Novel & Cerita The True Heiress Slays

She was stunned as she was not sure if Adrian would go this far. "Wait! Adrian would not do that. He might be a monster. He might have killed me in the most brutal way. But you are his blood too. Hayden and Adrian share the same blood. And you are the only heiress to his throne." Eve questioned Dabria in a low tone. She was just too surprised to agree with Dabria's words.

I'm an Alpha, an heiress, and a well-brought-up lady. "A heiress indeed. A heiress without a land or pack. And - if you are well brought up as you claimed, how come you rushed at my manhood the moment you had the chance?" "I don't have a choice. " "Nobody put knives to your throat." "Yes, but things were more complicated than they appeared to you."

I was getting ready to bring my girlfriend home to meet my mother when Rosalind Whitehall suddenly went silent. I was starting to panic when a notification popped up on my phone. It was a wedding livestream from a couple with 1,000,000 followers. "Looking back, the laughter and joy of that wedding celebration made it the happiest moment of my life. Mr. Grosvenor, I'm counting on you for the rest of my life." "We promised that once we hit 1,000,000 followers, the groom would finally show his face. A promise is a promise." In the video, Rosalind stood in a wedding dress and gently exchanged rings with a man. Our mutual friends flooded the comments. [Five years, and we finally got to watc

But the burn didn’t ease the knot in his chest. The news flashed on TV. “In breaking news, the missing Hartman heiress has been found alive after twenty-three years…” Adrian froze. The screen showed Evelyn stepping from a black car, surrounded by cameras. “She’s the missing Hartman heiress,” he whispered. Charlotte paled. “That’s impossible.” Adrian barely heard her. Every cruel word he’d thrown at Evelyn echoed in his head. He’d called her a gold digger, said she didn’t belong. Now she was the richest woman in New York.

“Now it’s time for your truth.” I frown. “What truth, Grandma? That I didn’t really die two years ago? That I only hid until Father’s killer could be found?” She hesitates. Breath sharp. Then her gaze hardens, fierce, determined. “No. The truth I’ve hidden from everyone. That you, Alexa Hills, are the heiress to Hills Corps and Hills Fusion. And now, it’s time to announce you as the rightful owner.” I stare at her, stunned. The air rips out of my lungs.

Confusion swarmed in Greg's eyes as he held on to her fragile body. “I did some digging, Greg. About Megan. About who she really is.” Greg froze, his mind reeling with disbelief. “What do you mean?” he asked for the hundredth time. Elizabeth took a deep breath, her hands trembling as she reached for her phone. “I found something. Something that might explain everything.” With trembling hands, she handed Greg her phone, the screen displaying a headline that made his blood run cold: “New York's Youngest Heiress Revealed: Margaret Song.”

Every question on the college entrance exam was one I had seen before. After I handed in my papers, I was the first to rush out of the examination hall. I said to the reporter who was interviewing me, "The questions aren't hard. I hope I'll go to the same school as him!" After I said that, someone yelled, "Cut! Thanks to our generous boss, everyone will get five hundred dollars in tips!" Everyone cheered as my mother slowly walked over. "After you returned to us, you've always scored better than Courtney, and she's been depressed because of it. She said that her entire life was built on a lie. "So, for you—our biological daughter—we built an exact replica of an examination hall and s

"You were right all along, Daniel. This murder… it's not what it seems. But you're not going to like what you hear." She finally turned to face me, her eyes shining with a newfound intensity. "You want to know why I'm involved. Why I lied to you. The truth is… I'm not who you think I am." I remained still, my heart hammering in my chest. I knew this moment would change everything between us, but I wasn’t prepared for what she was about to say. "I'm an… heiress," she began, her voice trembling. "My father is a powerful man, the head of a criminal organization. He's behind all of this. The murder… it wasn’t a mistake. It wasn’t an accident. It was planned."

"By reason of the Trial of Blood and Fire, which has never been completed in hundreds of years by anyone, not even you, Katharina, nor any other High Witch — we now finally have a true heir, chosen by our ancestors — vested with the spirit of Florence Dubois." "Annabeth Dubois is the true descendant of Florence Dubois. So, Katharina, it is treachery even to dare to call yourself the High Witch!" Katharina's mouth gaped in disbelief. Then she began to laugh hysterically. "It is only in death that I shall relinquish my status as the High Witch," she snarled, daringly. Then she tried to attack Annie with a ball of fire, but water intercepted her from the left. The impact of the two elements gav

His laugh was dark and low. “Careful, I might enjoy watching my queen command the empire too much.” The next target waited. Betrayals still lurked. My double life was fully exposed, but instead of weakness, it had forged me into something stronger. The hidden heir was dead. Isabella Voss reigned. And the Reaper stood at her side—obsessed, possessive, and utterly hers.