When The True Heiress Strikes Back Novels & Stories

He released my wrist, still glaring into my eyes and I maintained the eye contact. “You think you've become powerful now, just because you're an heiress, right?” “Exactly. That's what I think. And whoever crosses my path, I'll crush with the sole of my feet. You don't how I suffered before I got here.” I hissed. “Today was just your first day and look what you've done…” “You should be grateful to me for goodness sake. I saved your sorry ass. Your girlfriend came here and create a scene. If the news had gone out, what do you think will happen to your reputation? Huh?”

“Only a qualified girl can be by your side-” “Believe me, she's more than qualified,” Liam grumbled. “Haley is the secret heiress of the DG Group. Is that what you wanted to hear? Are you satisfied?” However, the woman didn't look satisfied. She looked as if she'd lost her tongue. “That's the biggest joke of the century!” She scoffed. “How can this filthy girl with no background be an heiress-” “You can do your research.” Liam interrupted her. “And for the last time, Mum, leave Haley alone. I haven't changed my mind that I can choose her over you.”

he growled. I yanked my arm away from his hand, and gave both of them one last look. “Not if you regret it first.” I walked away, my heart slamming against my chest. I could feel their eyes on me, but I just shrugged the feeling off. I headed straight to my office, carried my bag and left the building. I stripped off my hospital ID and threw it in the bin. I was done being the victim. I was going to reclaim my seat as the heiress and everyone who had crossed me would rue the days they were born.

With that, I rose to my feet and marched out on my five inch designer heels, ignoring the rising voices of the men. "You bitch," Victor grabbed my arm, sneering before I could walk past him, "What do you think you're doing showing up here and trying to mess up everything? I hope you haven't forgotten that…" "If you don't get your filthy hands off her, I'll be more than happy to break those hands," Sebastian interrupted, looking as cool and calm as ever. "Who the fuck do you think you are? Stay out of this. This is between Alina and I."

Yvette jumped up from the bed, shocked and confused. I locked eyes with her, and my tone was serious. “Answer me. Can you do it?” When she reluctantly nodded, I finally let out a sigh of relief. Yvette still looked bewildered. “Queenie, what are you planning?” I recalled the layout of the study and the strange things in the cabinet in my mind. Piece by piece, the final clue to this bizarre adoption puzzle clicked into place. “I know which one of us is the real Grant heiress…”

My gaze turned murderous. “It’s fine. You’ll understand once you’re dead.” I tightened my hand around her throat. Pearl gasped for air. Her face flushed red, then went pale and bluish as she struggled. “Are you crazy, you trash?” the leader screamed. “Get her! Grab that crazy woman!” The men, all dressed to look like thugs, surrounded us at once. I raised my voice. It cut through the silent night with clarity. “Enough with the act! I know the truth now, and you can’t scare me. I have nothing left to lose! A person with nothing to lose fears nothing. Take one more step, and I will snap her neck!”

" He said and walked away hastily, leaving me to regret my outburst. Why did I have to say that? It was none of my business. *** It was time for the party, and I stared at my dress laying on the bed. A black corset gown, embroidered with pearls. It felt odd. Dressing up after all that time. It wasn't for him. I wasn't dressing up for Zayn. I tried hard to convince myself that I wasn't. He got me the dress and suggested the whole dating and party thing. I was just playing along, right? "It isn't real, Cielle... This is all a game, a plot to get back what was taken away from you." I muttered to myself as I took off my bathrobe.

That person excitedly runs towards me. Hearing that my face turned livid. I pursed my lips and said with an unfriendly expression on my face. “I don’t know.” The two women didn’t dare to ask more questions, but they were still whispering, thinking that would be true. When Hallie came down the stairs, step by step, all the lights were on. The sudden light simulation made many people unable to open their eyes. The skirt that Hallie wore shimmered under the light and seemed that skirt was inlaid with rhinestones. She wore exquisite jewelry on her ears and neck, and this jewelry showed brightly under the light as if her whole being was glowing.

An Ashbourne property had changed hands within months of my mother's death, buried deep enough that a daughter looking fifteen years later would never find it, would give up long before reaching this exact page. Eleanor dies. I get declared unstable. I disappear into a hospital no one visited for fifteen years, not once, not a single card or phone call in all that time. Claire becomes the Grant heiress in my place, wearing a name and a life that had never belonged to her, stepping into rooms that should have been mine to walk into. And somewhere in the middle of all of it, quietly, methodically, an Ashbourne asset changes hands, moved by someone who understood exactly how much attention a gr

He had learned too much about her truth in the last days, and with every moment his silence pressed heavier on her chest. “This place is cursed,” he murmured, his voice echoing faintly in the ruined chamber. “Why come back here, Serenya? The memories will only break you.” She turned sharply, her hood slipping from her head, revealing the face of the hidden heiress—the one the world had not yet named. “Because the past has never let me go, Kaelen. These chains are mine whether I face them or not.” A gust of cold wind cut through the broken walls, carrying with it a sound—a faint clink, like iron striking iron. Kaelen drew his blade, stepping in front of her.