The Stray Heiress Strikes Back Novels & Stories

“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.

He closed the distance between them and firmly grasped her hand once again. When their eyes met, he saw the fire burning in hers. "So what? So what if I am the stripper, Lucas?" she spat, no longer resisting his grip. He tightened his hold on her as she challenged him. "How dare you call me a slut," her voice quivered with rage.

Right? I straightened, my jaw setting. She thought this was over? She thought she could walk away from me, marry him, and just forget? No. No fucking way. I’d get her back. No matter what it takes. Even if I had to burn the whole world down to do it. I glanced back at the door which she had disappeared through. “Just you wait, Alexandra. I'll get you back.”

My mind is still trying to process everything. Not a true Blackwood heiress. Diana and Kieran. Childhood betrothed. Ulterior motive. The pieces are falling into place, but the picture they're forming is too horrific to comprehend. Vivienne raises her hand, and I see the slap coming. The physical manifestation of her contempt. I Instinctively close my eyes, bracing for impact. But the slap doesn't land. I peel my eyes open, confused, and find Vivienne's wrist held firmly by someone.

He turned away to leave, causing me to softly call for his attention but he ignored me. Who was he? How sure was their Alpha that I was willing to stay in his manor? I raced after the man, breathing hard as soon as I caught up with him. We walked down the hall as some of the men and women who worked there gaped at me and whispered amongst themselves. “She's the one,” “That's the homeless girl our Alpha rescued.” “What's she doing here? Isn't she supposed to be on her way?” “Look at that face, it looks like she's here to stay… who wouldn't? This is basically a mining den in her eyes,”

Lucien said immediately, pointing at the screen. Anderson met his gaze. “I thought so too at first. But the deeper I dug, the more differences I found. This woman is the heiress to Starlight; a global empire. And she’s now married to the heir of Enthalice. From what I gathered, they’ve likely been betrothed for years; she only recently returned to New York to…” “When did she return?” Lucien cut in sharply. “I’m not certain,” Anderson admitted, glancing back at the screen. “But from what I can tell… about a week and few days.”

he growled. I yanked my arm away from his hand, and gave both of them one last look. “Not if you regret it first.” I walked away, my heart slamming against my chest. I could feel their eyes on me, but I just shrugged the feeling off. I headed straight to my office, carried my bag and left the building. I stripped off my hospital ID and threw it in the bin. I was done being the victim. I was going to reclaim my seat as the heiress and everyone who had crossed me would rue the days they were born.

And why was the woman saying Kya was poorer than a rat when she was the fiancée of the mall owner and also from the Byrd family? “Do you know her, Maya?” the woman with her asked. “Addison, this woman is Rylee Scott— Sebastian's ex-wife. Did you know she rejected the settlement my fiancé offered?” One of Addison’s eyebrows raised as she looked at Kya, but confusion also showed on her face because of the jewelry Kya was wearing. “Are you sure, Maya? She doesn’t look poor to me.” "Don't be fooled by her looks." Kya shook her head. “I don’t want any trouble, Maya. This is a large jewelry store. You can look on the other side, and I’ll stay here. Enjoy your day.”

She knew this wasn’t over. I stayed in the alley long after she was gone. My hand flexed at my side, remembering the feel of her elbow. The curse pulsed angrily, but for the first time in a long time, the loneliness inside my chest felt a little less sharp. She was mine. She just didn’t know it yet. I pulled out my phone and made the call. “Find her address. The woman from the gala. Jasmine Trivett. And prepare the proxy. Tonight.”

But I found a spark of defiance, and a low chuckle escaped my lips. "I think you should be the one saying your last prayer," I said, my eyes flicking to Lucas, who was poised, ready to strike. Ethan's eyebrows shot up, confusion etched on his face. "What do you mean?" he asked, his gaze darting around, but it was too late. Lucas had already struck, his blow landing squarely on Ethan's head. Ethan winced, clutching his head as he stumbled forward, before crashing to the ground. "Bastard," I muttered, kicking him in frustration.