When The True Heiress Strikes Back Novels & Stories

A voice thundered deep as earth. “The Heir takes the Crown, the Vow awakens.” John staggered. The crown hovered over the pedestal no longer on his head. His eyes met Sarah’s. “It’s choosing again.” The crown lifted, Sarah reached out. “John!” But the figure who emerged from the echoed flames was not John. It was the woman, the first bearer. Her eyes burned and she touched the crown. The crown landed on her head. Her voice broke the silence: “Your heir fails. I am the Blood Moon’s true heir.”

Gabert did not react at all, completely unaware that I had already removed his clothes. The comments said that in this story’s setting, the male lead would only fall for a vicious heiress. In that case, all I had to do was become one. [Splash cold water on him to wake him up later, then whip him until he kneels and begs for mercy, got it?] [Then, step on his face and make him admit he is your dog, understand?] I was taken aback. However, I nodded. I had been given a second chance, and this time, my role was a vicious heiress. I could do it!

"I was not here. I swear." Emily moved. Fast. I did not see it coming. The slap hit hard. My head snapped to the side. Pain exploded across my cheek. Sharp. Burning. I lost my balance. My hand slipped on the blood. I caught myself on the floor. My vision blurred for a second. A ringing sound filled my ears. "You did this." Emily’s voice shook. Not with fear. With anger. "You have been trying to destroy this family from the beginning." My chest rose quickly.

Her eyes were like that of a predator, her gentle strides held confidence and grace. "I. Don't. need. to be a princess to be a queen, I don't follow customs, and I never will, Just so you know, am wealthier than the duke himself, so don't categorize me as your equal, am an heiress, so I qualify to sit beside him, you can't do anything about it Mrs. Estelle Lockwood." After finishing her long speech she smirked. Sometimes you need to scratch with your claws to pass your point. "Such disrespect!, this can't be condoned in here!!" Estelle was gritting her teeth, her face turned green.

“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.

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….”

I was Susan Davidson, the rightful heir to the Davidson Corporation. But as I sat there, my mind flashed back to the day they orchestrated my downfall. Emily and Jessica had been so convincing, so cunning. They had handed me a plane ticket to the USA, claiming it was for my benefit, to start fresh after everything that had happened. I had trusted them—foolishly, naively. It wasn’t until I arrived at the airport that I realized it was all a lie. The ticket was fake. I’d been humiliated, left stranded with nothing but the clothes on my back. And then they had taken everything that was mine.