When The True Heiress Strikes Back Novels & Stories

he slammed his iPad on my table and pointed at it “This is why you should always know what the fuck is going on around you” I looked at him with an arched brow, wondering what was making him so prissy this early before staring at the iPad he dropped on my table. It was a front-page feature, and the headline punched me in the guts, harder than anything I had ever felt in a while. The Sterling Heiress is back! I stared at the headline in disbelief. Although there was no photo, an image of the invitation had been attached to the headline. I read through the article hurriedly, but nothing was said except that Mira Sterling was hosting a grand ball to welcome her daughter back home, which was odd

He frowned, “watch your tone.” “I asked you a question, Lucas. Don't mess with me.” I replied, with anger burning within me. “Why shouldn't I mess with you? Who are you? You're nothing but a pathetic heiress with nothing in her bank account. No money, no assets. Nothing.” “My child is in Kate. You can't do this to me!” I wailed, “God, you're quite slow.” I blinked.

Not when it came to A. “A will be back in my life,” I continued, my voice dropping lower, darker. “Aurora. Astrid. Whatever the hell they call her now—she’ll come back to me. She has to. Because she’s mine.” Her struggles weakened, and for a moment, I considered letting her pass out. It might teach her to watch her mouth next time. But no. Not yet. I still needed her. With a flick of my wrist, I released her, and she fell forward, coughing and gasping for air as she clutched at her neck.

As I stepped into my role as heiress, I vowed to honor the legacy of generations past while forging my own path towards a future defined by resilience, strength, and unabashed authenticity. In the hushed quietude of the night, Eva Torres paced the plush carpet, the air thick with a nervous energy that prickled her skin. Her reflection in the gilded mirror showed a stark contrast – the woman she knew, clad in sensible cotton pajamas, battled with the image she sought to portray. Tonight, silk whispered against her skin, a luxurious departure from the usual comfort. The delicate fabric clung to her curves in a way that was both foreign and exhilarating, the coolness a stark contrast to the hea

He was starting to need me. Then she came back. Not as broken, pathetic Celine. No. She came back as Astra Blackwood, some mysterious billionaire heiress with power and money and a new identity that made everyone bow at her feet. She rejected him in front of the entire pack, took half his company, and walked away like a queen. And now Trent was obsessed with winning her back.

“She used to date him before. Years ago. They broke up. She dumped him. And when he finally started healing—finally started seeing me—she came back and took him like I was nothing.” Gina folded her arms and leaned back against the dresser. “Let me get this straight. She dumped him, left him to rot, and then swooped back in and snatched him the moment you two got serious?” “Yes.” Gina tilted her head. “Then she didn’t steal him. She recycled him.” I stared. She shrugged. “Still, if you want to take him back… why not? Sounds like you had him first.” I didn’t say anything, but she saw the idea sinking in.

Let him think I was extending an olive branch. The fool actually believed me. He thought this was his chance. His opportunity to prove himself. To win me back. He had no idea what was waiting for him. I smiled to myself. This exhibition wasn't just about showcasing my jewelry. It was about showing everyone who I really was now. Not the broken woman Marcus divorced. Not the weak Luna who let herself be humiliated. I was Sophia Evergreen. Alpha heir of the Ironclad Pack. Fated mate to Ethan Stormridge. And a force to be reckoned with.

Before Her Heir. Sienna’s breath caught. “Her Heir,” she whispered. Harvey’s face paled. “No. No, Sienna, you don’t understand. It’s not just about the bloodline. It’s what you’re meant to do with it. You’re not just the heir... you are the one who will either break the curse or become its next victim.” Sienna looked at the journal again, her heart racing. The final words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain: Her Heir. Her destiny had just been laid bare before her, and she had no idea how to stop the storm that was about to break.

Lily replied with a mischievous smirk while staring at herself in the mirror. {If you say so. Just curious, how do you plan on dealing with them?} “Did you forget I grew up as a rich lady in my previous life? I've had to go against people who are way more powerful than these kids. I wasn't guarded against my family which is why I got played by them. You have nothing to worry about; I will give them a taste of their own medicine,” she declared.

His grip was tight, anger radiating off him. I yanked my hand free, taking a step back to avoid him. My eyes moved to her—the woman in the strapless dress who was supposed to be marrying the man who’d destroyed me. She met my gaze with a smug smile, like she didn’t have a care in the world, like nothing I could say or do would crack her perfect little world. It only made me angrier. Turning toward the crowd, I let my voice carry as I swung my gaze back to Roy. “Did you think you could knock me up and then marry another bitch?”