Novel & Cerita Unscramble Heiress

It was almost 12:00 am She saved the document and closed it, feeling a small sense of satisfaction. Then, instead of shutting the laptop completely, she clicked around absentmindedly. Old files. Archived links. Things she hadn’t looked at in a long time. That was when she saw it. An old headline, saved in a forgotten folder. She clicked. The article loaded, and she laughed under her breath almost immediately. WILFRED HEIRESS CAUSES STIR AT RACING EVENT — Sources Say Billionaire’s Daughter ‘Unapologetically Reckless’

In three days, Damien would know the truth. Part of me was terrified. What if seeing him again hurt? What if I wasn't as over him as I thought? But another part of me, the stronger part, couldn't wait. Because I wasn't the invisible woman anymore. I was Elena Sterling. CEO. Heiress. And I was about to remind everyone exactly what that meant. My phone buzzed with a message from Adrian. Adrian: Final guest list approved. The Blackwells are seated front and center. They'll have the best view of your announcement.

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.

But the burn didn’t ease the knot in his chest. The news flashed on TV. “In breaking news, the missing Hartman heiress has been found alive after twenty-three years…” Adrian froze. The screen showed Evelyn stepping from a black car, surrounded by cameras. “She’s the missing Hartman heiress,” he whispered. Charlotte paled. “That’s impossible.” Adrian barely heard her. Every cruel word he’d thrown at Evelyn echoed in his head. He’d called her a gold digger, said she didn’t belong. Now she was the richest woman in New York.

She glanced at Mia, silently pleading with her to play along. Mia, ever the perceptive one, seemed to sense the unspoken tension between the two. Her smile faltered slightly, and she slowly lowered her hand, tucking it into the pocket of her designer jeans. "Actually, Mr. Maverick, I'm not just any friend." She tilted her chin up defiantly, her gaze unwavering. "I'm the heiress to Vitalis Pharmaceuticals. And I have to say, I'm quite interested in this...arrangement you have with my dear Evie."

Heiress. The word slid into place like a key in a lock. Heiress. The media had called me an heiress. Not just Blake’s empire. Not just his name on buildings and glossy magazines. Cassie Huntington brought something to the table too. Old money. Dead parents. Trust funds. Investments maybe. My own war chest. Assets. Power. What was I worth? Was it enough to destroy Richard, and by extension, Gemma? I settled back against the pillows. I needed information, and Blake was standing right here.

Afterwards, he returned to the crowd, looking at me proudly. Father extended his hand to me, and I took it. "It took a long time to introduce her, but now is the perfect time for me to introduce Vanessa Hector as the heiress of the Hector family." After that, all I heard was the clapping of the guests. Some of them started talking to the people near them with happy looks on their faces, but most of them were quite surprised. "I didn't expect this party to be an opportunity to introduce Lord Jordan's heir." One of the conversations I heard from the front of the podium made me smile awkwardly.

“You don't know who I am! I am the renowned Willis heiress and I demand you release me this instant.” “That's not possible.”

“He doesn’t love me anymore.” Marcus laughed lowly. “Told you this wouldn’t last. A queen can’t lie about the heir and expect to keep her crown.” Silvia slammed the glass down. “Don’t mock me.” He shrugged. “Fine. So what now?” She was quiet for a moment, thinking. Her nails scratched gently at her wrist. “I know her… I’ve seen her before. That name… Alana Winters…” She said the name again, softly. “Alana Winters… Winters… It sounds so familiar. Why can’t I remember?”

“You ginger-haired witch, who the hell do you think you are?” I stopped, slowly, I turned my head and walked closer until I stood inches away from her face. “Well, since you don’t know…” I said softly, each word laced with power. “I am Mia Henss, the Rogue Luna Heiress. Remember the name.” Brianna’s eyes went wide, her face twisting red with fury, but before she could spit out another insult, I had already guided my mother into my car and slammed the door shut. The crowd erupted into whispers and gasps as my engine roared to life.