Novel & Cerita The True Heiress Slays

This attack had been about her from the start. She just hadn't realized. The vampire hunters had never wanted to kill me. The target had always been Alexander. With an Ashbourne bride to bear him a strong half-blood heir, his position as the next Vampire Prince was as good as confirmed. The smoke was thicker now. Alexander was visibly weakening from the silver. The flames were closing in. The air was hot enough to scald. Then I saw it. There was a fire escape on the side of the building, just outside the window.

She had officially, publicly reclaimed her identity as the true, undisputed Blood Moon Heir. And the slaughter had officially begun.

I had survived the tunnels of my childhood; I could survive the shadows of this city. As I climbed into the dark, I felt the baby kick—a sharp, sudden movement that felt like a reminder. I wasn't just fighting for a company. I was fighting for the truth of why my mother was betrayed and why my sister was turned into a weapon. Vincenzo thought he had won because he had the cameras. But I had the keys to his kingdom, and I was starting to realize that the 'True Heir' wasn't the woman in the blue suit. It was the one who knew how to dismantle the machine from the inside out.

“Forget it. It doesn’t matter who you are. You have no right to impersonate my sister.” William placed an arm around my shoulders and turned to face everyone. “Let me introduce her properly. This is my younger sister, Bailey. “Starting today, she is officially returning to headquarters as vice president.” The people who had been defending Freya just moments ago immediately changed their tune and started praising me instead. “So she’s the real heiress. I knew it. She has that kind of presence.” “Exactly. The real heiress kept a low profile for years. Of course she wouldn’t come in shouting about who she was. Freya’s act was way too obvious.”

"That's enough!" Derek suddenly yelled, glaring at me with pure contempt. "Let me tell you the truth—I'm the heir of the Astor family. When my parents get here tomorrow, forget a few dozen—I could give you hundreds! Thousands! You're nothing but a pathetic loser. Who are you to humiliate me?" With that, he shoved past me and ran out. Estelle's face darkened as she snapped at me, "Happy now? You really did hit your head. Now nobody's happy. Just pack your things and come with me!"

Relief. “So that’s it,” she whispered. “You get the crown… and I get the truth.” My heart clenched. I moved toward her without thinking. “No,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “You get me. A sister. If you want one.” Her breath caught, sharp and fragile. Then Calista laughed, bitter, sharp, empty. “How poetic. The lost heiress returns, secrets spill, and I lose everything.” “You lost everything the moment you chose to deceive everyone,” Killian said coldly.

“This is it. Either she destroys it, or we all die.” The struggle tore at Serenya’s body, every bone feeling as though it might shatter. But she pressed on, her eyes blazing like twin suns. Her voice rose above the chaos. “I am Serenya Vale. Heiress of the true line, Guardian of the realm, and child of both shadow and star. You will not break me!” With one final cry, she unleashed everything—light surging outward like a thousand shattered stars reuniting into one. The Wraith screamed as its form disintegrated, dissolving into ash that scattered into the night sky like sparks.

“Hardly. I came to remind you that you don’t own this space; you don’t own this city. Tonight, the spotlight isn’t just yours.” With that, I turned my gaze to Gabriella, who took a small step back, observing me with equal parts disdain and intrigue. “Congratulations on your new partnership,” I said, my openness a strategic mask for the confidence bubbling beneath. “Though we all know you’re merely a pawn in Andre’s elaborate chess game.” Gasps spread through the attendees at my audacity, their eyes darting between the three of us, hungry for the unfolding drama. Gabriella lifted her chin, an unmistakable defiance glimmering in her icy gaze. “And you must be the runaway heiress who’s chosen t