The Phantom Heiress: Rising From The Shadows Novels & Stories

Feeling around for something, anything that would possibly get her off of me, my hand came in contact with one of the tablecloths used in the dining. Pulling it, I quickly grabbed it, managing to wrap it around the lady’s neck pushing her off of me before whacking her head into the ground. Repeating it more times until she finally went out cold then I fell to the ground in relief. When do I get a break again?

It was forged anew in blood, fire, and unbreakable obsession. I stood on the master balcony overlooking the ocean, the cool evening breeze tugging at the silk robe I wore. Below, lights from the city twinkled like distant stars, while closer, our guards patrolled the cliffs with disciplined precision. The hidden heir was truly dead. In her place stood Isabella Voss, co-ruler, strategist, and queen of the shadows. Strong arms wrapped around me from behind. Damien’s bare chest pressed against my back, warm and solid. His lips found the curve of my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin in that way that never failed to send heat pooling low in my belly.

A minute later, her door burst open and Helena—her ever-stressed personal assistant—stormed in, holding a tablet like it was a ticking time bomb. “You need to see this,” she said breathlessly. “Helena, what—” “It’s everywhere.” She thrust the tablet toward Isabella, and her heart dropped the second she saw the headline. > Laurent Heiress in Secret Relationship with Blackwood Tycoon – Sources Confirm Intimacy Inside Family Estate Below the headline was a blurry photo of her and Alexander walking through the gardens at dusk. His hand was on the small of her back. Her face was tilted toward his, her expression soft and unguarded.

"Don't blame us. You're the one who went missing all on your own when you were a child. Isn't it normal that we don't have any affection for you?" Gerard covered Anna's eyes. "She's going to become really ugly, so we can't let her scare Anna." Then, together, they pushed me into the sea, watching as I sank slowly into the depths. Suddenly, a blood moon appeared above the sea, and the sound of countless beasts howled beneath its surface. The moment the disguise mask shattered, I heard my boss's familiar voice. "Back to work?" I nodded, before rising from the sea. My hair flowed like seawater, my features as delicately sculpted as a porcelain doll, not the fish head that they all expected.

To prove that my biological parents had deliberately switched her, the real heiress, with me, she spread plenty of malicious gossip about them. But I remembered that her parents were both university professors. I had once wondered how a child like her could come from such a background. Even Percy, hearing about the things she had done, had been skeptical because of her parents' reputation. Now, listening to her slander, I found it all the more repulsive. … That evening, after dinner, Bella sneaked into my room. She looked around, her eyes reddening at the sight of the luxurious decor. She put on a pitiful expression and began her performance.

she said curtly before leaving Ren Shibasaki and the recreation room, but not before part of her shoulder-length hair swished away from the left side of her neck, revealing the black butterfly tattoo just above her collarbone – identifying her as a Phantom. “S-She’s one of those Phantom people?” Yuri raised an eyebrow as that was the last thing that she heard before she left the room, knowing quite well that Ren did that on purpose. Her reputation as Hekate, the Phantom XIII of Hati is rather famous or infamous in the underworld, and especially in Hati. For now though, Yuri ignored them. She was summoned by the Elder.

"You keep underestimating me and it'll be your downfall." The certainty in her voice sends a chill down my spine. She’s not bluffing. She genuinely believes she can make evidence vanish and the worst part is, she probably could. "If only you'd put this much effort into studying—" I force my voice to stay steady, making sure every word hits."—you'd have gotten so far in life by now and maybe you would have found happiness." I pause, letting my gaze drift over her designer clothes, her perfectly styled hair, the expensive jewelry adorning her wrists and neck. All of it is bought with my parents' money. All of it stolen from the life that should have been mine alone.

With all courage I gently said, "I am Celestine Duke, the Heiress of Vamparia, please let me enter the heart of the palace." Sweat was dropping on the floor where I was standing, and the door unexpectedly opened after a few seconds, giving me shivers. The light that comes from the room has blinded my eye, and I'm reawakening my expectations, hoping that this time I won't be disappointed, and would receive a gift.

The news anchor’s voice rang out: "Suzanne Smith, a renowned actress and heiress to the Smith Empire in Canada, has resurfaced after years of seclusion from the business world. She has announced the launch of the groundbreaking self-driving car project, Medal Cars, which has already gained approval from the most powerful businessmen worldwide. This marks a new era in AI-driven transportation." Their hands dropped from each other’s hair as they stared in stunned silence. Beatrice’s mouth fell open. "Suzanne… was an heiress to a powerful family?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

I’ll destroy her completely. “The media is already calling it the ‘Wedding of the Damned,’” Gregory snaps, pacing the room like a caged animal. “T*****r’s trending with #WestfieldScandal and #BlackwoodBetrayal. The stock market isn’t even waiting for Monday. Futures are already tanking.” He stops dead in his tracks, turning to glare at me with eyes that could burn through steel. “Explain to me how a sheltered little heiress managed to outmaneuver all of us. Explain to me how she got her hands on footage that should have been impossible to obtain.”