The Stray Heiress Strikes Back の小説・ストーリー

She had more important things to worry about at the moment, and I was pretty sure my invitation was just an act of building castles in the air. But when Clarissa Montclair showed up at the prison to my greatest surprise, I felt something move within me. She had changed, so much that I almost couldn’t recognize her. She still bore that confident poise of hers, but she looked richer, better, and even more powerful — everything to show that she was indeed the heiress of the Montclair empire. She stared at me with so much hatred and disgust in her eyes and I held her gaze as we both looked at each other across the reinforced glass barrier. She refused to sit, and her expression did everything to

" 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.

The last thing I remembered was my stepmother handing me a cup of coffee and wishing me good morning with a broad smile on her face. I never knew that behind that smile was a plan. And that plan is exactly where I am now. Leila took a step closer and crouched, her face now inches from mine. “I won't lie, Grace,” she whispered mockingly. “You were something back then. The golden girl, the perfect one. Everyone wanted to be you. But look at you now.” Her eyes scanned me from head to toe like I was filth. “This is what happens to people who don’t know their place.”

the silver stranger shouted, throwing up a protective barrier just in time to deflect the attack. Jessica stepped forward, her hybrid nature surging within her. “Enough games. Tell me why I’m here!” The dark figure laughed, the sound sending shivers down her spine. “Why, child? To fulfill your destiny, of course. To restore balance—or tip it forever.” “And what if I refuse?” she shot back, her voice rising. The figure smirked, their gaze piercing. “Then everything burns.” ---

Yasmin knew, and yet I treated her badly while she did nothing but love me. Unable to stand their sight, my heart shattering into pieces, without another second of hesitation, I turned and stormed out of the mansion. My hands trembled as I pulled out my phone and dialed Mirela Gomez. “Send me the invite to her launch,” I murmured, my voice steady but cold as ice. “If what you say is true... then I’m taking back what belongs to me.”

“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

If divorce is not what you seek… Well, I can help you break his legs. His words made me look up. We locked eyes. Evan stared at me. His gaze was unwavering and focused as always. I was suddenly overwhelmed by a feeling of reluctance and impulsiveness. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed the collar of his black shirt and pulled him in for a kiss. Evan froze. He wasn't expecting this at all. I hadn't anticipated that things would play out this way either. But before I could process what was happening, Evan snapped into action. He leaned in, forcing my head back and kissing me fiercely.

I growled, ensuring my voice was low enough for only him to hear. The man yelled out in pain and made a U-turn, his eyes shooting daggers at me. "What the hell do you think you are doing, man?" he spat. My grip tightened as my gaze remained firm. "That’s my girl, let go of her, now." The stranger's eyes widened, and a glint of realisation flickered across his features for a split second. He released his grip, seemingly taken aback by the force behind my words. Keira stepped back, relief washing over her features as she regained her freedom.

Her walking stick made a loud thumping sound. The servants gasped and quickly nodded their heads. They feared this old matriarch. Balling her fingers into a tight fist, her temper simmered gradually. All she wished to do was slam the old witch onto the wall. Mia suddenly realized that the saying 'when you are at your lowest, you will be deserted by even the ones you thought loved you' is true. At that moment, breaking news popped up on the television. Undoubtedly, it was about her. A LUNATIC APPEARS AT HPZ HEADQUARTERS TODAY CLAIMING THAT ALESSANDRO ANTONIO IS HER FIANCE

I had a clear look of her cleavage and I smirked, "You bastard... let go of me", she said still struggling in my grip. I lost my focus from her cleavage and looked at her erotic collar bone. I kind of fantasy them and I guess she remembers it. I lowered my head and she started moving like a fish out of water. I was close to her naked shoulder and I whispered in her ear, "I am not interested in trash anymore but if you dare go against me again then I will strip without considering the place so that other trash can use you"