Novel & Cerita The True Heiress Slays

A voice thundered deep as earth. “The Heir takes the Crown, the Vow awakens.” John staggered. The crown hovered over the pedestal no longer on his head. His eyes met Sarah’s. “It’s choosing again.” The crown lifted, Sarah reached out. “John!” But the figure who emerged from the echoed flames was not John. It was the woman, the first bearer. Her eyes burned and she touched the crown. The crown landed on her head. Her voice broke the silence: “Your heir fails. I am the Blood Moon’s true heir.”

I wanted to call out for help, but a part of me suspected I might be kidnapped, and alerting whoever was holding me might not be the best idea. I slipped on my slippers and stood up, feeling a bit dizzy. My head throbbed, but I managed to move forward. I gripped my hairpin tightly, using it as a makeshift defense. As I stepped out of the room, I took in the grandeur of the mansion. It was huge, even bigger than mine, and beautifully decorated. The walls were painted white, and the hallway was adorned with various art pieces. The opulence suggested that my kidnapper was wealthy, which made me wonder what their motives were because it was clear that they don't need money from me.

Phones were raised higher, capturing every second. Adrian’s chair of composure snapped. His jaw clenched, his voice cutting through the din like thunder. “Enough.” The crowd hushed instantly, as though some instinct told them not to cross this man. Adrian stepped forward, his sharp suit immaculate, his presence radiating authority. His eyes blazed as he stared down Damon and Sloane. “She’s our sister,” Adrian said, each word measured and lethal. “Our blood sister. And now that she is where she belongs, as a Cross—and not just any Cross, but the Cross Heiress—you will treat her with respect.”

“Let’s go.” She didn’t wait for the driver to open the door. She opened it herself and stepped out. Boom. The crowd erupted. Bodyguards immediately swarmed her, forming a tight circle. Flashes exploded like lightning. The noise was overwhelming. “Miss Moore, did you really forge Mr. Westwood’s will?” “Are you qualified to run a fashion empire, or just sleep with its owner?” “Did you kill Darius because he refused to marry you?” That last one hit her like a steel-toed boot to the chest.

The cheers continued as Raven frees herself from the heiress's grip, she tripped her leg and the heiress fell to the ground, what continued was a series of attacks, even when the heiress hit her , Raven didn't stop attacking until the latter admitted defeat. " The eldest miss of the Smith family wins" Once again, an heiress from Green city had defeated someone from Havilah. " That was great, I knew you were going to win" Meek said quietly immediately Raven stepped down. " Thank you, know it all, why don't you predict the winner of the next fight" " Are you sure, if I guess correctly, you owe me a gift" Raven nodded " Alright, just guess it correctly" The two heiresses were from Havilah city,

But instead, it was a herald who stepped forward, his voice booming across the hall. “Presenting Bianca, the true heir to the royal pack.” The room went silent. My heart thundered. What? Before I could make sense of it, Bianca stepped through the doors, looking radiant in a trailing blue gown with a tiara I had never seen before glittering on her head. My father stood by her side with his arm hooked through hers, just as proud as the day I’d beaten him in combat. She smiled as she walked into the room, her eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on me.

I’m nosy sue me. “You were supposed to sleep with Shane Ryder not Percival Black! Why are you so stupid Clare”a woman’s voice rings out and from what she is saying I realize it belongs to Clare Haistings mother, Iris Haistings, “Mother I don’t know what happened. Shane Ryder was not in the room he was supposed to be in that’s not my fault but Arias. She was supposed to get him there and she didn’t!” There’s a loud screech then she’s says “I’m going to kill that bitch right after I kill her mother”

His eyes had no focus as his face was already disfigured. As much as Elizabeth was enjoying Greg withering like a worm she couldn't stay here she had one more mission and that was to go kill Megan. It was either now or never. “Say hello to the devil's because you are going to hell”. She yelled on top of her longs making sure her voice was named with mockery. “I am Elizabeth Chase. The only daughter of the most influential man who has the wealth of generations. The most cunning and manipulative person you will ever meet. I am always ten steps ahead”. She praised herself before taking slow elegant steps outside leaving Greg to burn down into ashes.

“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.

With flawless makeup on, I looked straight into the camera and calmly said, "Yes, I'm Cindy, the so-called arrogant and domineering heiress who beat her two brothers and cut ties with her biological father. "For those who want to criticize me, this livestream is open. Just for today, nobody will be banned for anything they say."