The Stray Heiress Strikes Back Novels & Stories

he replied to me with an almost bored expression Lily giggled like a child who got what they wanted, “you’ve always had a soft spot for her darling, letting her stay instead of throwing her to the streets, that’s very generous” I knew what he was doing, he wasn’t just trying to hurt me, he wanted to break me. I lifted my chin, trying to steady my voice “Go to hell, Jamie” His smile didn’t fade even for a second “You first sweetheart”

A patrol returned with an unconscious young woman they had found collapsed near the eastern border. She wore torn traveling clothes. Her wrists were bruised. Her feet were covered in dried blood. Lily rushed her to the infirmary. Hours later... The woman finally opened her eyes. Beauty, Alex, Elena and Marcus stood nearby. The stranger blinked weakly. "Where am I?" "You're safe," Beauty said softly. "My name is Beauty." The woman's eyes suddenly widened. "You..." She tried to sit up. "You can't stay here." Marcus frowned. "Why not?"

If I could just get my hands on him, this once… “Your escorts will be here shortly, Callista.” He says happily. I wonder what he's getting in exchange for me out of this. Farris would never just let me go without getting anything in return, that I know. In his hand, he carries an overnight bag. “Here’s your outfit. Be a good girl and get dressed, will you? Gotta look pretty enough for your new mate.” I take the bag from him, without breaking my stare. His smile is smug. A fit of rage quickens my heart. I draw a blue-colored dress from it, grab the neckline, and tear it off cleanly. Then, I drop it and trample it underfoot.

She hates me and congratulations to her, I don't really care. “Funny thing about strays,” I said, stepping closer, close enough that she had to tilt her chin up to meet my eyes. “We bite harder when cornered. And we never forget who tried to collar us.” Liana’s scent spiked, anger, and disdain, a flicker of something else. Deep seething killing intent. Wow. I leaned in. Voice dropped to a whisper only she could hear. “You want to play queen in a house that’s already burning? Go ahead. But when the flames reach you and they will...don’t expect me to hand you a bucket.”

My stomach twisted violently. Clara smiled triumphantly. “Exactly. I can get whatever I desire, Celine. The man, the attention, the life everything that should have been yours. And now you’re stuck playing nanny to a broken fool.” Something inside me finally snapped. The slap echoed sharply across the terrace. My palm connected hard with Clara’s cheek. Her head jerked to the side, eyes wide with shock. For a heartbeat, silence fell. Then Clara’s face twisted with pure rage. “You bitch!”

Every strike sent ripples through the Veil. We fought like wolves. Like gods. Like two storms colliding in the eye of eternity. He was fast, but I was faster. He was strong, but I had something stronger—Alina. Together, we moved in sync. I ducked. She struck. I parried. She blasted a shadow away with a pulse of pure will. But the First Heir was endless. For every wound we landed, he healed. For every strike we dodged, two more came. I felt exhaustion creeping in. My muscles screamed. My grip faltered.

She sneered, “Right, its me. I did it all. The shortest straw-everyone who got the shortest straw would die.” After saying that, she laughed crazily. “Ha… ha… die! They are all dead!” She moved back as she laughed. Her arms were swinging, as if she was dancing. Her footsteps were not steady, as if she was about to fall the next minute. She laughed while crying, then gritted her teeth and said, “They are all dead at last. I have had my revenge.” Seeing this, Ailina immediately changed the scene again. She lowered her head and clenched her face tightly, trembling. But her voice was still gentle, “Why are you doing this?”

“She used to date him before. Years ago. They broke up. She dumped him. And when he finally started healing—finally started seeing me—she came back and took him like I was nothing.” Gina folded her arms and leaned back against the dresser. “Let me get this straight. She dumped him, left him to rot, and then swooped back in and snatched him the moment you two got serious?” “Yes.” Gina tilted her head. “Then she didn’t steal him. She recycled him.” I stared. She shrugged. “Still, if you want to take him back… why not? Sounds like you had him first.” I didn’t say anything, but she saw the idea sinking in.

Her eyes lit up. “Could this be from Mr. Harlow—” My own eyes brightened as well. I slipped on the bracelet, stood up, and changed into a gown. “Miss Mia, what’s gotten into you these past few days? It’s so late—where are you going? Wait for me—” “Emily, you stay here.” Closing the door behind me, I turned and walked away with steady steps. The old Mia Grant, obedient and compliant, was long gone. What remained was someone fueled by a singular purpose: vengeance.