Novel & Cerita The Unbeatable Heiress Comes Back

"That's my Queen. Drink your coffee. We have a war to plan." As we sat there, huddled over the glowing screens, the distance between us vanished. We weren't just two billionaires making a deal. We were two predators protecting our territory. And Julian Vance was about to find out exactly what happens when you try to steal from a woman who has already seen the end of the world and decided she wasn't ready to die.

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?”

I wanted to call out for help, but a part of me suspected I might be kidnapped, and alerting whoever was holding me might not be the best idea. I slipped on my slippers and stood up, feeling a bit dizzy. My head throbbed, but I managed to move forward. I gripped my hairpin tightly, using it as a makeshift defense. As I stepped out of the room, I took in the grandeur of the mansion. It was huge, even bigger than mine, and beautifully decorated. The walls were painted white, and the hallway was adorned with various art pieces. The opulence suggested that my kidnapper was wealthy, which made me wonder what their motives were because it was clear that they don't need money from me.

He turned back to face me, his eyes expectant. “A good reputation,” I said. A loud laughter rolled out of Bradley's lips. “Reputation? Darling, I have a reputation.” I wanted to tell him I was the true heiress to the Amsterdam Empire. That the power I possessed surpassed many. But I couldn't. That was still my little secret. I opened my mouth, about to speak, but his ringtone stole the sound from my lips. He placed the phone on his ear. “Yes?” He demanded, almost angrily. “I'm in an important meeting and you just distracted me, James.”

Selena’s POV Mrs. Ashford moved forward a step, her hand trembling at her side, like she wanted to slap me and knew she couldn’t. “You think your little victory with the Harringtons gives you power over us?” Theo said then, stepping forward. “You’re still an ex-convict. You’re nothing but a placeholder until the real heir steps up.” I turned my gaze to him slowly. “And who would that be, Theo? You?” I let out a cold laugh. “You couldn’t land the deal. I did. And it was my name they stamped on that contract.”

So she thought Annabelle was mute too. “Are you surprised why my voice is so beautiful?” asked Annabelle confidently. She stepped over quickly and pulled out Miranda's head towel. Her eyes looked into Miranda's eyes as if she wanted to pull them out. “But it looks like you're more surprised that I'm back in Pack Kyne.” “Breathe, you'll die if you don't.” Finally Miranda took a deep breath after she had held her breath unconsciously. How could she not be trembling? The only child, the heiress of the Genevieve family, had returned from the middle of nowhere and now became a woman who was not easily defeated.

With flawless makeup on, I looked straight into the camera and calmly said, "Yes, I'm Cindy, the so-called arrogant and domineering heiress who beat her two brothers and cut ties with her biological father. "For those who want to criticize me, this livestream is open. Just for today, nobody will be banned for anything they say."

"Oh, Grandma, I don't want to take anything from anyone. I never asked for any of this." "Of course you didn't, sweet child," Abigail purrs. "That's what makes you so deserving. You have grace, humility, proper breeding. Everything a true heiress should possess." I notice the way servants place elaborate dishes in front of everyone else but hesitate near me. The food looks exquisite, perfectly prepared, yet I don't reach for anything. My hands remain in my lap, my posture perfect and my expression serene. Vivienne doesn't bother with subtlety.

This woman who last week stood in a ballroom and let herself be publicly reduced to nothing is sitting in my kitchen three days into a contract marriage and asking to see the evidence of her betrayal because she needs to understand all of it before she can plan anything. She is going to be, I think, considerably more dangerous than anyone in the Blackwood family has yet understood. The realization is inconveniently warm.

She couldn’t wait for that day to come. She would make sure to give him a show he never forget and made sure that he wouldn’t be able to sleep well again from that point on. Wanted to kill her? Well she resurrected from death and no one could stop her. No one.