Novel & Cerita When The True Heiress Strikes Back

CH 10 POV: Sophia The Lost Heiress Returns By evening, the Hartwell estate no longer felt like a home. It felt like a palace preparing for coronation. Crystal chandeliers shimmered overhead. A red carpet stretched from the grand staircase to the ballroom entrance. Media vans lined the gates beyond the iron fencing. The world had been informed. The lost Hartwell heiress had returned. Sophia stood before a full-length mirror as stylists adjusted the final details of her gown — a silver masterpiece that clung to her like royalty.

"I hope everyone is awake because I have something important to discuss." The messages appeared almost immediately. Mia: Scarlett? Jacob: Finally! Emma: We were just talking about you. A smile appeared on my face. Some things never changed. I quickly explained the situation. Moonlight Pack. The Alpha position. The Celestial Regeneration Initiative. The five-day deadline. The investment challenge. Everything. The chat remained silent for several seconds. Then chaos erupted. Jacob: You're kidding! This is unbelievable. Emma: You are the heiress of the moonlight pack? Like, the future Alpha of Moonlight Pack? How is that possible?

Her eyes lit up. “Could this be from Mr. Harlow—” My own eyes brightened as well. I slipped on the bracelet, stood up, and changed into a gown. “Miss Mia, what’s gotten into you these past few days? It’s so late—where are you going? Wait for me—” “Emily, you stay here.” Closing the door behind me, I turned and walked away with steady steps. The old Mia Grant, obedient and compliant, was long gone. What remained was someone fueled by a singular purpose: vengeance.

This was it. The moment I could back out. Walk away. Runaway back to Hongkong and start over. But then I remembered his promise…. “You’ll see her grave, Elena. You’ll have your mother’s truth.” My fists clenched under the bouquet. That was the deal. Marry the monster……Destroy him from inside…..Then finally, finally get the life I deserved. The priest’s voice snapped me back. “Do you, Elena Reed, take Adrian Blackthorne to be your lawfully wedded husband….”

The questions gnawed at me, but I forced myself to focus on the task at hand—stopping Emily and Jessica. My daughter’s voice broke through my thoughts. “Turn left here, Auntie Sarah!” she directed, her small finger pointing at the map. Sarah followed her instructions without hesitation, the car weaving through the less crowded back roads. My hands trembled slightly as I applied the last touches of mascara. I took a deep breath, glancing at my reflection in the car mirror. Gone was the scared, broken girl from six years ago. I had transformed myself—physically, mentally, and professionally. I was no longer the weak victim. I was Susan Davidson, the rightful heir to the Davidson Corporation.

But she was here now, and she would spend the rest of her life making up for that lost time. And anyone who tried to take him from her—whether it was the Hawkins family with their cruelty, Miles with his selfish ignorance, or even her own fear of inadequacy—would have to go through her first. She was no longer the naive young woman who'd been easily framed and imprisoned. She was Whisper_119, the ghost who moved through digital spaces leaving no trace. She was a mother who'd survived five years of hell for the chance to hold her child. She was a woman who'd eaten soup off a floor rather than let her family see her break.

“This is the Van Cleef Frivole in 18K rose gold with forty-three round diamonds. There’s also a bracelet, earrings, and ring to go with it if you want to see them.” She was about to respond when she heard a woman laughing nearby. When she glanced in the woman’s direction, she saw Maya with another woman she didn’t recognize. “Are you really going to look at that? I doubt you can even afford the box it comes in. You’re as poor as a rat, Rylee Scott. Have you forgotten that?” The saleslady was suddenly puzzled when Kya was called by a different name by the newcomer. And why was the woman saying Kya was poorer than a rat when she was the fiancée of the mall owner and also from the Byrd family?

"That's enough!" Derek suddenly yelled, glaring at me with pure contempt. "Let me tell you the truth—I'm the heir of the Astor family. When my parents get here tomorrow, forget a few dozen—I could give you hundreds! Thousands! You're nothing but a pathetic loser. Who are you to humiliate me?" With that, he shoved past me and ran out. Estelle's face darkened as she snapped at me, "Happy now? You really did hit your head. Now nobody's happy. Just pack your things and come with me!"

"We shouldn't keep fighting each other anymore." Her eyes met his again. "Our real enemy is Liora." Lucien slowly nodded. "I was already investigating that before those bastards arrested me." Stephanie frowned. "You were?" Lucien set the plate aside. "The hidden heiress of Starlight Enterprise recently returned." "Starlight?" Stephanie interrupted, visibly shocked. "I've heard they're one of the biggest companies in the world." "They are." Lucien's expression grew serious. "But here's the strange part, the heiress looks exactly like Liora."