The True Heiress Slays Novels & Stories

She didn’t even notice Lauren at first. Lauren opened her mouth to speak, but something in Rosa’s tone made her pause. “So, Lauren isn’t the Dean family’s heiress,” Rosa said, her voice lowered but still clear enough in the quiet stairway. “The real heiress is Tessa.” Lauren’s body froze instantly. It wasn’t just the words. It was the tone. Her fingers tightened slowly around the railing, her knuckles turning faintly pale as she stood there, unable to move. “That’s it,” Rosa continued, completely unaware of Lauren standing right behind her. “I need to get Curtis and Tessa married again.”

And just like that, my identity as the fake heiress was exposed. One after another, my conquest targets fell for Evelyn. A single word or a tear from her could instantly reset their affection scores for me to zero, turning all their past warmth into pure malice. Even today, as Evelyn chose to marry William, the other two targets vowed to remain unmarried for life just to honor her. There was no need to wait for my birthday. I'd already failed my mission. "System, can I choose to end my life now?" The system was silent for a long time before answering me.

Selena’s POV Mrs. Ashford moved forward a step, her hand trembling at her side, like she wanted to slap me and knew she couldn’t. “You think your little victory with the Harringtons gives you power over us?” Theo said then, stepping forward. “You’re still an ex-convict. You’re nothing but a placeholder until the real heir steps up.” I turned my gaze to him slowly. “And who would that be, Theo? You?” I let out a cold laugh. “You couldn’t land the deal. I did. And it was my name they stamped on that contract.”

The news anchor’s voice rang out: "Suzanne Smith, a renowned actress and heiress to the Smith Empire in Canada, has resurfaced after years of seclusion from the business world. She has announced the launch of the groundbreaking self-driving car project, Medal Cars, which has already gained approval from the most powerful businessmen worldwide. This marks a new era in AI-driven transportation." Their hands dropped from each other’s hair as they stared in stunned silence. Beatrice’s mouth fell open. "Suzanne… was an heiress to a powerful family?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

On went the midnight blue dress, dripping in diamonds. The mask... a silver and sapphire masterpiece slipped over my face. Steadying my breath, I stepped out. Then... The announcer’s voice rang through the ballroom. “Ladies and gentlemen, The reason for this party, let's welcome on stage the Heiress of Lancaster Group of Company... Miss Sophia Lancaster!” Gasps. Whispers. The crowd stilled. Sophia Lancaster was back. No one had seen her face and today wasn't going to be an exception.

The title read: Trial of the Twelve: The Fall of the First Council. As the figure turned, moonlight revealed her face. Not Alessia. Not Juliana Moretti. But a third heir. One no one saw coming. She smiled. And said softly to the shadows: “It’s time they remembered the true heir to the blood throne.”

"No, e. I just saw it now." "She's a daughter of a famous tycoon and a former actress. Unica hija is therefore the only heir. Graduated with latin honors in Ateneo. My cousin proposed to her but didn't answer. She said she already likes someone," he continued. I have no interest in the speaker's personal life. "He mentioned a name there in the magazine, e. I just forgot." It was a pain in the ass. I could barely understand what the speaker was saying because Harry was speaking next to me. If I only knew he's still that talkative, I should have avoided him.

I thought of the health report I had hidden under my bed. Using all my strength, I stood up. Suzanne just watched me without saying anything. Outside the door, footsteps echoed from the stairs. Suzanne pushed open the windows. The breeze tousled her hair as she smiled at me. "I'm taking everything you have, Sophia. Including your life." A feeling of dread washed over me. I lunged at her. "What are you doing?" As the door opened, Suzanne leaned back. I grabbed her— With a tug, she switched places with me.

My gaze turned murderous. “It’s fine. You’ll understand once you’re dead.” I tightened my hand around her throat. Pearl gasped for air. Her face flushed red, then went pale and bluish as she struggled. “Are you crazy, you trash?” the leader screamed. “Get her! Grab that crazy woman!” The men, all dressed to look like thugs, surrounded us at once. I raised my voice. It cut through the silent night with clarity. “Enough with the act! I know the truth now, and you can’t scare me. I have nothing left to lose! A person with nothing to lose fears nothing. Take one more step, and I will snap her neck!”

Anya shouted, "Hazel, come quick! Someone's fighting!" "No way. This is Nine Courts. Who'd start a fight here?" Hazel didn't believe it at first, until she came out to see for herself. She was shocked. There was a fight, and it was between two unbelievably gorgeous women. Zeke was behind the heiresses, and he couldn't take his eyes off the fighting ladies. 'They're gorgeous! The heiresses are trolls compared to them! Wait a minute. I know one of them!' The heiresses noticed that a moment later. "Wait, that's Ms. Stanton!"