When The True Heiress Strikes Back Novels & Stories

They hauled me back into the room, the door slamming shut behind us with a final, suffocating bang. Panic exploded inside me. “No! Let me go, you monsters!” I screamed, kicking, twisting, fighting with everything I had left. But they held me down onto the bed helplessly. My wrists were grabbed and legs restrained. And all Vivianne did was laugh. A soft and satisfying laughter “Oh… this is so satisfying,” she said, stepping closer. My heart pounded violently as I glared at her. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” she continued, her voice dripping with pleasure.

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…”

But the burn didn’t ease the knot in his chest. The news flashed on TV. “In breaking news, the missing Hartman heiress has been found alive after twenty-three years…” Adrian froze. The screen showed Evelyn stepping from a black car, surrounded by cameras. “She’s the missing Hartman heiress,” he whispered. Charlotte paled. “That’s impossible.” Adrian barely heard her. Every cruel word he’d thrown at Evelyn echoed in his head. He’d called her a gold digger, said she didn’t belong. Now she was the richest woman in New York.

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.

he added, adjusting his necktie. Huh? How come he knows those details? I raised my eyes up at him,and he sighed. "You're an unusual heiress. And,I am more interested in unusual people."he stated sternly. I nodded, reluctantly. "Shall...we call it a night then?" "Sure. You should change out of that awful dress, it's an eyesore."his breath ruffles. I was even more perplexed. His tone sounds as that of an anger. I tried to change the topic.

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.

Aaron never listened, he had hardened his heart. A chuckled erupted amid the chaos. "I'm sorry," Gisella spoke up. " but I find it hard to believe Ezra would force himself on you," Gisella sneered her nostrils, looking at Siena in condescension. "You lowlife scum! How dare you lie against my son? My son will never stoop so low as to-" "Mrs DeMarque?" A pale and timid voice called out from behind. "I apologise for interrupting, but I found the necklace you were looking for,” Sienna heard footsteps approaching. Mrs DeMarque looked surprised because her eyes were wide open.