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

“Hardly. I came to remind you that you don’t own this space; you don’t own this city. Tonight, the spotlight isn’t just yours.” With that, I turned my gaze to Gabriella, who took a small step back, observing me with equal parts disdain and intrigue. “Congratulations on your new partnership,” I said, my openness a strategic mask for the confidence bubbling beneath. “Though we all know you’re merely a pawn in Andre’s elaborate chess game.” Gasps spread through the attendees at my audacity, their eyes darting between the three of us, hungry for the unfolding drama. Gabriella lifted her chin, an unmistakable defiance glimmering in her icy gaze. “And you must be the runaway heiress who’s chosen t

Though quiet, the words reached my ears loud and clear. Sally's lips curled into a faint, mocking smile when she saw me. With a delicate hand, she smoothed her dress and said, "Well, if it isn't Rachel, who claims to be Sanfiric Inc.'s heiress. Showing up to a graduation ceremony dressed like that?" Her remark triggered a burst of laughter from the surrounding students. "Ha! Just look at her, she's dressed worse than me and still dares to compete with Sally." "Right? She's so deep in her delusion she actually believes she's some kind of heiress."

She glanced at Mia, silently pleading with her to play along. Mia, ever the perceptive one, seemed to sense the unspoken tension between the two. Her smile faltered slightly, and she slowly lowered her hand, tucking it into the pocket of her designer jeans. "Actually, Mr. Maverick, I'm not just any friend." She tilted her chin up defiantly, her gaze unwavering. "I'm the heiress to Vitalis Pharmaceuticals. And I have to say, I'm quite interested in this...arrangement you have with my dear Evie."

" I responded calmly. "And as for not killing Ashley and that fool Ethan, I'm doing things her way just to get what I want. If she gets her child and empire back, I will get what I want and will finally get rid of all of them." I asserted standing up for the chair. "Now please, spare me the questions. I have a terrible headache already." I dismissed, walking towards the staircase. I returned to her room to find Cielle alone. Her head bowed as she was playing with her fingers.

She had a displeased look at my father’s hesitation, but I knew her too well to think she would back down. “Ehm... sorry about that.” She smiled. “He can be very emotional, as am I,” she said. “But this is a happy day. Today, my husband and I declare Daisy Gomez, the only daughter of Eric and Mirela Gomez, the new heiress of—” “Why would you make such a declaration without consulting your first daughter?” I called out, stepping into the congregation fully. The crowd fell into stunned silence. All eyes turned to me as I walked down the aisle, flanked by Olivia and Matilda. Gasps and murmurs rippled through the congregation. Some clutched their pearls; others whispered my name in disbelief.

He looked like a storybook prince—Adrien from Miraculous, perhaps—if that prince had been forced into a black button-down suit. “That’s true,” He whispered. I was trying my hardest to ignore the impossible words I had overheard through the door. Heiress. Stolen. Dead. It had to be a misunderstanding. It was a coincidence of features, a trick of the light. I was Ophelia Vitale, the girl from the orphanage. We climbed a grand, sweeping staircase and reached a set of towering double doors made of dark, intricately carved mahogany. Eugene pushed them open, and we stepped into a room that felt more like a sanctuary than a study. Upon entering, my breath hitched.

Seraphina Vaughn, not Cole, not his wife, not the woman who ironed his shirts and endured his mother's voice and carried a loss alone in a white hospital room at 3 am. Seraphina Vaughn. That's my real name now. So book the best stylist in the city," I said. "I want a dress that makes every person in that room forget every other woman who walks through the door. Remi smiled slowly."And Damian," he said. I set the invitation down, picked up my pen and opened the next file on my desk."Damian Cole is going to walk into that gala thinking he is there for a business opportunity," I said. "he is going to sit at his table near the back, he is going to watch me walk into that room, and he is going to

"She will come to this castle. She will need guidance. She has the power to save both our packs from destruction." My hands trembled so hard the pages shook. Was she writing about me? Then I found a page that made my blood run cold. "My son doesn't understand the danger," Althea wrote. "He works with evil men. They seek the power of the symbols. They have forced a girl named Valerie to marry my grandsons Noah and Neal. They believe she carries the magic. But they are wrong and they will never get realize it because they would have been dead. The true heiress will come later from Moonshade. She is the one we have waited for."

Why should we run? She turned around, grabbed three of the most expensive items on the rack, and marched to the counter, pulling me along. “It’s funny how some people think carrying someone else’s card is a personality trait,” Chloe mocked, flashing a grin at Jess. “Real power is spending the credits you earned with your own claws!” Jess’s face darkened to match her card. She knew Chloe was the heiress to a retail empire that spanned the kingdom. Chloe was loaded in her own right.

I'm an Alpha, an heiress, and a well-brought-up lady. "A heiress indeed. A heiress without a land or pack. And - if you are well brought up as you claimed, how come you rushed at my manhood the moment you had the chance?" "I don't have a choice. " "Nobody put knives to your throat." "Yes, but things were more complicated than they appeared to you."