Novel & Cerita The Stray Heiress Strikes Back

Without waiting for any more words from him, I turned and ran out of the mansion. Back at the reception hall, most guests were gone. Only Seraphina Sterlings remained, commanding her small circle. her black turtleneck gown, sleek pixie coils, and calm yet intimidating demeanor. “Hi, Mrs. Seraphina,” I said softly. “Follow me,” she commanded, leading me to the balcony. She stopped and showed me the phone in her hand. “Explain this,” she demanded. On the screen was a photo of me in my wedding dress, sitting alone at the reception. The bold headline screamed: “The Sterling Bride Abandoned at Her Own Wedding.”

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.”

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.

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

Not before and not after, but during the strike. My heart pounded as I closed the book. So that’s why our attempts failed. We were trying to light a fire in calm air. But fire needs a storm to become a wildfire. I was walking back to my dorm, with the book hidden under my cloak, when the shadows moved. It was not Jason’s shadows, it was Veyra’s. She stepped out from the alley beside the infirmary, her eyes gleaming, lips curled in a dangerous smile “Still playing the martyr, Aria?”

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."