The Outcast Heiress's Last Stand นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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

she said. "Yup," I replied. "She's an heiress. And it turned out that she looks exactly like me." "Omigosh, really?" she exclaimed with wide eyes. "Yeah…" I said. "One thing led to another, and now I have to be Isabella Domitia while she runs off to happily ever after with her boyfriend." 'Actually, I doubt it's going to be happily ever after,' I thought, thinking of how untrustworthy Elijah was. "But that's where it gets crazy," I added.

“That’s not what happened. If what you say is true, if the will was falsified, then why all the conditions? Why come and live with us, why not take it all in a heartbeat?” Maria narrows her eyes at me, looking victorious, like she knows all the secrets of the world. “Why not? They needed time to pin it all on you, didn’t they? To make you look like the villain right when you let your guard down the second you invited her in your bed. And with you gone, she becomes the only heir to the riches.” “And give them all to someone else?” “Just think about it. Who in their right mind travel half the world on a promise of an inheritance that might not even exist?”

He just stood there, staring at me across the crowded ballroom with an expression of complete devastation. The girl he'd thrown away, the wife he'd neglected and humiliated, the woman he'd told would never find anyone better, was Isabella Morrison. Granddaughter of Alexander Morrison. Heir to one of the largest fortunes in the country. One of the most powerful women in New York. And he'd let me go without a fight. The applause finally died down and I sat back down, accepting congratulations from the people at my table with grace and poise I'd learned from watching my brothers navigate society. But I was hyperaware of the Wei family table, of the chaos I knew was happening there.

It was just her name, and yet it made me freeze. “What about her?” I said, playing dumb. “She’s interesting.” Immediately, I raised a brow. “She’s just a stripper.” Alpha Ryker chuckled. “Is that what you think?” Hmmm… yeah. My brows pulled together. “She’s nothing special. Poor, desperate, and lowlife bitch. I said with so much hate written in my voice. He kept his gaze on me. I’ve seen her file.” “And she’s not poor,” he said casually, sipping his drink. “She’s an heiress. Last living descendant of the Castellano bloodline, the late Castellano.”

"Find out everything. Who she is, how she ended up half-naked at my hotel entrance, and who put that bruise on her face." Julian’s fingers flew across his phone, tapping into their private intelligence network. Within minutes, his expression turned from bewildered to completely grim. "I found her," Julian whispered, turning back to face Killian. "She is Valerie Hart. She just signed her divorce papers tonight. Damian Vance threw her out into the storm to make room for Petra Lee. They froze her accounts, stripped her of her family inheritance shares, and forced her out with absolutely nothing." Killian’s jaw tightened, his eyes darkening into dangerous, icy slits. "The Vance family."