The Perfect Heiress: It's My Turn To Claim Everything นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Everything in me feels locked, tense, the sorrow of having just lost someone dear to me battling with the anger and the feeling of betrayal and helplessness because he’s not around anymore for me to confront him. “What’s not permanent?” I finally ask even though I don’t really care right now. “The will,” she drags with a heavy sigh and pauses, waiting for me to catch up. When I don’t react, she continues. “The girl has to come and stay here for a year and only then can she inherit the hacienda. If she refuses, or leaves for more than a week before the time is up, it goes back to you.” Now that makes me stop and finally lift my eyes to her. My breath catches in my throat and my vision narrows

"Iris is moving to my private estate immediately. Her safety and her transition into her rightful place begin tonight." Beside the double doors, Madam Paisley leaned heavily on her wooden cane, her face pale and stunned. She was still reeling from the shocking revelation that the orphan maid she had ordered around for months was actually the sole heiress to the Cooper empire. I looked around but I couldn't find Eliana. Maybe she has gone to her room. She's my sister now, there's no avoiding her, except she doesn't want me.

Everything Heat crawled up my neck. "I'm not some pet you can control Adrian. " "No, " he said smoothly, "you're worse. You're a spoiled heiress who only comes crawling when her perfect little world comes comes crashing down. And that makes me wonder, princess how far are you really willing to go to get what you want?" The words stung, but I refused to flinch. I had walked into this bar knowing he'd make me bleed. "I'll give you what you want if you give me what I need.

The last thing I remembered was my stepmother handing me a cup of coffee and wishing me good morning with a broad smile on her face. I never knew that behind that smile was a plan. And that plan is exactly where I am now. Leila took a step closer and crouched, her face now inches from mine. “I won't lie, Grace,” she whispered mockingly. “You were something back then. The golden girl, the perfect one. Everyone wanted to be you. But look at you now.” Her eyes scanned me from head to toe like I was filth. “This is what happens to people who don’t know their place.”

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.

she said and paused "The winner of this task is already known to us since I called everyone's income out and so, Mitchell Campbell is the new heiress to the Campbell's properties" she announced "What?!! That's not possible grandma! How can you allow her to rule over us? You know how grumpy she is already. If you make her the heiress, she will be so full of herself and won't have regard for anyone" John said "I never mentioned attitude when I gave you the tasks. Mitchell won this so you have to accept her as the heiress and put in your best next time" Grandma said

At the bottom of the last page, her name was scrawled in fresh ink: Isabella Laurent – The Final Heir. Below it: To protect or to reign? Only she may choose. She shut the book. Her breath caught, heart pounding. “This is what Valerie wants,” she said. “This legacy. This power.” Alexander nodded. “But it was always meant to be yours.” “No,” she said, voice low. “It was meant to end.” She turned away from the pedestal, the words burning into her memory. “I don’t want power over people. I just want truth.” Alexander stepped close, placing his hands gently on her arms. “Then that’s what we take. The truth. Nothing else.”

This was it. The moment I could back out. Walk away. Runaway back to Hongkong and start over. But then I remembered his promise…. “You’ll see her grave, Elena. You’ll have your mother’s truth.” My fists clenched under the bouquet. That was the deal. Marry the monster……Destroy him from inside…..Then finally, finally get the life I deserved. The priest’s voice snapped me back. “Do you, Elena Reed, take Adrian Blackthorne to be your lawfully wedded husband….”

My heart remained a solid block of ice. "It is just a cheap show," I said flatly. "He needs to play the tragic, heartbroken widower for the cameras. It builds the perfect stage. He wants the public to pity him so he can finally put his precious savior in my place and legally give Jennifer the ring tonight." Kingsley let out a cold scoff, taking a sip of his whiskey. "Are you ready to crush this piece of garbage?" I looked down at my custom red silk dress. It hugged my figure, radiating power and absolute wealth. I was no longer the weak, desperate girl crying in a cheap beige cardigan. I was the heiress of the Merrick family.

My face tightened. “Nothing Sir,” he replied, his face straightening now. “This would look good on you, sir.” My hands reached for the tie hanging in his hand. “Let me do it,” he stepped forward. As he fastened the tie around my collar, my mind raced. Tonight was all about Ava Thorne, the heiress, who was going to be announced publicly and I had to make a good impression. She had clawed her way back from the grave and everyone who caused her pain should get ready to suffer the consequences.