When The True Heiress Strikes Back Novels & Stories

The Public Humiliation The clock struck ten. The music faded, and Julian stepped onto the small stage, grabbing a microphone. He looked at me, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of triumph and malice. "Can I have everyone’s attention?" Julian’s voice boomed. "Today is my birthday, but it’s also a day of 'new beginnings.' Vivienne, darling, why don't you come up here? I know you have something for me." The room went silent. The elite of New York turned to watch the billionaire heiress play the fool for her chauffeur’s son once again. Stacy smirked from the front row, clutching a designer bag I’d bought her last Christmas.

Relief. “So that’s it,” she whispered. “You get the crown… and I get the truth.” My heart clenched. I moved toward her without thinking. “No,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “You get me. A sister. If you want one.” Her breath caught, sharp and fragile. Then Calista laughed, bitter, sharp, empty. “How poetic. The lost heiress returns, secrets spill, and I lose everything.” “You lost everything the moment you chose to deceive everyone,” Killian said coldly.

On went the midnight blue dress, dripping in diamonds. The mask... a silver and sapphire masterpiece slipped over my face. Steadying my breath, I stepped out. Then... The announcer’s voice rang through the ballroom. “Ladies and gentlemen, The reason for this party, let's welcome on stage the Heiress of Lancaster Group of Company... Miss Sophia Lancaster!” Gasps. Whispers. The crowd stilled. Sophia Lancaster was back. No one had seen her face and today wasn't going to be an exception.

“Hardly. I came to remind you that you don’t own this space; you don’t own this city. Tonight, the spotlight isn’t just yours.” With that, I turned my gaze to Gabriella, who took a small step back, observing me with equal parts disdain and intrigue. “Congratulations on your new partnership,” I said, my openness a strategic mask for the confidence bubbling beneath. “Though we all know you’re merely a pawn in Andre’s elaborate chess game.” Gasps spread through the attendees at my audacity, their eyes darting between the three of us, hungry for the unfolding drama. Gabriella lifted her chin, an unmistakable defiance glimmering in her icy gaze. “And you must be the runaway heiress who’s chosen t

And that someone used to be Shane Ryder until Clare claimed him as hers. That night was one of the worst ones I’ve ever experienced. So I push the thought to the back of my mind. Clare is still talking my ear off about how amazing everything looks when two girls walk towards us and I immediately want to run away. It’s Megan Rose and Eden Park, Clare Haistings friends. They both look absolutely amazing in their matching satin oval green dresses and strappy heels. They’ve always matched and I thought it was childish at first then I realized that Clare encourages it only because she looks like a main character when she’s with them.They are mean girls that Clare uses to hide behind in order to k

Right? I straightened, my jaw setting. She thought this was over? She thought she could walk away from me, marry him, and just forget? No. No fucking way. I’d get her back. No matter what it takes. Even if I had to burn the whole world down to do it. I glanced back at the door which she had disappeared through. “Just you wait, Alexandra. I'll get you back.”

She continued struggling until she pulled her hand away from his grip. She shifted back into her seat. "That arrogance might work on other girls," she said, resting her head back against the seat, looking ahead through the windscreen at the dark road stretching out before them. "but not me. I'm not interested! If you really want to repay me, then just leave me alone." Her voice broke on the last words, filled with sadness, and then she turned back to him. "I'm not an heiress or a hooker. I'm just a normal girl who will never be your type. So can't you just let me go?"