روايات وقصص ضمن The Phantom Heiress: Rising From The Shadows

I was about to grab the report Casper had just thrown at me when I suddenly saw words floating above Jenny's head. [Finally, this is not the same old real versus fake heiress story. After the female lead goes back to her rich family, she is going to start a romance with the imposter son.] [Real heiress versus imposter son heir. I love this pairing choice.] I was so shocked I stumbled back, and the bullet comments on Jenny's head vanished. I rubbed my eyes, stepped forward again, and the comments reappeared. [So, this is the real heiress's unlucky little victim?]

She stood in the center of the room, her hand sliding to the pistol at her thigh. From the shadows, a figure emerged. Masked, clad in black, moving with a predator’s grace. The Phantom. “You’ve made quite the spectacle of yourself,” the intruder said, their voice distorted by a modulator. “But spectacles end. Even kings and queens are buried in the dark.” Amara tilted her head, her lips curving in a smile that was equal parts mockery and challenge. “Then why don’t you try and bury me yourself?” The Phantom lunged.

I followed her home to the Wilson mansion. That was when things started to make sense. Evans Wilson. The heir to one of the biggest corporations in Paris. I started digging into his background, his business dealings and his personal life. And I found something interesting. Five years ago, Evans attended an underground auction. The same auction where Nancy was sold. He bought something that night. The records were encrypted, but I managed to crack them. He bought a girl. A girl with rare blood. A girl who could heal any disease.

She says with the quirk of her perfectly arched brow. She takes a step towards me. I take one back. “I-I’ll clean this up!” I stutter out just as my back collides with the wall and she steps towards me again with a grin that holds a promise of pain and suffering. “Meera Florence.” She chimes, “the heiress to the biggest mafia empire in the entirety of Europe. Now pushed down to rags.” She says looking me up and down and giving me a feigned look of pity. “Who would have thought?” She wonders out loud, looking up at the intricately carved ceiling for a moment.

My fingers fidget, betraying the storm inside. “I concur,” says the grand woman approaching. Her presence demands attention. Dark, loose tendrils frame her delicate face. Nordic blue eyes gleam with fierce pride. Purple silk drapes her tall, slender frame, heightening the apricot glow of her skin. Regal, imperial, intimidating. She is a queen carved from firelight and shadow. “Sorry, Mom,” Phantom mutters. “But in my defense, I thought she’d run if I tried to introduce her to another parent. It didn’t exactly work out too well the first time.” His words carry a rueful edge, a confession wrapped in humor.

Now, they were pulling me back in. "But..." Mr. Finn shrugged, already walking away. "High-priority client. Looks like you made an impression, Elara. Don't mess it up and no more complaints." I stared at the closed door of the Raye manor, the massive structure which was weirdly giving off dark energy. They wanted me back? The place that held a piece of my darkest memory, the phoenix motif, wanted me inside its walls again. And I needed the money too badly to say no.

she continued, sliding a finger over the embossed letters, “is Cassandra Veyron. Heiress to an obscure European shipping fortune, conveniently reclusive, conveniently untouchable. No one in that house has ever seen her, only heard whispers. And whispers are easier to impersonate than reality.” Her voice dropped, threaded with steel. “I’ll step into that mansion as if I belong more than they do draped in arrogance, armed with half-truths, and wrapped in mystery. That’s how you disarm the elite. They won’t question me; they’ll compete to be the ones I notice.” And also, I shall disguise myself because I might not know exactly what is waiting for me. She said with a serious face and tone.

I roared, my voice now a low, King-like vibration that shook the entire building. ### The Coronation of the Shadow Queen I turned back to the "Ascension Core." I was alone in the pit. I was the Shadow Queen, my body a lattice of obsidian and violet fire, my chest still connected to the building by the glowing root. I was the "High-Value Asset" now. Vivian Vance stepped onto the observation deck above me. She wasn't afraid. She was smiling.