Novel & Cerita The Outcast Heiress's Last Stand

And although he refuses to sit at the same table as me, Klen prefers standing by my side as he begins to answer most of my queries about Claudette Silverstone. From my conversation with Klen, I am able to discover that I am indeed reborn again and at the same time, the clock moves backwards into five years before my engagement with Matteo. And that is the time before Matteo and I even met each other. I also learn that Claudette is the last living Silverstone across Anacortes, and she also happens to be the last heiress of the Silver Moon Pack. If my memory serves me right, back in the present time, the Silver Moon pack was considered an extinct pack after the rest of them got infected by an

Meg stepped forward, her eyes ablaze with righteous fury. Silence consumed the office, and officer Gabby was left in a state of dilemma. He once heard that the heiress of the Song family is heartless and cold. Could he risk his life just for a cheap penny? “Didn't you hear her?” Enzo yelled dangerously. “I… I….he stammered. He felt his gut wrench as Enzo snapped his fingers. And before you know it. Hefty, dangerous men walked in. “I will speak, I will speak”. He could feel his own ragged breathing as he pleaded silently.

I focus my gaze before me and inhale a deep breath. “Honestly, I hope that’s the case.” I slowly slide the flashlight upwards—I spot a floating, fiery orb in the distance. I move reflexively and shoot my arm across Atticus’s chest, jarring us both to a standstill. A flaming orb blinks into existence growing in size with every heartbeat, flickering, flaring. A feminine silhouette skulks out of the darkness, rising from the ocean of black. Each step chilling and gradual, posture rigid. Hilda.

he called as softly as he could and got their attention when he got closer. Dean was surprised to see him. But he can't hide his happiness. He misses him after a week of not seeing him. He misses Sean terribly. "Bun, you're here! When did you arrive? Why didn't you tell me?" he exclaims happily using his pet name for him for the first time since they made up. Employees that are present at the lobby stare at their boss in astonishment. But what got their attention more is Sean’s presence. Sean, the infamous heir of Chairman Stuart Williams. The eldest son of the Williams. The heir of the Empire Group of Companies. The lost prince.

They moved with unnatural grace, their presence alone sending a chill through the pack. The First Heir’s smile deepened. “My brothers and sisters have come.” My heart pounded fiercely in my chest. The ancient heirs—the ones who had been wiped from history—were alive. And now, they stood before us. Damien growled, muscles coiling like a spring ready to unleash. “We’ll fight them all.” I gripped the Queen’s Fang tighter, its blade pulsing with light as if sensing the rising danger. “Then we have no choice.” The eldest of the cloaked figures stepped forward. Her eyes glowed with a terrifying light, a cruel and ancient power that seemed to warp the very air around her. “You trespass on sacred gr

In three days, Damien would know the truth. Part of me was terrified. What if seeing him again hurt? What if I wasn't as over him as I thought? But another part of me, the stronger part, couldn't wait. Because I wasn't the invisible woman anymore. I was Elena Sterling. CEO. Heiress. And I was about to remind everyone exactly what that meant. My phone buzzed with a message from Adrian. Adrian: Final guest list approved. The Blackwells are seated front and center. They'll have the best view of your announcement.

"I'll get your usual caramel latte with extra whip, right?" I smiled, she remembered. "Yeah." Natalie hurried off, returning minutes later with my drink and a giant blueberry muffin. "On the house," she said, plopping into the chair across from me. "Now SPILL. How does a billionaire heiress end up working a normal job and hiding her identity?" I took a sip of the latte perfect, as always before sighing. "Long story." "We've got time," Natalie said, propping her chin on her hands.

“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