The Outcast Heiress's Last Stand Novels & Stories

Then he exclaimed, “Fifty million going once? Fifty million going twice, fifty million going thrice!- Congratulations! This pretty lady in a silver dress will now be the possessor of this set of jewelry.” Many people had joined the bidding, but only one winner emerged. No one could believe their eyes or ears, especially Lucas Harrison and the girl sitting beside him who looked ghastly pale. “No way! She can't afford that money.” “But she just did! Who exactly is she?” “Oh, she's Heidi. Heidi Olsen. How could they think that they could contend with the wealthiest heiress in Phoenix City?” The man who spoke was the same middle-aged man who just uncovered Heidi's identity.

A voiceover filled the room — crisp, cold, the tone of a news anchor: “Former socialite Genevieve Hale, also known as Genevieve Lancaster, accused of arson, embezzlement, and attempted murder, was sentenced to twenty-five years in prison after the Rosehill Orphanage fire left multiple casualties—” Gasps rippled through the ballroom. Another clip. Me — screaming behind bars, my hair tangled, my face a mask of rage. Then another — grainy footage of me being dragged into a police car. “After a daring escape three years ago, Hale remains one of France’s most wanted fugitives…” “No,” I whispered. The words caught in my throat as the next headline blazed across the massive screen: “Rose de Montcla

She turned back to the blueprints, exhaling slowly. The final battle was about to begin. And only one queen would remain standing. Paris, France – Marcella’s Last Stand Marcella stood on the balcony of her penthouse, the city stretched before her. She had built this empire from nothing. And now, Isabella was trying to take it all away. Her phone buzzed. She glanced down. A single message from an unknown number. “The end is coming.” Marcella’s grip tightened. Let them come. Because she wasn’t going down without a fight.

He said that there is more toil. "What do you need from me?" Saint promised weakly. "We want your power! Your position! And your wealth. And Deus wants to know where the hell is the mafia heiress." Mafia Heiress? Savienna is the real mafia heiress. But I am still claiming it as me because that's what they thought too. "Okay, I got what I wanted. Now I need to erase you to keep your mouth shut." Because of what Saint said, I saw a strange fear that enveloped Gayle's entire being.

Until finally— The last letter. The last one he had kept. Her hands trembled as she opened it. It was shorter than the others. Only one sentence. If you try to leave me, I will take everything from you. Vivienne’s breath hitched. Everything. She dropped into the chair behind his desk. Her father hadn’t controlled Margaux. Margaux had controlled him. Her hands covered her mouth. He hadn’t been protecting his empire. He had been trapped inside it. A soft sound broke the silence.

Prince Landon still hadn’t come but I had survived without him— barely, but barely would have to do. I started stumbling towards the doors now while the audience started to boo me. They weren’t happy that I came out as the winner and not the dead slave girl. I guess they’re not fans of plot twists. Well, I’m a fan. **Ivanka, Abasha, the Queen, Taka, Balizar... (Slavegirl gang leader; Off the list.) ** “You could have died today.” The Hencher mistress said as she patched me up. We were in my room at the Slavers Quarters where the Hencher Mistress had brought me to sew up my wounds and treat me.

“Not only did you cheat on me, Dane. You chased me across cities to ruin my life again. How did you think you'll be able to win? How do you think you'll be able to ruin my life and everything I want to build again?! I'm an Heiress, I don't back down or allow someone like you to ruin me. I'm not defeated easily but instead you're the one who would suffer the humiliation of your deeds Dane. I have a husband now….an empire that I'm building and I won't allow you to ruin me …not now or ever!” Lisa could see blood draining from his face and wish she could do more to pay him back from the pain he had caused her. “And since you have nothing to do here, you can take your leave!” She gestured to th

Below the stage, Nick and my stepmother stood slack-jawed, the color draining from their faces until they looked cadaverous. The hall, which had been stunned into silence a moment before, now erupted into a roar. "Oh my God—what play is this? Who is the real heiress?" "Jessica is the true heiress? She's been treated so unfairly!" "The Wheaton family is monstrous—using their daughter as a bargaining chip and treasuring an impostor?" Amid the chaos, I lifted the microphone. "Carrie." Carrie whipped her head toward me, eyes blazing. "There's one more thing in the box."

She knew this wasn’t over. I stayed in the alley long after she was gone. My hand flexed at my side, remembering the feel of her elbow. The curse pulsed angrily, but for the first time in a long time, the loneliness inside my chest felt a little less sharp. She was mine. She just didn’t know it yet. I pulled out my phone and made the call. “Find her address. The woman from the gala. Jasmine Trivett. And prepare the proxy. Tonight.”

As Maddox’s PA, she had every right to stay here. The woman took an aggressive stance, shoving Iris backward repeatedly. “Are you going to throw me out, huh? Do you know who I am? I’m Lucille Hartley, the sole heiress of the Hartley fortune. One phone call is all I have to make to wipe out your existence from Maddox’s life. Leave my man alone or you won’t live to regret it.”