The Unbeatable Heiress Comes Back Novels & Stories

"The louder she speaks, the harder she’ll fall when I cut the floor out from under her." The Grand Hotel ballroom was a cavern of Gilded Age excess, dripping with crystal chandeliers and the heavy perfume of the city’s elite. As Evelyn entered, the room didn't just go quiet; it froze. She was draped in a gown of midnight blue that seemed to swallow the light, her presence radiating a cold, magnetic authority that made the "disgraced heiress" label feel like a bad joke. Lucas was the first to approach, his face a mask of practiced regret. Beside him, Iris clung to his arm, her eyes darting around like a trapped animal. She looked frantic, her makeup a fraction too heavy to hide the exhaustion

I was smiling when I left Azrael’s building. Even after all that — the unsettling opulence, his cryptic smirk, and the way his words coiled around me like chains made of silk — I was smiling. Because I had done it. I had the money. I could finally pay Heather back. I could finally unshackle Theo from her control. Even if I have sold my soul to the devil, it was all worth it if it would mean that I would help Theo.

He frowned, “watch your tone.” “I asked you a question, Lucas. Don't mess with me.” I replied, with anger burning within me. “Why shouldn't I mess with you? Who are you? You're nothing but a pathetic heiress with nothing in her bank account. No money, no assets. Nothing.” “My child is in Kate. You can't do this to me!” I wailed, “God, you're quite slow.” I blinked.

I gripped the edge of the table. The screen cut to a split graphic. Left side: Giselle’s recent headshot, elegant, composed. Right side: a grainy still from security footage—Octavia standing over an open grave, face half-turned toward the camera, and unmistakable. The headline crawler at the bottom scrolled in bold red letters: BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS NEARLY BURIED ALIVE BY STEPSISTER. I grabbed my phone and dialed Giselle’s number, but it went straight to voicemail.

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.

Neve stood up in frustration upon seeing her pleas fall on deaf ears, glaring at Jade and cursing. "Mom was right. You're just a b*stard, an ingrate. I'm the Severin heiress. What right do you have to step on my head? Get out of the way. I must see Grandma today." Neve tried to barge in but was stopped by security. "What are you doing? Don't you have eyes?" Neve, who saw that the security guards would only obey Jade's orders, couldn't help but grow angry. "Do you know who I am? You blind fools, how dare you stop me?"

Because there isn’t a single day, a single hour, a single breath where she doesn’t exist in the back of my mind. I searched for her once. Or at least, I tried. But she vanished without a trace, wiping herself from social media, from every scrap of public record I could get my hands on. It was as if she had never existed. As if she had done everything in her power to make sure no one—not even me—could find her. And yet, here she is. Back. And I don’t know whether to be relieved or furious. “Darling,” I barely glance up. Adeline.

I said, still chuckling. I was about to reply to Ivy's messages when I discovered she'd already blocked me. "Typical omega behavior," I muttered. "Strike and run." Only fragile omegas need to survive on male love. I was beyond caring now. Even if Marcus appeared before me right now, he'd have to bow and beg me to spare him a chance at survival, let alone some little omega. Not getting to insult her back left me feeling unsatisfied. I called Hayes over immediately. "Yes, Alpha heiress?"

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.

And those who had wronged me would soon understand that. I would rebuild. And when I did, they would all see exactly who Isabella Laurent truly was. The heiress. The queen. The one they could never break.