Novel & Cerita The Outcast Heiress's Last Stand

His lips quivered as he opened his mouth. “Y…you…a...are…” He stuttered and looked scared. “Summer Astley.” She cleared his doubt and placed her finger on the trigger, about to shoot him any second. All the hostages were shocked and looked at each other's faces. The girl standing in front of them was Summer Astley, the only heir of the Astley family. And it just meant that the tigress was back in the game to conquer her kingdom when no one had expected it to happen for their name was last heard almost 7 years ago.

Lila stood in the center of the master suite, her eyes fixed on the leather-bound folder resting on the nightstand, the deed to a private island, a kingdom in her name. For years, she had been a ghost in her own life, wearing Linda’s discarded rags and carrying a debt that wasn't hers to pay. Now, she had everything. She had a man who had dismantled an entire dynasty just to keep her safe, a man who looked at her as if she were the only thing in the world that held any value.

“You think you can use me.” “I don’t need to use you. I’m giving you what you want.” He tilted his head. “And what’s in it for me, besides the satisfaction of watching her crumble?” “Oh, I don’t know…” Siara whispered as she stepped closer, brushing her hand over his chest. “The Castillo name. The last of it. Nirvana’s still heir to whatever scraps are left of that empire. We take her out completely…no more legacy, no more claim, nothing.”

Eynas assisted his queen in her seat. Astra put her face to his face. She looked at him and smiled. "I'm fine" she mumbled and turned her redhead in front of her broods. "Let's welcome, the first heiress of the Erasmus Kingdom!" She growls. "And I declare war among dragons and humans! We will restore our dragon power, the Heart of Magic from them! Scream for me! Scream!" Astra made an extreme growl and all of them made a rumbling sound.

But the burn didn’t ease the knot in his chest. The news flashed on TV. “In breaking news, the missing Hartman heiress has been found alive after twenty-three years…” Adrian froze. The screen showed Evelyn stepping from a black car, surrounded by cameras. “She’s the missing Hartman heiress,” he whispered. Charlotte paled. “That’s impossible.” Adrian barely heard her. Every cruel word he’d thrown at Evelyn echoed in his head. He’d called her a gold digger, said she didn’t belong. Now she was the richest woman in New York.

DARANA “Don't forget Rana, your main focus should be on Caliste Titterington and nothing else. We can't afford to mess this up”. Gemma’s firm voice filtered through the invisible Bluetooth device in my ear. “Got it” I muttered as my eyes scanned the crowd for the woman in particular. She was standing at the center in a green glittering dress that was hard to miss. Caliste Titterington. Queen of the Titterington empire as people liked to call her. Our latest victim.

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.

"Her last base is A fully automated command ship. A mobile fortress." Damien's jaw tightened. “Natalia.” The Final Stand Before anybody could say anything, the emergency communications system in the safehouse crackled to life, sending harsh, poisonous laughter through the static-filled air. "Did you believe you could hide for all time? Natalia Sharp, icy, and brimming with ruthless delight was her voice. "Even though you managed to stop the drones, you've already lost." With a startling flash of red, the flickering displays showed a countdown timer:

Anya shouted, "Hazel, come quick! Someone's fighting!" "No way. This is Nine Courts. Who'd start a fight here?" Hazel didn't believe it at first, until she came out to see for herself. She was shocked. There was a fight, and it was between two unbelievably gorgeous women. Zeke was behind the heiresses, and he couldn't take his eyes off the fighting ladies. 'They're gorgeous! The heiresses are trolls compared to them! Wait a minute. I know one of them!' The heiresses noticed that a moment later. "Wait, that's Ms. Stanton!"

And this time, she didn't offer blood. She commanded it. The runes flared. Her voice rose like thunder. “By right of blood, by the first flame, I claim what was mine before the fall. I am Alya Roth—last heir of the old line. And I will not be tested by ghosts.” The masked figure staggered. The air cracked like ice. And the shadows dissolved. --- Lucien collapsed, breath returning. Alya caught him, the sword clattering to the stone beside them. He looked up at her, still shaking. “You shouldn’t have been able to do that.”