When The True Heiress Strikes Back Novels & Stories

Meg stepped forward, her eyes ablaze with righteous fury. Silence consumed the office, and officer Gabby was left in a state of dilemma. He once heard that the heiress of the Song family is heartless and cold. Could he risk his life just for a cheap penny? “Didn't you hear her?” Enzo yelled dangerously. “I… I….he stammered. He felt his gut wrench as Enzo snapped his fingers. And before you know it. Hefty, dangerous men walked in. “I will speak, I will speak”. He could feel his own ragged breathing as he pleaded silently.

"The moment you walked into my office with those changes to the Sterling value you made me a problem. If I don't buy the company at his price his secret accounts will collapse. He can't let me know the truth. He can't let a Sterling heiress be free." He slammed his fist on the terminal. "Locked. He's blocked the override." Avery stepped forward her fear turning into a focused desperation. "Move. Let me try." Silas turned, a look starting to form but he stopped when he saw the look in her eyes. It wasn't the look of a worker; it was the look of a girl who had survived for fifteen years on her wits. He stepped aside.

"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

The flash of cameras hit me before the chauffeur even opened the car door. I stepped out of the black Bentley in a deep emerald-green satin dress that hugged my curves like it was made just for me. The high slit on my dress revealed just the right amount of skin I wanted and my matching heels clicked against the driveway of the Grand Royale Hotel like I owned the place. My hair flowed down my shoulders, and my makeup was subtle, powerful, perfect. Enough to remind the world I wasn’t the same girl who got cheated on.

The world tilted, my body trembling uncontrollably. He continued, his gaze sweeping through the crowd, “She’s not just a member of the family. But is also the rightful Heiress to the Sterling legacy.” A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. His words were like a slap to my face, each syllable piercing my heart. It wasn’t long before whispers began. “Wait, so Alice was never their biological daughter?” “What the hell is happening?!” “If she’s the real heiress, why is she just showing up now? Where had she been all these while?”

They added that I, a mistress like me, should rot in hell with my baby, for it was important to eliminate the problem at its source. I fixed my gaze on the usernames, forcing myself to remember each of these scoundrels. One day, I would settle the score with each of them, one by one. The fake heiress laughed triumphantly, pressing her stiletto heel hard against my hand and looking down at me with contempt. "Karen? You steal my man, and I'll make sure you never find peace." Staring at the sharp heel digging into my palm, I felt no pain. Instead, I tilted my head back, facing everyone in front of me, laughing maniacally, "I won't forget any of you. Everything you've done today will be paid bac

If only I could have loosened those ropes, I would have gladly rubbed her face against every inch of those stinking walls and floors. She chuckled, her heels clinking on the concrete, as she walked toward me and grabbed my chin. “I have to say that I thoroughly enjoy your pathetic state.” I spit in her face, causing her to shriek. She peeled her lips back and raised her hand to slap me. I braced myself for more pain… “Don't!” Callan grabbed her wrist before she could touch me and glared at her. “She cannot be visibly harmed before the auction. I won't let you destroy our merchandise.”

"I'm truly sorry, but the necklace definitely won't come back. I've already sold it. The platinum was melted down for its weight, and it didn't fetch much. But the gem's quality was quite good. Even though I sold it at a low price, I exchanged it for several limited edition bags. If you like, I can give one to you." "You!" Emily was so angry that she couldn't speak. She raised her hand to hit Isabella. Isabella, however, was quicker and grabbed her hand first, delivering a slap back with force. Emily held her face in pain, staring at Isabella in disbelief. Isabella seemed fragile and quiet, never raising her voice. Emily never dreamt that Isabella would slap her. "You, you dared to hit me?"

Seraphina thought she may be the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Seraphina saw all the colour drain from Achilles face. “What are we celebrating?” the stranger spoke, her voice sounded like a song. Seraphina felt a pit form in her stomach, she gulped. “It seems my invitation didn’t quite reach me?” she spoke again as no one had answered her previous question. There were scowls all around. “Who are you?” Seraphina asked softly. The stranger glared at Seraphina, the newcomer didn’t recognise her as a noble girl and her anger immediately rose. “Who am I? Who the hell are you? How dare you speak directly to me; do you know who I am? I will have you lashed 1000 times for your insolence!”

“Then three years ago, you vanished after a charity lunch. Your car was found wrecked. Nobody was found, but I never stopped looking.” He looked at me, his old eyes blazing. “Tomorrow, the family comes. They will have questions. They will look for weakness.” Silas said quietly. “Do not give them any. You are Alessandra Vanderbilt. You are the heir. You must remember that, even if you don’t remember anything else.” ~~~ The next morning felt like a dream. Soft sunlight through bay windows. A maid named Clara drew a bath with rose oil, and another laid out a simple navy gown on the bed.