The Stray Heiress Strikes Back Novels & Stories

“I’ll clean it up right now.” But I gripped her wrist, forcing her to halt. My gaze hardened. “Tell me.” “It’s not in my place. I’m sorry.” Then, she freed herself from my grip, rushing out of the room as if someone was chasing after her. Why was she so scared to say something? My fingers gripped the bedsheet tightly. Taking my phone, my eyes widened. The internet exploded with a new topic. Me. My breathing became uneven. Former Heiress Alice Sterling Caught Sneaking Out To Meet Her Mysterious Lover

Not because there was nothing to say but because everything we could say was too large to fit into words yet. I stared out the oval window, watching darkness swallow the wing, my reflection faintly visible in the glass. I barely recognized the woman looking back at me. Her hair was tangled, her eyes too sharp, too awake. There were faint scratches along her collarbone and wrist—souvenirs from a rooftop where the truth finally stopped hiding. I wasn’t the Hidden Heiress anymore. I wasn’t the substitute. I was the girl whose grandfather had signed her death warrant before she was old enough to understand what betrayal looked like.

Together with Heath, they left to visit the Striders. The Striders situation was quite complicated. Years ago, Mrs. Strider married Mr. Strider and bore Alaric. However, Mr. Strider was unfaithful, prompting Mrs. Strider to leave with a divorce agreement and her son. By the time Mr. Strider regretted his actions and sought to bring her back, Mrs. Strider was pregnant with Zane. Acknowledging his mistakes, Mr. Strider welcomed back Mrs. Strider and her sons without further ado. This also led Zane, feeling his origins were odd, to frequently run away from home and now he scarcely returned, leaving Mrs. Strider too weary to pursue him.

"That's my Queen. Drink your coffee. We have a war to plan." As we sat there, huddled over the glowing screens, the distance between us vanished. We weren't just two billionaires making a deal. We were two predators protecting our territory. And Julian Vance was about to find out exactly what happens when you try to steal from a woman who has already seen the end of the world and decided she wasn't ready to die.

"I hope everyone is awake because I have something important to discuss." The messages appeared almost immediately. Mia: Scarlett? Jacob: Finally! Emma: We were just talking about you. A smile appeared on my face. Some things never changed. I quickly explained the situation. Moonlight Pack. The Alpha position. The Celestial Regeneration Initiative. The five-day deadline. The investment challenge. Everything. The chat remained silent for several seconds. Then chaos erupted. Jacob: You're kidding! This is unbelievable. Emma: You are the heiress of the moonlight pack? Like, the future Alpha of Moonlight Pack? How is that possible?

No one else could ever replicate it. Eliana Dale descended the grand staircase like a queen surveying her throne room, her gown trailing behind her in soft silk, it seemed like she was on her way out. Her face was as composed as marble, but her eyes, her cold, calculating, merciless eyes, fixed on Emma with a force that almost knocked the air from her lungs. Emma didn’t flinch. Not outwardly. She clasped her hands in front of her, her chin high and heart pounding so violently she thought the sound might betray her.

The urge to scream, to run up to him and demand answers, surged within me, but my feet felt rooted to the ground, my mind clouded with shock and betrayal. Then, as if things couldn’t get any worse, I saw her. Emily. She sauntered up to him, a smirk on her lips, her eyes glinting with the cruel satisfaction of someone who knew they had won. My stomach twisted into knots. I watched in horror as she reached out to him, her fingers trailing down his arm in a gesture that was far too intimate, far too familiar. She leaned in closer, her voice low but clear enough for me to catch the smug tone.

When Chuck and Freya saw me, their faces filled with shock. “Who let you come here? You were already fired. You have no right to attend this meeting.” “Get out right now. If you embarrass us here and damage our branch’s reputation, I won’t let you off.” I looked at them, almost amused. “What if I said I’m from headquarters?” Freya let out a scoff. “So you got fired and ran to headquarters? So what? “I’m the heiress of this group. With one word from me, I can have my brother fire you.”

In between ducking into alleyways to avoid the patrolling guards and enforcers, I caught sight of the news through the windows of the television repair shop. Healer Amber Is Alpha Rafael’s Sister! Read the bottom scroll on the television screen. That bitch took everything from me. My title. The man I was supposed to marry. And now she was some lost princess? Bullshit. Right then and there, I vowed for revenge. Though… with how things were, I would need some time to organize a good enough plan. After my last one failed, I wasn’t sure I’d have the effort to try again. Hearing this news lit a fire within me though.

If Maeva flinched or lashed out, the entire global market would watch the Sterling heiress abuse a victim in real-time, destroying her company by midnight. "Strike me!" Liora screamed, tears welling in her eyes as she took another aggressive step forward. "Show the world what you are! Show them how you and Kasen abuse anyone who stands in your way!" Maeva didn't flinch. She didn't raise her hand, and she didn't look at the camera. With slow, agonizingly calm steps, she turned her back on Liora. She walked over to the gilded sink. She turned on the gold faucet, letting the warm water hum through the quiet room. She took a pump of expensive lavender soap, washing her hands as if she were clean