The True Heiress Slays Novels & Stories

The Public Humiliation The clock struck ten. The music faded, and Julian stepped onto the small stage, grabbing a microphone. He looked at me, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of triumph and malice. "Can I have everyone’s attention?" Julian’s voice boomed. "Today is my birthday, but it’s also a day of 'new beginnings.' Vivienne, darling, why don't you come up here? I know you have something for me." The room went silent. The elite of New York turned to watch the billionaire heiress play the fool for her chauffeur’s son once again. Stacy smirked from the front row, clutching a designer bag I’d bought her last Christmas.

"Come on, Gab. Don't leave yet." "I'm leaving if that's all you're going to say. I'm here because I want you to know me more. But if that's all I'm going to get, no thanks." As he started walking away, I spoke up. "I'm also an heiress." He stopped in his tracks. "And just like you, I'm not ready yet."

Before I could look up at him, he was gone. Leaving me with the dying reporter. “Stay still I'm going to call for help." I said quickly. She looked at me, recognition dawning even through pain. “It was you,” she whispered hoarsely. My world tilted. “You’re the Carter heiress.”

“I’m the real heiress of the Grant family.” “No way!” Yvette screamed, protesting, but then she realized we were not at the orphanage. She clamped her hands over her mouth and shook her head in panic. “You died so horribly in your last life. Ms. Hovard had to collect your body. I got there too late and only saw your ashes. And now, you’re saying you’re the real heiress? Who are you trying to fool? No parent could be that cruel to actually kill their own child.”

He said. "I've been working my butt off for everyone all my life" "And It's time for me to step down and enjoy the rest of my life" I was so shocked. Don't tell me. "It's time to introduce the new successor of Madden Group of Hospitals and Madden Realty Group" No way. Not yet. "Let me introduce to you, my one and only heiress, the reason for all of my hard work. Soline Madden" My mouth dropped. I want to throw tantrums at dad but everyone is looking at me including the men I slept with.

When he brought her like a piece of rag from that lying bitch, she admits that she lost hope but she sees a future now and she can grab it. She is not a whore and will never be one. She is the heiress of GLV Winery and she will not let her story turn out this way. She will not be a piece of wood in the closet of this bastard. She will bid her time and escape. She will find that witch and teach her a life lesson she will never forget. She made Uncle Nicholas squandered all her fortune as if that was not enough, she sold her. Talking about having your cake and eating it too but she will make this earth bitter for her.

Everyone froze, each of them asking themselves when she moved and did all the killing, Jon saw this and started shooting at her but the bullets kept falling to the ground, seeing that she is not dying he made to run but the lady just appeared in front of him as he was about getting to the door and then cut him into two. By now some of the men have already started throwing up because of all the gory killing, but the lady just stretched the sword to one of her men and another one gave her a towel to clean her cheek that had a streek of blood and then she walked back to the fire front, and everyone comported themselves. " So where was I ?, Ah successor that's me, and I just killed the person wh

Just a little bit of alcohol and I'll be fine. I sneaked out without Ben or my bodyguards. Bodyguards will just a hindrance to me. I drive my own car while wearing my sexy spaghetti dress and high stiletto. I wore my sunglasses the moment I enter the bar. The people gave way to me because I know in one glance they will knew me. "She's the heiress of the Hepburn right?" "Yes...I heard that she got herself in trouble again," "Trouble? Again?" "Yeah...she had a fight with Lauren Hill. You remember the witness in Genalyn Carter's case?"

Brian called it. “Pop-up my ass!”, Jake thought. The place reeked of moldering concrete and spilled cognac, the air sticky with sweat and the kind of desperation that clung to rich kids slumming it for the night. His brother Brian was in his element, pressed against a redhead in a sequined tube top near the makeshift bar. Her laugh pierced the noise, sharp and performative, as Brian’s hand slid down her waist. Jake knew the drill: Brian would charm her, fuck her in some VIP bathroom, then ghost her by sunrise. The Reagan playbook.

"He works with evil men. They seek the power of the symbols. They have forced a girl named Valerie to marry my grandsons Noah and Neal. They believe she carries the magic. But they are wrong and they will never get realize it because they would have been dead. The true heiress will come later from Moonshade. She is the one we have waited for." I read the words three times, not believing what I was seeing. Valerie was forced to marry Noah! The man with the snake ring from my vision, he made her do it! They thought she had the magic. But she didn't have it. I did. I was the true heiress. I was the one meant to be here all along. The vision I saw of Valerie being threatened... it was real. They