The Stray Heiress Strikes Back Novels & Stories

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" The stranger—she still didn't know his name—didn't release her from his gentle hold. Instead, he turned slightly, positioning himself so that he was partially shielding her from Miles' advance while still keeping her close against his side. "I'm sorry," the stranger said, his voice carrying a note of polite confusion, "but are you speaking to my companion? Because I'm fairly certain she's occupied at the moment." "Your companion?" Miles' voice rose higher, drawing even more attention from the other guests. "That's my fiancée you're manhandling!"

When they finally kissed my forehead and walked out the door, the room fell into a heavy, peaceful silence. I lay back against the pillows, staring up at the dark ceiling. I had a family now. I was a Veyne heiress. The orphan girl who was told nobody wanted her actually came from one of the most powerful dynasties in the world. It sounded like a dream come true. Then, my phone buzzed sharply on the small bedside table. I jumped slightly, breaking my train of thought. I reached over, picked up the glowing screen, and unlocked it. It was a text message from an unknown number.

“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.

she whispered, rocking the girl. “Where are your parents?”, “Papa....”, Vida said amidst sobs. Jacintha’s throat tightened. She stroked her hair and hugged her. “ I'll take you to Papa”. Meanwhile, Reid watched in shock as his daughter interacted with a stranger downstairs. He spotted her through the glass walls upstairs when she fell down. He is even more shocked to see her let the strange woman hug her. He ran to the elevator, it was engaged. He quickly turned on his heels and took the stairs. While running down the stairs, he brought out his phone and called his assistant.

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She is doing this to punish me. Heather stepped forward and the whispers inside the restaurant suddenly became to loud. They felt like tiny needles forcing their selves all the way into my skull, echoing inside my head like nightmares. "Is this your way of taking revenge, Valerie?" Heather took another step forward and I could not even look her in the eye. I prayed that the ground would just open up and swallow me whole. I prayed that something would happen to divert all the people's gaze away from me. I prayed that this isn't happening at all.

Not when it came to A. “A will be back in my life,” I continued, my voice dropping lower, darker. “Aurora. Astrid. Whatever the hell they call her now—she’ll come back to me. She has to. Because she’s mine.” Her struggles weakened, and for a moment, I considered letting her pass out. It might teach her to watch her mouth next time. But no. Not yet. I still needed her. With a flick of my wrist, I released her, and she fell forward, coughing and gasping for air as she clutched at her neck.

“Touch me again, and it'll be the last thing you do before you see angels.” I watched as he recoiled. His lips parted, and I thought he would speak, but he didn't. He simply walked away. “Fucking hell,” I cursed, as I wiped the dust off my dress. There was nothing I hated more than stupid men. As I sat, drinking myself away, I vibed to the songs in the background. I was on my fourth glass when a lady walked up to me. “It's a strip club, why are you sulking here?” She asked,

If I hadn’t, my father only knows what would have happened! “Don’t talk to me in riddles, stranger!” I demanded. “What’s your angle for doing this? What did I even do to you?” He stopped pacing, looking at me with his hard green orbs. “You are going to the Banatan, Xerra. You can’t help but kill someone there! I’m doing this for you! You should not hesitate when the occasion calls for it!” he lectured. I blinked. My hand tightened the hold of the handgun. I fired it next to him. He looked behind him as a tree fell. He did not even flinch, but he turned his head back to me and gave me a hard look.

One hand claws weakly at my wrist, no strength, no strategy. This is the surrender, the price of harming my woman. When she finally understands there’s no escape, she reaches toward the table for the phone. I release her throat. Air floods back into her chest like water. She gasps violently, dragging in breath after breath, body thrashing, desperate, humiliated. I smile faintly. “If you want to breathe like that again,” I say coldly, “call Mr. S. Right now. Otherwise, today is your last day.”