her, making enemies and committing acts that would be condemned by society. In the end, she was forced to leap from a cliff, a dramatic end that cemented the female lead’s triumph. Isabella felt a thrill run through her. This was a challenging, fiery role — one that could showcase everything she had been training for.

The fifty outcasts spilled out from the trailing transports, their weapons drawn, forming a tight, flawless defensive vanguard around their King and Queen. "Well, well," Cecelia’s sharp voice rang out across the square, her tone dripping with venomous mockery as she stepped to the edge of the platform. "The stray dog returns, and she brought the pack's old garbage with her. Look at you, Elena. Dressing in leather like a common rogue. You look exactly like the traitor Damon said you were." Elena walked forward, her steps measured, silent, and entirely unbothered. She stopped precisely thirty paces from the stage, her fifty outcasts locking their shields behind her.

When he brought her like a piece of rag from that lying bitch, she admits that she lost hope but she sees a future now and she can grab it. She is not a whore and will never be one. She is the heiress of GLV Winery and she will not let her story turn out this way. She will not be a piece of wood in the closet of this bastard. She will bid her time and escape. She will find that witch and teach her a life lesson she will never forget. She made Uncle Nicholas squandered all her fortune as if that was not enough, she sold her. Talking about having your cake and eating it too but she will make this earth bitter for her.

The rest had barricaded themselves in one of the lower towers and waited for rescue that never came. There were three of them left alive. Two women and a man, all bearing the marks of the attack—burn scars, wounds that had been hastily treated and were starting to show signs of infection. Their eyes were hollow in a way that suggested they'd witnessed things that human minds weren't supposed to see. The older woman's name was Captain Solace. She had close-cropped gray hair and a bearing that suggested she'd spent her entire life trying to hold things together. Even now, even in this catastrophe, she was trying.

“What does she want?” “Everything,” Rico answered. “The empire, revenge, she’s calling herself the True Last Heir. She’s gathering what’s left of the loyalists. Twenty men so far. More coming.” I stared at the photo in the file. Bianca looked like a ghost of Sophia, same sharp beauty, same cold eyes. “She won’t stop until we’re dead.” Damien’s grip tightened on my leg. “Then we don’t give her the chance. We hunt her down today.”

“Christ, the fact that your fiancé sits through your bullshit and still wants to be chained to you for the rest of her life baffles me. I’m not here to fucking tell you to move on, I’m ordering you to do so. Your ex-mistress, ex-lover, ex-baby mama whatever she is to you, has William Sterling as a lawyer. Aside from a lawyer who’s got a lot of beef with us to bury you, she has a multi-billion-dollar company and enough fortune to wipe you out of existence if she wills it. To put it in a nutshell, Olivia Cabello happens to be the heiress of the Montefalco fortune and the most sought out single female in the States. She is not yours anymore.”

I wanted the Usurper dead, as did whatever lived in me. “Pitiful. As long as the Princess’s mate lives, you do not stand a chance, and you will die.” My arm raised and sent a discharge of deadly magic his way. Osprey evaded it; however, when he stood back up, his eyes were white, the same as mine. He parried the attack with one of his own, surprising both the entity inside of me and myself. “Impossible. There is no other half-blood left in this world. The last one was killed hundreds of years ago by the Faiths.”

The private investigator's name has to stay secret, or this crazy, dangerous man will kill him with the snap of his finger. I glared at him, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Or maybe you forgot who I am, I am Cattleya Sullivan, the heiress! So, if you do something to me, you’re going to jail…” He slammed on the brakes abruptly, causing me to gasp in shock as I lurched forward.

A girl like her, who cannot complain. “Uncle… come with me!” “This is my promise to your father.” Wilhelm told her. “Leave Askavan and head to the Territory of the Wolves. And then find the Auctioneer. Tell him the time has come for him to return his favor to the Reiss Knight.” Cataleia clenched her jaw and rowed as fast as she could, afraid to lose her promise with her uncle. She never dared to look back at the bloody battle behind her. The sound of dancing swords causing sharp friction against steel and steel caused the girl to shut her eyes even more. She curled into a ball and embraced her leg as the boat rowed away.