Novel & Cerita The True Heiress Slays

princess" title with Alicia. - The birthday banquet was a grand affair. Everyone came to catch a glimpse of the Rodney family's long-lost second daughter. Dressed in a custom-made gown by Chester, Alicia played her role to perfection as the dazzling, untouchable heiress of the Rodney family. While pretending to help me change into my dress, she leaned in, eyes bright with smugness, and whispered in my ear, "So what if you're the biological daughter, Eliza? You're just the second child—barely relevant. I'm still the one Mom and Dad adore most. You want to play dirty little tricks? Eliza, you've got a long way to go."

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.

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!”

“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."

I ask. "What? You can't..." "Someone could fvcking die!" My scream slashed into the thin air. "What?" "The heiress!" I took to my heels again. All companies have striking building structure, I should be able to figure it out. The rooftop is most certainly by the right. I caught a glimpse of the elevator and rush in. That was pretty much easier than running on the stairs. I got to the last floor where I shuffled past different entrances before getting it right. I kick the door down and my sight went blur, a loud noise going off in my head when I saw her body on the floor.

The urge to scream, to run up to him and demand answers, surged within me, but my feet felt rooted to the ground, my mind clouded with shock and betrayal. Then, as if things couldn’t get any worse, I saw her. Emily. She sauntered up to him, a smirk on her lips, her eyes glinting with the cruel satisfaction of someone who knew they had won. My stomach twisted into knots. I watched in horror as she reached out to him, her fingers trailing down his arm in a gesture that was far too intimate, far too familiar. She leaned in closer, her voice low but clear enough for me to catch the smug tone.

Eynas assisted his queen in her seat. Astra put her face to his face. She looked at him and smiled. "I'm fine" she mumbled and turned her redhead in front of her broods. "Let's welcome, the first heiress of the Erasmus Kingdom!" She growls. "And I declare war among dragons and humans! We will restore our dragon power, the Heart of Magic from them! Scream for me! Scream!" Astra made an extreme growl and all of them made a rumbling sound.

He just killed someone. They were trying to kill you. But he did it so… effortlessly. Like this wasn’t the first time he was taking a life. The thought sent shivers through my body. You need to get out of here. My mind was already thrown into a spiral. Dad was definitely going to kill me this time. Imagine the headlines. The defiant heiress strikes again but this time, she makes an irreversible mistake. I didn’t do anything. Yeah. I’ll go to the cops, tell them what happened and-