The True Heiress Slays Novels & Stories

The creatures weren't just destroying the walls; they were destroying everything, and they moved with purpose, with coordination, as if they weren't mindless beasts but something far more sinister. "Raina!" My mother again, more frantic now. And beneath it, I heard footsteps—my stepfather's heavy boots thundering up the stairs. The spell broke. I spuned away from the window and ran for the door, my mind suddenly flooding with survival instinct. The house lurched beneath my feet—an actual physical lurch, as if the ground itself was trembling. Dust rained down from the ceiling, and I heard the crack of wood splitting as the structure groaned under stress.

Her deceit was exposed, and she was caught red-handed before being slapped by the real heiress. The real heiress was none other than Neve, and the person getting slapped was Jade. No wonder Bella had said this scene had been specifically prepared for her. No wonder the assistant's expression had been off. No wonder the usually closed and strict production was bustling with activity today. Everything had been schooled by Bella to humiliate Jade in public. "She’s trying to play tricks on me, huh." Jade smirked, a cold glint flickering in her eyes. Putting down the script and sitting back in her seat, she acted as if nothing had happened.

My chest tightened painfully as the nurse’s voice echoed in my head. “Inform Mr. and Mrs. Cole their baby boy has arrived.” My breathing grew uneven. Then Adrian spoke again. “But Viv… What about Heather?” The moment my name surfaced, my heart sank. I held my breath. Waiting. Praying. “What about her?” Vivianne said lightly. “She already gave us our son. She’s useless now..” A pause. Then.. “We should just get rid of her.” Everything shattered completely. My knees almost buckled under me. Get rid of her?

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

Her eyes were like that of a predator, her gentle strides held confidence and grace. "I. Don't. need. to be a princess to be a queen, I don't follow customs, and I never will, Just so you know, am wealthier than the duke himself, so don't categorize me as your equal, am an heiress, so I qualify to sit beside him, you can't do anything about it Mrs. Estelle Lockwood." After finishing her long speech she smirked. Sometimes you need to scratch with your claws to pass your point. "Such disrespect!, this can't be condoned in here!!" Estelle was gritting her teeth, her face turned green.

Then, she wrapped my hand around a knife and guided my hand to lightly stab her in the chest. To make the whole performance more convincing, she hadn't hesitated to injure herself. The spectators at the trial were furious. "This is blatant framing!" "To get rid of the real daughter, this fake heiress went so far as to gamble with her own life!" "Let Sonia Shore go!" "Sonia is innocent! We demand her immediate release and the arrest of Jean Shore!" As the crowd hurled accusation after accusation, Mom and Dad collapsed weakly into their seats, their faces ashen.

"Stop. I said STOP!" His face clearly had the horror stuck features, blank terrified eyes and quivering silhouette. What a useless man, who had gotten frightened from an unarmed fragile woman! But hereby I ask you was she really defenseless with her exceptionally lethal fighting skills and the advanced technology? The heiress gritted and her stare grimmed with disgust penetrated into the man's soul, within a blink of an eye Skylar crouched down on her left foot placing both hands on the ground and stretching her right leg.

In an instant, the Heir was thrown backward, slamming into the mud. “Then remember this,” Evelyn said coldly. “I didn’t survive the crown to lose it to my own ghost.” But even as she spoke, the Heir began to rise again, her wounds closing with unnatural speed. She laughed, a low, chilling sound. “You can’t kill what you cast away, Evelyn. You can’t destroy me without destroying yourself.” And with that, the Black Heir vanished into smoke, her army retreating like shadows at dusk. Kael reached her seconds later, his sword drawn. “What happened? Where did she go?”

He said that there is more toil. "What do you need from me?" Saint promised weakly. "We want your power! Your position! And your wealth. And Deus wants to know where the hell is the mafia heiress." Mafia Heiress? Savienna is the real mafia heiress. But I am still claiming it as me because that's what they thought too. "Okay, I got what I wanted. Now I need to erase you to keep your mouth shut." Because of what Saint said, I saw a strange fear that enveloped Gayle's entire being.

The banquet did not end because of this episode. Instead, it became even livelier. However, I knew Sienna would never let this go. Soon enough, new pop-up messages appeared. [The Harlow parents are actually giving the family heirloom to the fake heiress!] [My God, they're not even pretending anymore. They favor the real heiress openly but secretly prioritize the fake heiress in everything?] [I feel so bad for her! She should just destroy the heirloom. After all, it'll become the key weapon the fake heiress uses to bring her down later.]