Romans & histoires The Perfect Heiress: It's My Turn To Claim Everything

With all courage I gently said, "I am Celestine Duke, the Heiress of Vamparia, please let me enter the heart of the palace." Sweat was dropping on the floor where I was standing, and the door unexpectedly opened after a few seconds, giving me shivers. The light that comes from the room has blinded my eye, and I'm reawakening my expectations, hoping that this time I won't be disappointed, and would receive a gift.

the Don snapped back. "No, Papa. you are doing this for the sake of the brotherhood and your stupid pride. None of this is for me.” She angrily stood up then walked towards the window. City lights flicker and the sight leaves a longing hole inside her heart. She was always a good daughter, but she was never enough. "I want to rule the brotherhood," she said with such intensity in her voice. “I tried my best to be Miss number one in the Academy, and I have proven countless times to you that I can do it. Besides, you promised me, Papa! I gave you everything and you assured me that I will be your only heiress. Do you still remember what you did to me when I was sixteen?”

He missed her scent, the soothing and sensual mix of floral, amber and vanilla which always subtly seduced him. Most of all, he really missed tasting those juicy, plump lips of her. No, scratch that, he wanted to taste her everywhere and mark her at places only he could see. As he was thinking of her, he heard a knock on his office door. “Come in.” He said from the inside. The door opened and his secretary, Hector entered the room with a young woman beside him. “Sir, this is the new secretary who’s going to take my place for two weeks while I’m taking my paternity leave.” The young woman entered the room and greeted Dion.

"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.

I held back my tears and shouted defiantly, "Skyrise Group belongs to Grandma. I'm the real heiress of the company!" Bang! Before I could catch my breath, Bobby smashed my head against the glass wall again. He continued shouting furiously. "Cindy, quit dreaming. I already gave Skyrise Group to Tina as her wedding gift last year. Whoever marries her will inherit the company!" His words sent a wave of shock through the entire crowd. Everyone's eyes lit up as they stared at Tina. At that moment, a commanding voice came from behind me. "Bobby, I dare you to say that again. Who did you just claim is the heiress of Skyrise Group?"

Before Her Heir. Sienna’s breath caught. “Her Heir,” she whispered. Harvey’s face paled. “No. No, Sienna, you don’t understand. It’s not just about the bloodline. It’s what you’re meant to do with it. You’re not just the heir... you are the one who will either break the curse or become its next victim.” Sienna looked at the journal again, her heart racing. The final words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain: Her Heir. Her destiny had just been laid bare before her, and she had no idea how to stop the storm that was about to break.

The perfect illusion. The perfect false heiress.

Isabella's smile widened. “She has been the definition of a perfect daughter, beautiful, intelligent, and the exact replica of her father. Which is why, on her 25th birthday, I want to publicly say that Isabella Moretti is and would be the only heir that I've got.” My father concluded and the crowd cheered loudly. I turned to go back to my room before the tears came again when I suddenly bumped into a wall, except it wasn't exactly a wall. I stumbled back and almost fell, I looked up with a little frown but froze instead.

Chaewon said, voice hollow. He stared at her. “What?” “She’s wearing a harness under the gown,” Chaewon whispered. “A decoy bump.” “She’s not pregnant,” Jian said. “She’s buying time.” Chaewon’s gaze darkened. “She’s building a narrative. Softening the world. The heiress who ran. The mother who returns. She’s about to take my story and repackage it for an empire.” “Why now?” “She’s activating her inheritance,” Chaewon replied. “Because someone just confirmed it was never me.”

My heart raced as I drew closer. “Behold! The key to unlocking your true potential as the Heiress of the moon!” She proclaimed, unclipping the hinge of the box, pulling it open. A blinding silverlight sparkled from it, making me wince. “What the hell!”