When The True Heiress Strikes Back Novels & Stories

No one else could ever replicate it. Eliana Dale descended the grand staircase like a queen surveying her throne room, her gown trailing behind her in soft silk, it seemed like she was on her way out. Her face was as composed as marble, but her eyes, her cold, calculating, merciless eyes, fixed on Emma with a force that almost knocked the air from her lungs. Emma didn’t flinch. Not outwardly. She clasped her hands in front of her, her chin high and heart pounding so violently she thought the sound might betray her.

Reid said, running a hand through his hair. “Her who?” “Jacintha,” Reid cut him off, eyes fixed on Jacintha. “Wish me luck.” He slipped his phone into his pocket, adjusted his cuffs, and went upstairs The elevator when he stepped in. “I'm telling you, this isn't worth the price”, Jacintha argued. “Why would you put this beauty up for just $120,000?” The shopkeeper looked tired and confused. She had run out of ideas. How rich was this Heiress that she thinks, a single ring for $120,000 was too cheap. She had seen spoilt ladies from rich families but this is new.

he said, “now that we’re back, can you please explain what’s going on?” Mia leaned forward. “It wasn’t Callum’s parents again, was it?” Callum’s expression tightened. “Not exactly.” I sighed and decided to just get right into it. “Bianca has been named heir.” “What?” Mia breathed. I took a deep breath and explained everything. My father’s strange behavior, the witch, Ambrose, Bianca showing up with a tiara on her head. It still felt unreal, saying it out loud. I kept glancing at my pillow, hoping that I would wake up and find it had all been a bad dream.

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

She is doing this to punish me. Heather stepped forward and the whispers inside the restaurant suddenly became to loud. They felt like tiny needles forcing their selves all the way into my skull, echoing inside my head like nightmares. "Is this your way of taking revenge, Valerie?" Heather took another step forward and I could not even look her in the eye. I prayed that the ground would just open up and swallow me whole. I prayed that something would happen to divert all the people's gaze away from me. I prayed that this isn't happening at all.

she whispered and he smiled, a smug and satisfied look. “You would really get them back for me?” Adrian asked her and she shrugged. “I love you, it is the least I can do. I will make sure they pay,” she muttered and he nodded, he didn’t doubt her for a second. She was almost as sinister as he, if he got the story right, rumors had circulated that she had climbed a friend to obtain the little stardom and position in society she had. Cassandra Monroe, soon to be Hales, was the queen of sabotage here and he didn’t doubt her if she said she would get them back.

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 explained. “No way, so everything from his first meeting with her was also part of your plan?” Sofia underestimated these guys. In the beginning, she thought she was going to do her revenge plan in a simple manner, all calculated by her. However, these guys’ methods turned out to be more brutal than what she had expected. “Yes, exactly. Everything that happened between Andre and Layla was nothing but staged scenes we have created to seize her downfall.” “I never have any feelings for that woman, you know. She is unbearable at times. She has a pretty good body, though, I enjoyed that for real, but that’s about it.” Andre explained as he poured a drink for himself and started drinking.

But I found a spark of defiance, and a low chuckle escaped my lips. "I think you should be the one saying your last prayer," I said, my eyes flicking to Lucas, who was poised, ready to strike. Ethan's eyebrows shot up, confusion etched on his face. "What do you mean?" he asked, his gaze darting around, but it was too late. Lucas had already struck, his blow landing squarely on Ethan's head. Ethan winced, clutching his head as he stumbled forward, before crashing to the ground. "Bastard," I muttered, kicking him in frustration.

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."