The True Heiress Strikes Back Novels & Stories

he slammed his iPad on my table and pointed at it “This is why you should always know what the fuck is going on around you” I looked at him with an arched brow, wondering what was making him so prissy this early before staring at the iPad he dropped on my table. It was a front-page feature, and the headline punched me in the guts, harder than anything I had ever felt in a while. The Sterling Heiress is back! I stared at the headline in disbelief. Although there was no photo, an image of the invitation had been attached to the headline. I read through the article hurriedly, but nothing was said except that Mira Sterling was hosting a grand ball to welcome her daughter back home, which was odd

Before I could look up at him, he was gone. Leaving me with the dying reporter. “Stay still I'm going to call for help." I said quickly. She looked at me, recognition dawning even through pain. “It was you,” she whispered hoarsely. My world tilted. “You’re the Carter heiress.”

He said. "I've been working my butt off for everyone all my life" "And It's time for me to step down and enjoy the rest of my life" I was so shocked. Don't tell me. "It's time to introduce the new successor of Madden Group of Hospitals and Madden Realty Group" No way. Not yet. "Let me introduce to you, my one and only heiress, the reason for all of my hard work. Soline Madden" My mouth dropped. I want to throw tantrums at dad but everyone is looking at me including the men I slept with.

Her eyes lit up. “Could this be from Mr. Harlow—” My own eyes brightened as well. I slipped on the bracelet, stood up, and changed into a gown. “Miss Mia, what’s gotten into you these past few days? It’s so late—where are you going? Wait for me—” “Emily, you stay here.” Closing the door behind me, I turned and walked away with steady steps. The old Mia Grant, obedient and compliant, was long gone. What remained was someone fueled by a singular purpose: vengeance.

People were leaning forward in their seats, desperate to know more. "The accident wasn't an accident at all. It was orchestrated by a business rival who bribed hospital staff to fake my granddaughter's death and give her to an orphanage under a false name." Alexander's voice hardened. "But despite everything that monster did to destroy my family, he failed. My granddaughter survived. She grew up strong and brilliant and kind. And tonight, I have the honor of introducing her to all of you." He turned and extended his hand toward me. "Ladies and gentlemen, my granddaughter and heir, Isabella Morrison."

"It means the baby is growing properly." She turns her cold gaze to me for just a moment before focusing back on Natasha. "It's wonderful that true love has finally won. That you've been proven to be the real heiress, the rightful one. Unlike some people who have been living fake lives, trying to steal what didn't belong to them for so many years." The barb lands exactly where Abigail intended, but I keep my hands folded in my lap, my plate untouched before me. Natasha plays her part perfectly, looking uncomfortable with the harsh implication. "Oh, Grandma, I don't want to take anything from anyone. I never asked for any of this."

“Hardly. I came to remind you that you don’t own this space; you don’t own this city. Tonight, the spotlight isn’t just yours.” With that, I turned my gaze to Gabriella, who took a small step back, observing me with equal parts disdain and intrigue. “Congratulations on your new partnership,” I said, my openness a strategic mask for the confidence bubbling beneath. “Though we all know you’re merely a pawn in Andre’s elaborate chess game.” Gasps spread through the attendees at my audacity, their eyes darting between the three of us, hungry for the unfolding drama. Gabriella lifted her chin, an unmistakable defiance glimmering in her icy gaze. “And you must be the runaway heiress who’s chosen t

The questions gnawed at me, but I forced myself to focus on the task at hand—stopping Emily and Jessica. My daughter’s voice broke through my thoughts. “Turn left here, Auntie Sarah!” she directed, her small finger pointing at the map. Sarah followed her instructions without hesitation, the car weaving through the less crowded back roads. My hands trembled slightly as I applied the last touches of mascara. I took a deep breath, glancing at my reflection in the car mirror. Gone was the scared, broken girl from six years ago. I had transformed myself—physically, mentally, and professionally. I was no longer the weak victim. I was Susan Davidson, the rightful heir to the Davidson Corporation.

They took the child away before she could even see their face. She was told the baby didn’t survive. But something deep in her soul had always said otherwise. Later, a man claiming to be her uncle had whisked her out of Estravia after the scandal. Under his protection, she’d undergone treatment, reconstructed her face, and vanished from public view. But she hadn’t come just for the child. She was back to settle old debts. She pulled out a slim folder from her bag. Inside were profiles and updates on the current elites in Elaris. If she was going to stir the hornet’s nest, she had to know who still held the power—and who would stand in her way.

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!”