The True Heiress Novels & Stories

Delicate, polished, enviably untouchable. “Do you remember what I told you?” I asked, stepping into the room, my arms folded across my chest. “You are Grace; from this moment forward, Leila Marrow does not exist to you. And I…” I took a deep breath and continued. “I am your stepmother.” Leila turned her gaze to me, her lips curved into that obedient smile she had mastered. “Of course, Mother. I understand everything you told me last night.” “Very well, then.” I gave her a slight nod. “When it’s time, I’ll send someone to fetch you. Stay in this room until then. No unexpected movements.''

In her place, the secret heiress to Vane Holdings, one of the world's most powerful private conglomerates, had finally woken up. ​Walking into my massive walk-in closet, I bypassed the modest, subdued clothing I had worn to blend into the background of the Blackwood estate. Instead, I reached for a sharp, tailored crimson suit. I dressed with meticulous care, pulling my hair back into a sleek, unforgiving style. When I looked in the mirror, the modest orphan Lysander thought he had married was completely gone. I looked like my grandfather. I looked like a Vane. ​When I descended the grand sweeping staircase of the estate, Henri bowed his head in silent approval, his eyes gleaming with recogn

But it was from my father’s company—the quality was excellent. I let out a quiet sigh and tried to explain one last time. “First, the watch is mine. “Second, you’ve mistaken me for someone else. The real heiress is probably still out there somewhere, waiting for you.” Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a frail girl in a server’s uniform standing in the corner of the banquet hall, watching in fear. Her features bore a strong resemblance to the matriarch of the Lawson family, Jasmine Ross, at least seventy or eighty percent.

She didn’t even notice Lauren at first. Lauren opened her mouth to speak, but something in Rosa’s tone made her pause. “So, Lauren isn’t the Dean family’s heiress,” Rosa said, her voice lowered but still clear enough in the quiet stairway. “The real heiress is Tessa.” Lauren’s body froze instantly. It wasn’t just the words. It was the tone. Her fingers tightened slowly around the railing, her knuckles turning faintly pale as she stood there, unable to move. “That’s it,” Rosa continued, completely unaware of Lauren standing right behind her. “I need to get Curtis and Tessa married again.”

CH 10 POV: Sophia The Lost Heiress Returns By evening, the Hartwell estate no longer felt like a home. It felt like a palace preparing for coronation. Crystal chandeliers shimmered overhead. A red carpet stretched from the grand staircase to the ballroom entrance. Media vans lined the gates beyond the iron fencing. The world had been informed. The lost Hartwell heiress had returned. Sophia stood before a full-length mirror as stylists adjusted the final details of her gown — a silver masterpiece that clung to her like royalty.

Yvette jumped up from the bed, shocked and confused. I locked eyes with her, and my tone was serious. “Answer me. Can you do it?” When she reluctantly nodded, I finally let out a sigh of relief. Yvette still looked bewildered. “Queenie, what are you planning?” I recalled the layout of the study and the strange things in the cabinet in my mind. Piece by piece, the final clue to this bizarre adoption puzzle clicked into place. “I know which one of us is the real Grant heiress…”

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Every question on the college entrance exam was one I had seen before. After I handed in my papers, I was the first to rush out of the examination hall. I said to the reporter who was interviewing me, "The questions aren't hard. I hope I'll go to the same school as him!" After I said that, someone yelled, "Cut! Thanks to our generous boss, everyone will get five hundred dollars in tips!" Everyone cheered as my mother slowly walked over. "After you returned to us, you've always scored better than Courtney, and she's been depressed because of it. She said that her entire life was built on a lie. "So, for you—our biological daughter—we built an exact replica of an examination hall and s

"Iris is moving to my private estate immediately. Her safety and her transition into her rightful place begin tonight." Beside the double doors, Madam Paisley leaned heavily on her wooden cane, her face pale and stunned. She was still reeling from the shocking revelation that the orphan maid she had ordered around for months was actually the sole heiress to the Cooper empire. I looked around but I couldn't find Eliana. Maybe she has gone to her room. She's my sister now, there's no avoiding her, except she doesn't want me.

Corvin met them in the courtyard with an armed escort, which told me immediately that we weren't in a position to assume all travelers were friendly. "I'm Vex," one of the women said, pushing back her hood to reveal dark skin, braided hair with silver threads running through them, and scars that ran down one side of her face. "We're scouts from the southern expedition. We were sent to check on the mountain settlements, see if anyone had survived the initial attacks." "From where?" Corvin asked carefully. "From Karenthel. There's a functioning government still there, or at least there was when we left two weeks ago. The city held against the initial assault, and they've been organizing some k