The Outcast Heiress's Last Stand Novels & Stories

“I hate false advertising.” Their kiss was slow, fierce, desperate—not passion for pleasure, but survival. When they pulled apart, Damian rested his forehead against hers. “I won’t lose you.” She met his gaze. “Then don’t.” THE ENEMY REVEALS ITSELF Elsewhere, Claire Whitman watched the chaos unfold on multiple screens. “Good,” she murmured. “Let them panic.” A man stepped beside her. “The heir is active.” She smiled. “Then the final phase begins.”

Flourish could only pray that wherever she was, she was safe enough to stay hidden… until they could reach her first. Kate had just stepped out of her lecture hall, her bag strapped over her right shoulder, books in hand, elbow pointed, her phone buzzing non-stop as students around her gossiped in hushed voices about the latest news, the news that had now spread like wildfire across Philadelphia and beyond: Oswald Dino Escobar, the ruthless billionaire, was offering a handsome reward for whoever found his missing maid, Orlanda Grimes.

I closed my eyes, savoring this happiness that was soaked in blood yet incredibly secure. The drama of the real and fake heiress had finally ended in my total victory. This is my ending. It isn't a fairy tale. But I am the one and only Mrs. D'Angelo, the Queen of the underworld. (The End)

Returning for a second foray she picked up the Clarice Cliff ornaments the old woman had loved and she hated but knew they were valuable so they were stuffed in her suitcase too. She did not get out of the door, two burly security guards stopped her and took the case from her she was furious when Beresford went through it removing the priceless jewellery, ‘These belong to Lady Alcina the heir to the Estate and not you Annabella, leave now and I will not report the theft to the police.’ She was escorted from the castle to her Clio car, gazing enviously at the Rolls and limousine parked nearby she scowled, ‘All of this was hers by right and she would find a way to get it back from that little

“Bro, remember the Voice of the Night we saw yesterday? Guess whose car that was?” Hindi man lang siya nilingon ni Gabe. “Definitely not yours.” “Exactly! It’s Luna’s the Valencia heiress herself!” Saglit na natahimik si Gabe. Naalala niya ang maliit na batang babaeng minsang naghatid kay Miguel noon sa eskwela, maliit, masayahin, at palaging may dala-dalang candy. Ngayon, nineteen na, confident, successful, at muli nilang makakasama.

"It is necessary and even vital, to set standards for your life and the people you allow in it." -Mandy Hale- *** “You’re finally here, Gilda! I have been waiting for you!” Lysandra rushed to her side and hugged her. As expected, that woman was still as enthusiastic as she remembered. Prevously, they had decided to meet up at Lysandra’s studio. It was her private studio where she designed and created some of the more exclusive fine jewelries since she didn’t trust anyone else to do the job for her.

All he wanted was to avoid watching her exchange those flirty glances with Alex, but Evangeline just had to use this chance to spring a nasty surprise on him! He fought to keep his emotions from boiling over. Walter had a plan brewing. He would do whatever it took to make sure that family heirloom bracelet stayed on Evangeline's wrist. With the outcome pretty much in the bag, Walter allowed himself to relax and shot a sly look at Minnie. "Ms. Kast, that's a pretty dress you've got on. How about if you lose, you strip it off and hand it over to Evangeline, deal?" All eyes swiveled to Minnie.

“So what do I do?” He looked at me, voice low and firm. “You outsmart her. You outlast her. And when the dust clears, you’ll still be standing. But not if you keep playing defense.” I nodded slowly. I would not go quietly. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That night, the press exploded with headlines: SIERRA MONTROSE: THE RIGHTFUL HEIR RETURNS MONTROSE LAWYERS SWITCH ALLEGIANCE…..“THE LEGACY BEGINS ANEW” ELENA CREST: FALLEN QUEEN OR FIGHTING PHOENIX?

“The only thing the law enforcement officers have managed to recover is her vehicle which was found abandoned at the end of a close street, her bodyguards were nowhere to be seen and her driver dead behind the wheels.” Axel finished reading as he dropped the phone in shock, his eyes widening staring in the distance. Maribel picked up the phone. “There is a 1 million dollar prize for whoever manages to find the heiress.” She read out as she scrolled further hoping to seek for more information. “Esmeralda Gonzalez is the last born child of—.” Axel quickly grabbed his phone stopping her from reading further as he stood up hurrying towards the front entrance. “Axel.” Maribel stood up too going a