Novel & Cerita The True Heiress Strikes Back

That day was especially hard for him, not just because of work, but because the stock he had been investing to plummeted due to the conflict of the owner. He sighed and walked toward the lift. At least his day was over and he would get to see Layla back home. However, his evening didn’t really go as smooth as he planned. When he reached the lobby. He saw one of his boss, Jean Charme with a familiar looking face. It was the woman he saw at the party, the one that resembled Sofia so much but was quite different from her. Seeing her made him recall the moment he had with Layla when they exited the party that night.

Clare Haistings gives me a hug, her sweet perfume filling up my nostrils. It makes me want to vomit. “Hey twin.are you enjoying the party?”she asks but doesn’t let me answer. “Everyone is enjoying themselves and the presents look really good, our guests really outdid themselves”she gushes. Her sparkly dress shimmers every time she moves. And the ruby red necklace she is doning looks amazing on top of her cleavage. She looks perfect.

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.

“Watched your mother. Watched how they built you. You were never random, Susan. You were planned.” “You’re insane,” she whispered, inching back. He laughed. Not from amusement. From power. “I’m Artemis,” he said, dragging from his tobacco pipe and blowing the smoke at her face. “I don’t expect you to believe me. But Jamie knows me. Your company? It was mine before you ever stepped into a suit.” Anger surged inside of me. “That’s not possible.” “Oh, it’s more than possible,” he said, stepping forward like a predator. “Jamie was just the puppet. I was the hand behind it all. And Nathan? He wasn’t betraying you. He was sacrificed. Because of me.”

“This is the Van Cleef Frivole in 18K rose gold with forty-three round diamonds. There’s also a bracelet, earrings, and ring to go with it if you want to see them.” She was about to respond when she heard a woman laughing nearby. When she glanced in the woman’s direction, she saw Maya with another woman she didn’t recognize. “Are you really going to look at that? I doubt you can even afford the box it comes in. You’re as poor as a rat, Rylee Scott. Have you forgotten that?” The saleslady was suddenly puzzled when Kya was called by a different name by the newcomer. And why was the woman saying Kya was poorer than a rat when she was the fiancée of the mall owner and also from the Byrd family?

For her eighteenth birthday, Alicia received a private estate. At eighteen, I was washing dishes in a greasy kitchen sink, my hands raw from labor, scrubbing my way to fund Dominic's critical final year of high school. "She used to call herself a little princess," he said, momentarily lost in the memory. "So the house was designed to resemble a castle." He smiled faintly, but the second his eyes landed on me, the coldness returned. "Since you've chosen to come back," he said coolly, "as the future heiress of the Rodney family, I have a few things to make clear."

he growled. I yanked my arm away from his hand, and gave both of them one last look. “Not if you regret it first.” I walked away, my heart slamming against my chest. I could feel their eyes on me, but I just shrugged the feeling off. I headed straight to my office, carried my bag and left the building. I stripped off my hospital ID and threw it in the bin. I was done being the victim. I was going to reclaim my seat as the heiress and everyone who had crossed me would rue the days they were born.

“If you falter now, the Duke’s victory will be complete. The people need their heiress.” Heiress. The word struck like a blade. For so long it had been her secret, the truth buried beneath masks and disguises. Now it was a banner she could no longer hide behind. She turned her gaze toward the sky where thunder roared like a grieving beast. Storm of Sorrows indeed, she thought. The land itself seemed to mourn. Yet within that sorrow lay something else. Resolve. Across the ruined courtyard, a figure emerged—Eloria Thorne, the rival princess who had once sworn Serenya’s destruction. She was limping, blood streaking her temple, but her eyes were sharp as ever.

But she’d never imagined it could split her essence apart. The Black Heir’s smile sharpened. “You became the queen they needed. I became what you buried to survive. And now…” She raised her hand, the air trembling around her. “I’ve come to reclaim what’s mine.” Evelyn’s own mark flared, burning hotter. “You can’t reclaim what was never stolen.” “Then I’ll destroy it.” The clash of power tore through the valley. Lightning split the sky as both women unleashed the energy bound to their blood. Evelyn’s aura blazed silver-white; the Black Heirs burned with smoke and flame. The ground cracked, throwing dust and sparks into the air.

They moved with unnatural grace, their presence alone sending a chill through the pack. The First Heir’s smile deepened. “My brothers and sisters have come.” My heart pounded fiercely in my chest. The ancient heirs—the ones who had been wiped from history—were alive. And now, they stood before us. Damien growled, muscles coiling like a spring ready to unleash. “We’ll fight them all.” I gripped the Queen’s Fang tighter, its blade pulsing with light as if sensing the rising danger. “Then we have no choice.” The eldest of the cloaked figures stepped forward. Her eyes glowed with a terrifying light, a cruel and ancient power that seemed to warp the very air around her. “You trespass on sacred gr