The True Heiress Slays Novels & Stories

With all courage I gently said, "I am Celestine Duke, the Heiress of Vamparia, please let me enter the heart of the palace." Sweat was dropping on the floor where I was standing, and the door unexpectedly opened after a few seconds, giving me shivers. The light that comes from the room has blinded my eye, and I'm reawakening my expectations, hoping that this time I won't be disappointed, and would receive a gift.

she said and paused "The winner of this task is already known to us since I called everyone's income out and so, Mitchell Campbell is the new heiress to the Campbell's properties" she announced "What?!! That's not possible grandma! How can you allow her to rule over us? You know how grumpy she is already. If you make her the heiress, she will be so full of herself and won't have regard for anyone" John said "I never mentioned attitude when I gave you the tasks. Mitchell won this so you have to accept her as the heiress and put in your best next time" Grandma said

Harry rushed forward, grabbing Lilian by the neck with a vice-like grip. "You're so evil!" Lilian's breath was cut off in an instant. The suffocating pain caused her face to turn red, but she just laughed hysterically. "I banished the girl you've treated like your life's purpose in the countryside when she was young. She's endured so much hardship. You've failed your mission! The true heiress should be my daughter, Jessica! She's the real heiress!"

But then she remembered her saying that if Marie followed her, she will have to shoot her head with a bullet. Walking passed through the deserted corridors, she opened each container and poured the liquid all over the first floor of the mansion. Momentarily, she could hear gunshots from above the house and she cannot help but get more and more excited. “The plan worked, little heiress… they have started killing each other like stupid pawns in your little game of chess,” taunted the voice inside her. Steffy had finally emptied the containers so she decided to follow the gunshots from the third floor of the mansion. She could hear muffled voices, followed by a loud wailing which has sounded li

I tilted my head, before the seawater rose once more, leaving only their heads above the water. At that point, no one dared to move. My parents reached towards me. "Our poor daughter, can't you let us out so we can make it up to you?" Anna trembled, shaking her head, "I don't want your position anymore, Sylvia! I just want to live!" Even Gerard panicked. "Sylvia, it was Anna who seduced me! Let me out and I'll marry you instead!" Listening to their desperate pleas, I burst out laughing. But if you wanted to break someone completely, you had to strike at the heart.

At that moment, I understood Tanya's intention. She wanted to frame me, making it look like I had pushed her down the stairs so my parents would see me as a vicious person. The live comments also started celebrating too soon. "Tanya knew there were cameras in the villa, but she deliberately chose a blind spot to fall down the stairs. Now, the fake heiress has no way to defend herself." I watched the scene expressionlessly and then pressed the button beside the staircase. The next second, Tanya, who should have slammed hard onto the ground, was launched into the air, forming a graceful arc instead.

“ Yes I know who she is….” “ No sweetie , you clearly don’t. You’re planning a mating ceremony with a stripper Kayden.” “ I said I know.” His face didn’t move. But something flickered in her eyes and he could see it. “ So you’re telling me you’re getting married to a fucking stripper huh ? Is that what it will take for you to love huh Kayden.” She said letting out a laugh of disbelief. “You don’t remember, do you?” Silvia said, voice low and venom laced. “I worked at that club too before you met her. I was the show. I had the money. The clients. The power. They called me the Queen of Smoke.”

We had a strict family rule where no heir could reveal their identity before a formal engagement. If I had not nearly died at Dallas's hands, Dad would never have made such a dramatic public rescue today. Dad stood up, his gaze coldly sweeping over Dallas and his crew. "A staged scene? Do you know who I am? I'm Hansen Tanner! Do you think my daughter needed to hire people for a show?" "H-Hansen Tanner?!" Someone in the crowd let out a terrified shriek. The gold-and-obsidian bracelet on Dad's wrist caught the light as he moved his hand.

Her eyes locked onto mine, her smile wide, malevolent. I could barely speak. “Amelia… why…” She didn’t answer. Only the flash of her dagger, the glint of its silver edge, and the realization that she had orchestrated this ambush, watching from the shadows, her intentions murderous and precise. The pain in my body, the fear in my heart, all of it converged into a single, undeniable truth: I was not just fighting rogues. I was a pawn in a larger game. Lesiana’s voice cut through my panic. “Silver, get up!”