The True Heiress Slays Novels & Stories

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!”

he said. He was starting to get cold and distant again, confirming my suspicions. Why would Adrian be jealous about an imaginary Knight? "It actually a Knightess. Layla's call came in at the right time and saved me from crying myself a river." I said, attempting to clear up the air. Adrian released an obvious sigh of relief and chuckled. "You must owe her your life then." he said. The oven dinged, breaking into our conversation. Adrian pulled on a pair of mittens and pried the oven doors open; he then pulled out a flaming hot ceramic pot and dropped it gently on the kitchen island.

Below the stage, Nick and my stepmother stood slack-jawed, the color draining from their faces until they looked cadaverous. The hall, which had been stunned into silence a moment before, now erupted into a roar. "Oh my God—what play is this? Who is the real heiress?" "Jessica is the true heiress? She's been treated so unfairly!" "The Wheaton family is monstrous—using their daughter as a bargaining chip and treasuring an impostor?" Amid the chaos, I lifted the microphone. "Carrie." Carrie whipped her head toward me, eyes blazing. "There's one more thing in the box."

Useless fools who don't deserve to live! I always knew she wasn't simple, ordinary girl. There must be something else. And guess what? That slut was the heiress of the Valler organization, her brother the most powerful man alive. Tsk. They just had to make things even more complicated. But I will never give up, I will never admit defeat, I will never bow down to that Valler wench! I'll suck my blood and dry my bones until the moment I lay my eyes on the devil dragging her to hell. Give up my glory? Hah! OVER. MY. DEAD. BODY.

She choked out, blood spilling out of her mouth with every word. Kate, her stepmother, sneered with hatred, "She took my husband! How dare she come after my husband to seduce him?" "Seduce him?" Victoria chuckled darkly, her eyes filled with mockery. "Was my mother the one who did the seducing, or your cunning husband, who wasn't satisfied with a hag like you? My mother didn't seduce your husband, and you greedy people don't deserve to slander her name!" She bit back at them, making all their faces ugly. Kate snickered and slapped the dying Victoria across the face angrily.

Seraphina Vaughn, not Cole, not his wife, not the woman who ironed his shirts and endured his mother's voice and carried a loss alone in a white hospital room at 3 am. Seraphina Vaughn. That's my real name now. So book the best stylist in the city," I said. "I want a dress that makes every person in that room forget every other woman who walks through the door. Remi smiled slowly."And Damian," he said. I set the invitation down, picked up my pen and opened the next file on my desk."Damian Cole is going to walk into that gala thinking he is there for a business opportunity," I said. "he is going to sit at his table near the back, he is going to watch me walk into that room, and he is going to

I closed my eyes, savoring this happiness that was soaked in blood yet incredibly secure. The drama of the real and fake heiress had finally ended in my total victory. This is my ending. It isn't a fairy tale. But I am the one and only Mrs. D'Angelo, the Queen of the underworld. (The End)

“I think I saw a few pictures of him in the living room.” Dragana gazed at Isabella thoughtfully. Like she was contemplating whether Isabella can handle the information or not. “He suffered the same fate as your mother.” She said calmly. “Only in his case, it wasn't a jilted lover.” Isabella briefly wondered if that is why Dragana had insinuated she understood what Isabella was feeling. “No need to feel pity for me princess, I exacted a revenge that would make Jigsaw envious,” Dragana said with a sinister smile. But she couldn't Isabella. The heiress saw through the tough act. Dragana still mourned her husband in her own way.

"How does it feel to learn that you're actually the true Blackwood heiress? That you've been painted as the stepdaughter, the outsider, when in reality you have the strongest claim to the inheritance?" Natasha's performance is flawless. Her eyes fill with tears and tremble with emotion as she looks directly into the camera with heartbreaking sincerity. "I never wanted this," she whispers. "I never wanted to be the heiress. I never wanted any of this attention or responsibility. All my life, I've been told I was the stepdaughter, that I was lucky to be taken in by the Blackwood family. I was grateful just to have a home, a family who cared about me."