The Perfect Heiress: It's My Turn To Claim Everything Novels & Stories

"Tomorrow is going to be perfect. You've worked too hard for it not to be." I nodded and followed him downstairs, acutely aware that he was watching me, studying my every move, looking for signs that I was hiding something. Which I was. But he didn't need to know that. Not yet. Tomorrow, everything would be different. Tomorrow, he would find out that the woman he had taken and claimed as his own was actually an heiress. That she was powerful in ways he had never even imagined. That she had been planning this the entire time. And I didn’t know how he was going to react or how I was going to face him after that.

She couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding as he began to speak. "I hope you all have enjoyed this gathering," Hao Xiang begins, his eyes sweeping across the room. "Today is indeed a special day, as it marks the beginning of a new chapter for our family. My lovely grandchild Sarah, and my heiress is here." Cynthia clearly shows irritation with the word “heiress,” so she leans over to whisper to her daughter Arlene. Their hushed voices were barely audible, but Sarah could sense a mixture of excitement and curiosity in their demeanor.

It was made to commemorate their collaborative brand's first appearance at Plavas Fashion Week. Hearing that only made Emily's eyes burn red with hatred. "The dress honestly looks pretty average." She came close to my ear, her voice low and sinister, sounding like a hissing snake. "But if it's yours, I just have to take it." The next second, she adopted a pitiful, tearful tone. Tilting her head, she threw herself into Derek's arms. "Derek, everyone says I'm a fake heiress and that I don't deserve anything…"

She rushed towards the door and pushed it widely until she was inside the empty apartment completely. “What’s this?” she queried while looking around. Her face contorted as her eyes landed on the blanket and pillows scattered on the ground. “Is this your place? Are you just just pretending to be an heiress?” she scowled at her. Margaux didn’t know what was running in her mind. She might think she was really poor and an orphan like they believed she was when she married Hendrix. But she had no plan to correct her at all. Her ignorance will be her bliss and humiliation at the same time.

After settling a dispute involving the family's overseas shipping routes, I boarded the Royal, a gambling cruise ship bound for Sicellia, with the family's confidential ledgers and handover documents. I kept a low profile, intending to complete the handover without drawing any attention. Antonio Greco, the family's longtime butler, had reserved a penthouse suite with panoramic ocean views for me. However, just as I finished checking in, an unfamiliar woman pushed open the door and strode inside. "I want this room. Pack your things and get out." I held up my booking confirmation. "The reservation is under my name. Breaking into someone else's room and demanding they leave hardly seems

Perfection wasn't a habit; it was compulsion. At the airport, a security agent waved him past the queue, eyes skittering away from his face. Nathan’s reputation preceded him: the 34-year-old who’d outmaneuvered Shell in Jakarta, who’d turned down Forbes interviews, who’d never once been photographed with a drink in hand. The Vanguard heir didn’t “relax”. He optimized.

My blood. I turned to my father, Alpha Theron, desperate for him to step in, to stop this madness. His tall figure loomed beside me, his presence always commanding. Surely, he would defend me, I thought. Surely, he would put Elias in his place and call of this whole thing. But instead, he pulled me behind him like I was an embarrassment. I nearly hit the ground. “From this day forward,” my father’s voice boomed, carrying over the chaos, “Anette will take Estelle’s place as heir. She will be the one to marry Elias and inherit my position.”

“By any means possible.” Her words curled like smoke around me, and I felt the satisfaction ignite deep inside. “Everything,” I repeated softly, savoring the promise. “Everything.” She leaned back, her smile turning cruel. “And who knows? Perhaps getting your heir from her at the same time wouldn’t be such a bad idea. She’s the legitimate Kade heiress, married or not. Imagine it: her child, carrying your blood, your name. An heir who would be both Kade and Bomer. The ultimate claim.”

she stuttered, her voice shaking, hands trembling so hard she knocked over her water glass. Water spilled all over Margaret's designer shoes. No one moved to clean it. I tilted my head, watching her. "Why?" I asked calmly, looking at her as if I were watching a clown perform in a circus. "Why should I turn it off?" I took a slow step toward her. "Isn't this your masterpiece? You should be proud. Three years, Tiffany. Three years you painted yourself as a princess with my family's money." She backed away, bumping into the conference table.

"I’ve always known that. I know you don’t really like me." "That’s not..." "You look at me like I'm a chore you're forced to complete. And I know you probably disliked me even before you met me," she continued, her voice shaking despite her effort to keep it steady. "Because of what you might have read about me, What people said 'The rebellious heiress'. I know you had your opinion formed already." His jaw tightened. He looked at her for just a brief moment, something unreadable flickering across his eyes. He didn't offer a defense or an explanation, he just turned back toward the door.