Novel & Cerita The Stray Heiress Strikes Back

The fabric hugged my body like it had been made for this moment. “Done Ma’am,” she said softly. Her words settled between us. I stared back at the reflection before me, my fingers traced my jaw down to my chin. “Ava Johnson is gone truly,” I whispered, “now… I'm back as Ava Thorne.” “The Thorne heiress.” My hands steadied at the handle. For a second…I didn't move. Then I pushed the door open. Immediately I stepped into the room, voices thinned. Movements slowed, but I didn't. The corners of my lips lifted before I could stop it.

I turn back to the stack and begin flipping through the pages of the magazine, the images and words bleeding together—until one headline punches me in the gut: “Heiress Whore.” I freeze, ripping the page out and tossing it across the room like it’s toxic. Another headline: “Heiress was embezzling Funds from Her Own Company.” “What the hell is this?” I hiss, looking up at him. Chase shrugs, his mouth twitching into something between a wince and a smirk. “You wanted the truth. Keep going.” His voice is maddeningly calm. Like this isn’t my life unraveling in my hands.

She ignored the lady’s scorching gaze and walked out of the company. There wasn’t any cash with her, she had no money to go back home. Home? She didn’t even have anywhere to go. She didn’t want to go back to the same person who humiliated her, she was scared he might do worse if she went back to his house. “Miss Zara.” She turned back immediately she heard her name. To her surprise, she found Harry’s cousin there. She wanted to snap at him and ask why he was calling her name, but then she decided not to pass aggression on. “Hey.”

I just wish he’d drop the romantic shit, offering to ‘run away together’, claiming he wants to know me better, the real me, that no one else sees… I block it from my mind and stomp over to the stairwell in a clamor of heavy steps and slamming doors. It’s the opposite of caution, yeah, I know. Maybe I’m just feeling unhinged, a little fucking self-destructive, but I can already tell there ain’t no Striga still at rest here. They ain’t curled up in the ceiling corners of some other suite. That entire flock of Striga hightailed it out of here an hour before sunrise, returning to their master. They were definitely summoned, but was Christian their target, or did they come here hungry for flesh f

I scrubbed his floors. I endured his mother's cruelty. I became invisible for a man who could not even remember our anniversary. Three years I gave him. Three years I hid who I really was because I thought love mattered more than power or money or my own name. But when I found him with her, when I saw the divorce papers were just a joke to him, when he told me I had nowhere to go and nothing to my name, something inside me broke. Or maybe it finally woke up. I am Elena Hartley. Heiress to a billion-dollar empire. Licensed pilot. Award-winning actress. Renowned pianist. And now, CEO of the company my ex-husband has been desperately begging for investment. He thought I was nobody. His fam

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I don't know how this happened but our mansion was signed under magaret's name, meaning she owns our big mansion, now I see the reason dad said I should leave, but his will is still in my name though, so it really didn't bother me, with this will I can earn it back. I want nothing to do with her, she isn't my problem, she has twenty percent of the company shares. I will back for it, this isn't over. I need to uncover this mystery, I will come back. ************** We are in country A, can you imagine? Three heiresses are in a very unfamiliar country, remembering the issue made me heave a sigh. "Wow, country A, here I come!!!" Katie is always dramatic. "Katie, people are staring at us, "vida m

Trying to make things go smoothly and doing such an awful job at that. “I think I am strong enough to come back, I just wanted you to know first before I tell Grandfather” I didn't need her patronizing attitude to rub salt into the wound. “That's sweet of you Melissa, but there is nothing for you to come back to. “ She put away the cigarette and stared straight at me, making eye contact with me was the hardest thing she ever tried to do.”I am done with you sister.“ Her words were sharp and cut through me like ice. “What makes you think you are fit to come back here? I saw you limp as you walked in this building. You are not ready to walk anywhere, least of all in your house”

she whispered and he smiled, a smug and satisfied look. “You would really get them back for me?” Adrian asked her and she shrugged. “I love you, it is the least I can do. I will make sure they pay,” she muttered and he nodded, he didn’t doubt her for a second. She was almost as sinister as he, if he got the story right, rumors had circulated that she had climbed a friend to obtain the little stardom and position in society she had. Cassandra Monroe, soon to be Hales, was the queen of sabotage here and he didn’t doubt her if she said she would get them back.