The Stray Heiress Strikes Back Novels & Stories

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.

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

I hated them; my stepsisters were after my life, and I could only sit back and watch them take more steps to my end. “Watch your tone, ho’,” Tracy fired back. “Or what? Are you going to rip out my heart coz breaking it isn't enough? You should be ashamed of yourself,” I spat out. “I may have everything taken from me, but I know a basic slut when I see one,” I clipped. A quick gasp escaped their mouth and then silence followed. We stared for a few seconds, hand clamped and our eyes darted against each other. Until she threw the first hit. Tracy launched a hard slap on my face and Brianna rushed forward wanting to take part in the fun.

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.”

Without waiting for any more words from him, I turned and ran out of the mansion. Back at the reception hall, most guests were gone. Only Seraphina Sterlings remained, commanding her small circle. her black turtleneck gown, sleek pixie coils, and calm yet intimidating demeanor. “Hi, Mrs. Seraphina,” I said softly. “Follow me,” she commanded, leading me to the balcony. She stopped and showed me the phone in her hand. “Explain this,” she demanded. On the screen was a photo of me in my wedding dress, sitting alone at the reception. The bold headline screamed: “The Sterling Bride Abandoned at Her Own Wedding.”