Novel & Cerita The True Heiress

Eynas assisted his queen in her seat. Astra put her face to his face. She looked at him and smiled. "I'm fine" she mumbled and turned her redhead in front of her broods. "Let's welcome, the first heiress of the Erasmus Kingdom!" She growls. "And I declare war among dragons and humans! We will restore our dragon power, the Heart of Magic from them! Scream for me! Scream!" Astra made an extreme growl and all of them made a rumbling sound.

He closed his eyes and could not be bothered to return the greeting. "This is Aunt Hestia. She's Xander's mother." Hestia did her best to control her trembling. "She's not quite there yet." "What?" "She can't pull off being an heiress. She's still missing something. After all, the original is right here." Hestia pointed confidently at Grace. The woman's smile almost disappeared. Clad in identical attire, the contrast in their elegance and poise became starkly apparent. When Grace wore the dress, the air of an heiress seemed more pronounced than ever.

But in a twist that could turn any plot into a labyrinthine maze, I, the girl with a penchant for chaos, was supposedly the heiress of the winter gauntlet. His head jerked away, eyes scanning our surroundings, a silent check for eavesdroppers. "The king fathered me with a woman. It was a secret I unearthed two years ago. Your mother and the queen, they were siblings. That makes you an heir by blood, Idrish, and heir to the gauntlet. That's the abridged version of a complex tale, for now."

"I haven't, why not tell me about it…" Imelda hissed out so loud glaring at the woman she ever regrets having a a mother. "The Zoren's family are inviting everyone to the welcome back ceremony of their Heiress…" she announced. Candi got on her feet forcefully, her eyes widened in great shock. "That must not be true, it can't happen… who the heck is the fucking heiress?" She screamed. Imelda let out a mocking smile. "Screaming won't solve the matter. The worst part of it, is that the Heiress is my maid…"

Harry needed to know the truth, and he was determined to find it. Lilian sprang to her feet, her voice sharp. "Harry, stop! If you want the truth, then I'll give it to you!" Harry halted, turning to face her. "What's the truth?" In that moment, Lilian didn't need to hide anymore. The jealousy and resentment she had bottled up for years exploded. "Yes, Jessica is my biological daughter, and Wendy is the real heiress. I swapped them all those years ago!" Harry stared at her in disbelief. "Why would you do that?"

I told him. He cleared his throat, walking further into the room. "To save us all the stress, Eugene Brown is the heiress to the Lancaster Empire.”

“Only a qualified girl can be by your side-” “Believe me, she's more than qualified,” Liam grumbled. “Haley is the secret heiress of the DG Group. Is that what you wanted to hear? Are you satisfied?” However, the woman didn't look satisfied. She looked as if she'd lost her tongue. “That's the biggest joke of the century!” She scoffed. “How can this filthy girl with no background be an heiress-” “You can do your research.” Liam interrupted her. “And for the last time, Mum, leave Haley alone. I haven't changed my mind that I can choose her over you.”

“Now it’s time for your truth.” I frown. “What truth, Grandma? That I didn’t really die two years ago? That I only hid until Father’s killer could be found?” She hesitates. Breath sharp. Then her gaze hardens, fierce, determined. “No. The truth I’ve hidden from everyone. That you, Alexa Hills, are the heiress to Hills Corps and Hills Fusion. And now, it’s time to announce you as the rightful owner.” I stare at her, stunned. The air rips out of my lungs.

“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.

“Come on, this is Evander we’re talking about. The guy’s a business genius—he’s not gonna back the losing side. Chloe stares at him like a lovesick puppy, but he’s got his eyes on ‘nobody’ Esther? Yeah, she’s not a nobody. He must know she’s the real deal.” In just a few short minutes, various media platforms sent the news skyrocketing as if on a rocket to the clouds. And just like that, the truth was out. #ForsakenDaughterTurnsOutToBeHeiressOfWorld Mogul Victor Davenier #FakeHeiressRealBossLady ***