The Stray Heiress Strikes Back Novels & Stories

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.

Every single thing Angelo had his job in the Melendez Corp, his money, his fancy life, I gave him that. And Bella? She thought she won? No. I would destroy them both. I would take everything from them. Just like they took everything from me. The car stopped in front of the huge iron gates of the Melendez estate. The guards immediately opened the gates. Their faces were shocked as they saw me. No one had seen me in years. But now, Now, I was back. And I was done hiding… Ariana Melendez was back! Back to were in the world truly belongs.

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.

She wasn’t wondering why Ezra was allowed to run about and enjoy the sunshine whilst she was trapped in here repeating numbers that meant little to nothing to her. The next mistake, the ruler was not so polite, and rather than making contact with the table, it met her knuckles. Meggy winced and pulled her hand away, her eyes wide. “You struck me!” she shouted. “I did,” Ms. Strickland admitted. “And I shall do it again if you make another error. Now, pay attention!” Meggy was outraged. She flew up out of the chair, sending it toppling behind her. “You can’t strike me! You’re not my mother!” she shouted.

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.”

She continued struggling until she pulled her hand away from his grip. She shifted back into her seat. "That arrogance might work on other girls," she said, resting her head back against the seat, looking ahead through the windscreen at the dark road stretching out before them. "but not me. I'm not interested! If you really want to repay me, then just leave me alone." Her voice broke on the last words, filled with sadness, and then she turned back to him. "I'm not an heiress or a hooker. I'm just a normal girl who will never be your type. So can't you just let me go?"

“Nothing. I’m… bored, I guess. I don’t know what to do with all this freedom you keep talking about.” His gaze traveled over me slowly—sundress, bare legs, the way the fabric clung in the morning humidity. Something dark flickered in his eyes. “Okay,” he said, voice dropping. “Strip.” My breath caught. “What?” “Strip.” He leaned back in his chair, utterly calm. “I want to see your body.” Heat rushed through me—shock, anger, and something far more dangerous. The hem of my dress was already brushing my thighs; the fabric felt suddenly heavy, pulling at my skin. I hesitated, fingers curling into the material.