Novel & Cerita The Stray Heiress Strikes Back

“Tell me who he is. Or I’ll bring Theo back in. See how long you last then.” I stared at him. “Call him.” “You think I’m bluffing?” He turned, calling out, “Theo!” That was it. The leash snapped. As Theo stormed back in, I rose from the floor like something reborn in fire. Before he could reach me, I launched forward and slammed my knee straight into his gut. He dropped instantly, howling, grabbing his stomach like he’d been gutted. I turned to Luca—his eyes widening too late—and grabbed the closest thing on my nightstand: my metal hand mirror. I swung.

“She’s a stray, Kai. A girl with nothing left but revenge and a lot of rage for our pack. Don’t be stupid enough to think she’ll waste any of that on the thought of falling in love with the future Alpha of the pack that slaughtered her own.” Follow on i. , g authormiragreen

Everyone will betray me, in the end, even him. I rose and headed into the hallway, needing to assess the mansion's layout, find any secrets, any potential escape routes should he decide to kill me. I turned and saw three maids staring. Their gazes were cold, unwelcoming. The brown-haired maid rolled her eyes, and they began to whisper, not even bothering to hide it. "She's the Sterling heiress... the broke heiress." "Oh, I've heard about her," another chimed in. "The boss probably bought her. It's obvious what she offers him. Her body." They laughed, a cruel, mocking sound.

She’s stiff, trembling, her breaths high-pitched and panicked. “Stay down,” I snap, though my voice breaks halfway. My arms lock around her, pulling her to the ground as her knees buckle. Behind me, there’s a scuffle, shouts, curses, Damien’s grunt of effort as he wrestles with Sasha. Her scream pierces through the ringing in my ears. Then, the slip. A high heel scraping on loose gravel. The sickening lurch of weight shifting. I twist in time to see her body tip backward, her face wild, arms flailing. Her hand claws at the air, and then she finds purchase.

He said that there is more toil. "What do you need from me?" Saint promised weakly. "We want your power! Your position! And your wealth. And Deus wants to know where the hell is the mafia heiress." Mafia Heiress? Savienna is the real mafia heiress. But I am still claiming it as me because that's what they thought too. "Okay, I got what I wanted. Now I need to erase you to keep your mouth shut." Because of what Saint said, I saw a strange fear that enveloped Gayle's entire being.

He said that there is more toil. "What do you need from me?" Saint promised weakly. "We want your power! Your position! And your wealth. And Deus wants to know where the hell is the mafia heiress." Mafia Heiress? Savienna is the real mafia heiress. But I am still claiming it as me because that's what they thought too. "Okay, I got what I wanted. Now I need to erase you to keep your mouth shut." Because of what Saint said, I saw a strange fear that enveloped Gayle's entire being.

"A gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger." -Solomon- *** “Are you going to head back now?” Remy asked as Layla put on her bra back and picked up her clothes from the ground. “Yes, I have to go elsewhere tonight.” She replied back before she turned around and kissed the blonde man once again. “When can I see you again?” He asked. Layla thought she was definitely making this man attached to her and smirked victoriously.

For the first time since working with the heiress, I felt like she was human and she looked— if I were to be honest— sweet. She was concerned about offending Madam Leah. After all the seductive talks, the glances, the body language, penetrating stare and unashamedly being slutty— nothing had gotten to me, until that blush— that was when I realized I was fucked! ~~~~ Chantelle's POV I flipped my hair and danced with a smile on my face. The colored lights of the club were blinding but I enjoyed the sensation. I suddenly felt someone behind me. “Hey!” the stranger shouted over the music into my ear.

Meg stepped forward, her eyes ablaze with righteous fury. Silence consumed the office, and officer Gabby was left in a state of dilemma. He once heard that the heiress of the Song family is heartless and cold. Could he risk his life just for a cheap penny? “Didn't you hear her?” Enzo yelled dangerously. “I… I….he stammered. He felt his gut wrench as Enzo snapped his fingers. And before you know it. Hefty, dangerous men walked in. “I will speak, I will speak”. He could feel his own ragged breathing as he pleaded silently.

Caleb found some girls to talk to fairly quickly. He’d dealt with situations like this before and knew just where to look. He smiled, cordially, as he approached the group. Emma elected to stay in the car. Caleb resisted the urge to frown as he realized none of their cake-make-up faces were familiar. It was always harder to get information from girls who didn’t know him. One was wearing a red wig with matching lipstick and gold eye shadow. One had bleach-blonde hair, pink lips and blue eyelids. The third had decided to be a bit bolder with a black wig, lips and eye shadow.