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

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)

He had won. He finally had her isolated in his territory. For weeks, she had run her multi-billion-dollar chess games from the high-security executive suites of her glass tower, surrounded by bodyguards, board members, and predators like Zane Castille. She had treated him like an assistant, a dog on a leash, keeping him at a distance. But tonight, the Grandfather's brutal, calculated ultimatum had stripped away her defenses, trapping her in the one place she could not escape. They stepped out of the Maybach under the massive umbrellas held by the estate's personal guards, walking into the grand, echoing marble foyer.

The title read: Trial of the Twelve: The Fall of the First Council. As the figure turned, moonlight revealed her face. Not Alessia. Not Juliana Moretti. But a third heir. One no one saw coming. She smiled. And said softly to the shadows: “It’s time they remembered the true heir to the blood throne.”

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.

I was also going to show off mine in her face. Without letting go of Tristan's hold, I took a step closer to her, and narrowed my eyes at her. I was sure she could see my serious, fierce, and angry look. I wanted her to take note of it so badly. ''You're trying to run your mouth about the family you came from,'' I started slowly, kissing my teeth in the process, ''Have you heard of the powerful Winters family?'' seeing the confused look on her face, I continued, ''Go and make your research about them, and then come back to talk to me. I'm the first and only heiress of the family,''

“The moment I survived.” Her presence sharpens. Clearer now. Closer. “I watched you,” she continues. “Watched you defy fate. Watch you choose love over order.” “And?” I demand. “And I decided the heir belongs with me.” The words land like a blade. “He is not an object,” I growled. “No,” she agrees. “He is a key.” My hands curl into fists. “You don’t get to claim him.” “I already have,” she says calmly. “He belongs to me.”

she whispered and he smiled, a smug and satisfied look. “You would really get them back for me?” Adrian asked her and she shrugged. “I love you, it is the least I can do. I will make sure they pay,” she muttered and he nodded, he didn’t doubt her for a second. She was almost as sinister as he, if he got the story right, rumors had circulated that she had climbed a friend to obtain the little stardom and position in society she had. Cassandra Monroe, soon to be Hales, was the queen of sabotage here and he didn’t doubt her if she said she would get them back.

I questioned, staring at her with hand folded together as I watched her battled with words. "It wouldn't have been my problem if you didn't decided to chase after someone else. Especially when he's mine. My man." She spatted out in agitation. I watched her in amusement as she claimed someone that didn't even ask her out. "You're the one dreaming here, Kath. Obviously Daniel can't be your man, he never proposed to you so what right do you have to claim something that isn't yours yet? You went about, making fuss about something you don't have right about.

If she tries to take it from me, I will destroy her. I’ve spent too long building this mask to let it slip now. When my parents look at me, they see the daughter they raised. When society looks at me, they see the flawless Black heiress. When Lucas looks at me, he will see his future wife. And when Hannah looks at me? I will smile at her, hug her, whisper “welcome home” while quietly tightening the noose

My mother-in-law stood in the doorway of what was supposed to be my home, looking at me like I was dirt on her expensive shoes. "He'll be here," I said quietly, even though we both knew I was lying. Margaret laughed, the sound was cold and cruel. "My son is working late with Victoria. You know, someone actually important? Someone who understands business? Not some nobody he picked up from God knows where." My fingers tightened around my phone. I wanted to scream that I understood business better than Victoria ever could, that I could buy and sell the Blackwell family fortune ten times over, that I was Elena Sterling, hidden heiress to Sterling Global, one of the largest corporations in the c