The True Heiress Slays Novels & Stories

Vivienne Kensington was completely unrecognizable. The arrogant, untouchable heiress who had tried to execute their children hours ago was gone. Her bespoke designer coat was entirely ruined, completely soaked in the freezing rain and heavy, dark blood. She didn't hold a weapon. She stood shivering violently in the headlights of the armored SUV, staring up at the King and Queen of the underworld. Lucian didn't hesitate. His massive, heavily corded frame moved with a terrifying, apocalyptic speed, stepping flawlessly onto the tarmac to completely eclipse Zara. His hand rested brutally on the hilt of his combat blade.

I was smiling when I left Azrael’s building. Even after all that — the unsettling opulence, his cryptic smirk, and the way his words coiled around me like chains made of silk — I was smiling. Because I had done it. I had the money. I could finally pay Heather back. I could finally unshackle Theo from her control. Even if I have sold my soul to the devil, it was all worth it if it would mean that I would help Theo.

People were leaning forward in their seats, desperate to know more. "The accident wasn't an accident at all. It was orchestrated by a business rival who bribed hospital staff to fake my granddaughter's death and give her to an orphanage under a false name." Alexander's voice hardened. "But despite everything that monster did to destroy my family, he failed. My granddaughter survived. She grew up strong and brilliant and kind. And tonight, I have the honor of introducing her to all of you." He turned and extended his hand toward me. "Ladies and gentlemen, my granddaughter and heir, Isabella Morrison."

princess" title with Alicia. - The birthday banquet was a grand affair. Everyone came to catch a glimpse of the Rodney family's long-lost second daughter. Dressed in a custom-made gown by Chester, Alicia played her role to perfection as the dazzling, untouchable heiress of the Rodney family. While pretending to help me change into my dress, she leaned in, eyes bright with smugness, and whispered in my ear, "So what if you're the biological daughter, Eliza? You're just the second child—barely relevant. I'm still the one Mom and Dad adore most. You want to play dirty little tricks? Eliza, you've got a long way to go."

“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 guess you must be Cherry Sylvester or Should I say Cherry Alphonso? After she had asked me, I looked and replied with a smile. “Yes, I am.”I guess I was quite known as the wife of a CEO Billionaire. “As you know, I am Vivian Gallante. I am a very successful model.” I could feel the pride in the way she was speaking. “I and Leonard used to f**k. We were lovers”Her condescending tone and expression had said the kind of person she was. “We used to be lovers. I was the only woman he had ever loved. We just had a little disagreement and then we broke up.”The smile on my face dropped after she had said that.

"And his date, who is she? She's absolutely gorgeous. It's like she stepped out of a fairy tale, a mix of queen and princess!" "Is she the next big thing, groomed by some entertainment tycoon, debuting at Victoria Garden House today? Just imagine, rubbing shoulders with the elite here could pave her way to stardom, as long as she steers clear of any bad deals." "Could be! However, what if she's the elusive Ms. Foster?" "No chance! Ms. Foster, the heiress of the Foster dynasty, wouldn't fly under the radar. Just look at her, clinging to Mr. James Foster like she's his shadow..."

Keesha goes to the middle and she is nervous—her heart is pounding like crazy, every time someone is looking. She breath heavily, when someone shouted. “GUARDS!” All of the people inside are alerted! She speaks, “right in front of you, is the true Monteverde.” All of the people stopped and looked to her. She takes off her mask gradually and the eyes of everyone would like to pop out! They see the lost daughter of Mr. Alfredo Monteverde. Keesha smiled, “I am Keesha Monteverde and the true heiress of my father’s treasure.”

“They share the same birthday because they were switched at birth. The real heiress lost everything, became an orphan at five, and spent ten years in an orphanage before being found. And yet, every year after that, she was pushed into the background while the imposter stole the spotlight!” “Right! And at that same party, the fake heiress ‘accidentally’ fell into the pool with her! In her own family’s pool! I’m starting to think she pushed Fiona in on purpose!” “They claimed the real heiress tried to end her life, but if she truly wanted to, she would’ve done it long before now! Why on her birthday of all days? And she’s wheelchair-bound—how could she possibly harm a fully abled adult? Clearl

"I'll get your usual caramel latte with extra whip, right?" I smiled, she remembered. "Yeah." Natalie hurried off, returning minutes later with my drink and a giant blueberry muffin. "On the house," she said, plopping into the chair across from me. "Now SPILL. How does a billionaire heiress end up working a normal job and hiding her identity?" I took a sip of the latte perfect, as always before sighing. "Long story." "We've got time," Natalie said, propping her chin on her hands.