The Stray Heiress Strikes Back นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Grandma nodded, her face filled with grief but a hint of pride. It was then I knew. I could not run anymore. The Langstons had bled my mother dry, and Rowan’s family was supposed to do the same to me. But I would not let Ruby and Russ inherit a world built on stolen legacies. That day, kneeling on the floor of my grandparents’ dusty room, surrounded by the scent of paper, I made a silent vow. I would reclaim what was ours. Even if it meant burning the Black name. As I closed the journal, I opened over to a final page. There, scribbled in the corner, was a strange symbol , an unfamiliar crest, two serpents coiled around a crown.

He asked once more. “Sativa” Estry said as she walked back up to him. Even though she doesn’t want to hurt him, she has to. She must exact revenge on Selena’s behalf. Only then will Selena be able to trust her enough to use her body for her own gain. In

The strays had underestimated her, and now, they were paying the price. The night was filled with the sounds of retreat, the strays fleeing, their hearts filled with fear, their spirits shattered. They had come to take the pack, but they had found something far more powerful, far more dangerous. And as they disappeared into the darkness, they knew that they would never forget the power they had witnessed—the power of Marrylen's transformation. THE STRAYS' POV - BACK IN THEIR LAIR

Chiara’s fists curled on her lap, her teeth pressing hard together. Aleira walked closer, her perfume sharp in the air. She leaned down, lips near Chiara’s ear. “Know your place, darling. No one wants you here.” With that, she turned and walked away, her heels clicking against the floor. Chiara stayed still, her eyes burning. The words dug deep, and the silence that followed felt heavier than the slap.

I moved to the backseat, Gio still held on to me, and the door slammed shut on the feeding frenzy outside. "What the hell was that?" My voice shook. "That...." Georgina said calmly as the car pulled away. "Was your new reality. You're not invisible anymore, Hailey. You're a billionaire. The sole heiress to one of the largest empires in the country. Everyone wants a piece." I looked down at Gio. His face still pressed against my shoulder, his small body trembling. Five years of keeping him save, of keep us invisible, gone in thirty seconds. "Those pictures they took of him." Georgina's expression was grim. "They'll be everywhere by tonight."

There was a moment of joy, but even Jane knew there was work to do. "I guess we need to go see . . ." Jane couldn't bring herself to say it . . . to talk about those members of the Strays that had died the previous night. The Strays were a group of lycanthropes and humans with magical abilities (called Talents) who lived together in secret, stealing to survive but keeping the forces of darkness at bay . . . most of the time. The previous night, a group of demons called Hellspawn had come down into the Stray's underground lair (called the Den) and had attacked the Strays. A number of friends and potential friends had died defending the Den before the Hellspawn were driven back due in no small

My hands clenched into fists, and just before my heart exploded, I muttered, “Alicia Strafford.” Yes, it was her. The same Alicia who had left him broken years ago. And now, she was back—her wicked lips tangled with his. From where I stood, I could see it clearly—she was the one kissing him, forcing herself onto him. Oscar remained still beneath her touch. Then, suddenly, he shoved her away, wiping his mouth with the back of his palm. My heart swelled with triumph. He was disgusted by her. This was my chance to drive her away and claim my rightful place.

Isabella's POV The morning after the gala, my face was on every news site and social media platform in the country. "The Lost Morrison Heiress Found." "Billionaire's Long-Lost Granddaughter Revealed." But my favorite headline was from a gossip blog: "Marcus Wei's Biggest Mistake: He Divorced a Morrison." I read that one three times before I started making calls. It was time to stop playing defense. Time to attack. I woke up in my bedroom at the Morrison estate to my phone vibrating nonstop.