Novel & Cerita The Stray Heiress Strikes Back

"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

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

I went back to the bedroom to read the note. Synestra, Welcome to Paris. I hope you enjoyed your relaxing bath. You may feel safe with Damien but you are not. No one can keep you safe now. A storm is coming. I am coming. See you soon! -S

Astrid’s POV The first rule of revenge was simple. Never show your enemy that you know they’re your enemy. That was the mistake I made in my previous life. I trusted blindly. I loved blindly. And I died blindly. But this time… I would watch. And the first person I needed to watch carefully was Miley. Morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of my bedroom as I stared at my phone. Three missed calls. Five messages. All from Miley. Interesting.