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

His grip was tight, anger radiating off him. I yanked my hand free, taking a step back to avoid him. My eyes moved to her—the woman in the strapless dress who was supposed to be marrying the man who’d destroyed me. She met my gaze with a smug smile, like she didn’t have a care in the world, like nothing I could say or do would crack her perfect little world. It only made me angrier. Turning toward the crowd, I let my voice carry as I swung my gaze back to Roy. “Did you think you could knock me up and then marry another bitch?”

The questions gnawed at me, but I forced myself to focus on the task at hand—stopping Emily and Jessica. My daughter’s voice broke through my thoughts. “Turn left here, Auntie Sarah!” she directed, her small finger pointing at the map. Sarah followed her instructions without hesitation, the car weaving through the less crowded back roads. My hands trembled slightly as I applied the last touches of mascara. I took a deep breath, glancing at my reflection in the car mirror. Gone was the scared, broken girl from six years ago. I had transformed myself—physically, mentally, and professionally. I was no longer the weak victim. I was Susan Davidson, the rightful heir to the Davidson Corporation.

*************** I was woken up by the chirping of birds and the relentless buzzing of my phone. The sun, which had set from the east, almost blinded my face, causing my vision to become blurred. Upon picking up my phone, I almost lost my balance when I saw the news headline. THE HEIRESS OF THE LANCASTER GROUP, NOW MRS. REID HAS BEEN CAUGHT IN BED WITH ANOTHER MAN JUST AFTER THE DEATH OF HER HUSBAND’S GRANDMOTHER. WHAT COULD BE HAPPENING? I quickly got out of bed and made my way towards the bathroom. Searching for Alex, but to no avail.

“Said I was different.” “ I don’t blame her,” he drawled. “She was unforgettable. Champagne, red heels, that little cage dance ,yeah. We had our moment.” Alana’s voice cracked as she tried to scream, “He’s lying!” but the room was already drowning in shock. “ I never—!” Alana screamed, but the Elders waved for silence, it felt like it was her against the world. Casimir shrugged. “Guess she said that to all of us, huh? But still I know for a fact that the child is mine.”

"Oh, Grandma, I don't want to take anything from anyone. I never asked for any of this." "Of course you didn't, sweet child," Abigail purrs. "That's what makes you so deserving. You have grace, humility, proper breeding. Everything a true heiress should possess." I notice the way servants place elaborate dishes in front of everyone else but hesitate near me. The food looks exquisite, perfectly prepared, yet I don't reach for anything. My hands remain in my lap, my posture perfect and my expression serene. Vivienne doesn't bother with subtlety.

Every question, a thread I could tug. And then I uncovered the truth about her wealth. Not her current situation—fragile, a mirage—but the origins, the legacy she came from. Billion-dollar holdings. Property in three continents. Investments no one outside her family could touch. Old-money names whispered in boardrooms like sacred chants. She wasn’t the vulnerable woman Damon believed her to be. She was a queen hidden in rags. I could almost see Damon’s confusion now: he had loved her for what he thought was innocence, for what he thought was a delicate need. What would he feel when he realized the delicate woman he adored had claws, teeth, and a kingdom of her own?

I felt like a new being, the usual cold breeze now turned hot on my skin. “Silver!” a familiar voice called. This could only be one person. I darted my eyes to confirm my doubts. It was Amelia. Of course, she was. Wrapped in a golden-colored gown that fitted her curvy frame, her golden hair pinned like a crown around her cruel, perfect face. She was her mother’s favorite. The pack’s pride. The heir to everything I had never been allowed to dream of. “I am sorry for keeping you waiting.” “Still alive?” she said, sipping from the silver tea cup she was holding, as if it offended her that I still drew breathe.

They chorused, but I didn’t flinch or spare a glance at them. “I am the rightful owner of this throne.” My voice came, powerful, intimidating and fierce. They exchanged glances at each other. Kayla laughed. “You? The rightful owner? That throne has always been reserved for the most powerful of them all and tonight, it’s the Moon Heiress’s special throne.”

"She wasn't, six years ago." "Daniel." I stood up, phone pressed hard against my ear, walking toward the window without seeing anything outside it. "She is CEO of one of the largest luxury conglomerates in the country. She is leading a hostile takeover of Sebastian's company. She walked into his boardroom and he didn't even recognise her at first, which means she's changed enough that even he can't see what's underneath it anymore. This is not nothing, Daniel. This is the opposite of nothing." "I'm aware."

“You released the files. You started a war. Now you need an army.” “I don’t want an army.” “Sure, you do,” the lady stated. “You simply aren't aware of it but.” “Who're you?” “I’m the person that saved your mother alive,” she stated. “I’m the only one who arranged this meeting.” Celeste’s stomach twisted. “Why?” “because you’re special, Celeste. You’re the heir the families have been waiting for.” “I’m not heir to anything.” “Wrong.” The voice hardened. “You’re heir to everything — Belmont, Veritas, even the Blackwood empire, if you marry Damien.”