Novel & Cerita The True Heiress Strikes Back

His lips quivered as he opened his mouth. “Y…you…a...are…” He stuttered and looked scared. “Summer Astley.” She cleared his doubt and placed her finger on the trigger, about to shoot him any second. All the hostages were shocked and looked at each other's faces. The girl standing in front of them was Summer Astley, the only heir of the Astley family. And it just meant that the tigress was back in the game to conquer her kingdom when no one had expected it to happen for their name was last heard almost 7 years ago.

He was wrong, and my wolf beneath the skin simmered with irritation, claws flexing just under my nails. Ryan looked at me, calm as ever, and spoke loudly. "There's only one true heiress, yes, but Mrs. Frost gave birth to Serena Frost in the hospital-then, through a cruel twist of fate, the child was swapped. Eighteen years later, she's finally back. The woman before you is the one who lived eighteen years as the false heiress, enjoying privileges she never earned." The doorman's jaw dropped. "So that's why… I thought she was a shameless fraud from the moment I saw her. Turns out she is-and had the audacity to pretend for eighteen years!"

No excessive makeup. Yet the icy aura surrounding her made the entire ballroom feel suffocating. Click. Click. Click. The sound of her heels echoed across the marble floor. And with every step— Selena’s face grew paler. “Ve… Vessara…?” Selena’s smile froze completely. Jason frowned immediately. Mr. and Mrs. Laurent abruptly rose to their feet. Whispers instantly spread throughout the ballroom. “Wasn’t she in prison?” “The fake heiress?” “She actually came back?”

she whispered and he smiled, a smug and satisfied look. “You would really get them back for me?” Adrian asked her and she shrugged. “I love you, it is the least I can do. I will make sure they pay,” she muttered and he nodded, he didn’t doubt her for a second. She was almost as sinister as he, if he got the story right, rumors had circulated that she had climbed a friend to obtain the little stardom and position in society she had. Cassandra Monroe, soon to be Hales, was the queen of sabotage here and he didn’t doubt her if she said she would get them back.

Last I heard, she was working at a diner in upstate New York, her dreams of a billionaire lifestyle buried under the weight of Julian’s debt. "They thought they could take a crown they didn't earn," Xavier said, his grip tightening protectively. "They forgot that a Queen knows her kingdom better than any thief ever could." The doors to the terrace swung open, and my assistant stepped out, looking frantic but professional. "Mrs. Sterling-Thorne? The guests have all arrived in the ballroom. The Minister is ready, and the press is held back behind the gold cord. It’s time." I looked at my reflection in the glass. I was no longer the girl who did homework for a boy who hated her. I was the archi

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

Greg vibrated in anger, he was holding his phone like his life depended on it, or maybe he was in pain. “Business”. She whispered before walking towards the stairs. But before she could take a step further Greg interjected. “Does business entail begging a man to love you like a desperate slut”. Greg sneered. “I beg your pardon”. She turned at Greg not understanding what he was saying. “You are trending Elizabeth”. He says before raising his phone. “It says heiress of the chase family on her knees begging for love”. “Oh look, this other article says. Married woman, Mrs. Wilson, seen begging Alex gold, for his love. He read it as if not believing his eyes. How dare you do this to me, Elizabeth

“I’m the real heiress of the Grant family.” “No way!” Yvette screamed, protesting, but then she realized we were not at the orphanage. She clamped her hands over her mouth and shook her head in panic. “You died so horribly in your last life. Ms. Hovard had to collect your body. I got there too late and only saw your ashes. And now, you’re saying you’re the real heiress? Who are you trying to fool? No parent could be that cruel to actually kill their own child.”

But she was here now, and she would spend the rest of her life making up for that lost time. And anyone who tried to take him from her—whether it was the Hawkins family with their cruelty, Miles with his selfish ignorance, or even her own fear of inadequacy—would have to go through her first. She was no longer the naive young woman who'd been easily framed and imprisoned. She was Whisper_119, the ghost who moved through digital spaces leaving no trace. She was a mother who'd survived five years of hell for the chance to hold her child. She was a woman who'd eaten soup off a floor rather than let her family see her break.