When The True Heiress Strikes Back Novels & Stories

But she’d never imagined it could split her essence apart. The Black Heir’s smile sharpened. “You became the queen they needed. I became what you buried to survive. And now…” She raised her hand, the air trembling around her. “I’ve come to reclaim what’s mine.” Evelyn’s own mark flared, burning hotter. “You can’t reclaim what was never stolen.” “Then I’ll destroy it.” The clash of power tore through the valley. Lightning split the sky as both women unleashed the energy bound to their blood. Evelyn’s aura blazed silver-white; the Black Heirs burned with smoke and flame. The ground cracked, throwing dust and sparks into the air.

Ethan was convinced he could break me, turn me into a submissive wife to enhance his own standing. I wasn’t just Bella Sinclair, the former inmate fiancée he could humiliate. I was Isabella Hartman, the trillion-dollar heiress to the Ashcroft throne, the tech dynasty that made Blackvale look like a footnote. I’d taken on a disguise so I could be with him, so I could keep myself from being mistaken for his enemy. But I had been blinded by love, and betrayal had opened my eyes. I was done hiding. My hands shook when I reached for my phone again, opening up to a number I hadn’t dialed in years. After the first ring, a second, a familiar voice came on, calm, expecting this call. “Isabella?”

“You raised raccoons in couture.” It was beautiful chaos. The headlines by evening? "Krystal Hunter: Heiress of Poise, Power, and Petty Revenge." "McLaren Empire Collapses, Reborn Under the Hunter Legacy." "From Ashes to A-List: The Queen Returns." Tomas toasted with his glass of wine. “To poetic justice.” Darren wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed my temple, eyes glinting with something deeper than just celebration. “You didn’t just burn the house down, love. You rebuilt a palace on the ashes.”

Everyone will betray me, in the end, even him. I rose and headed into the hallway, needing to assess the mansion's layout, find any secrets, any potential escape routes should he decide to kill me. I turned and saw three maids staring. Their gazes were cold, unwelcoming. The brown-haired maid rolled her eyes, and they began to whisper, not even bothering to hide it. "She's the Sterling heiress... the broke heiress." "Oh, I've heard about her," another chimed in. "The boss probably bought her. It's obvious what she offers him. Her body." They laughed, a cruel, mocking sound.

They moved with unnatural grace, their presence alone sending a chill through the pack. The First Heir’s smile deepened. “My brothers and sisters have come.” My heart pounded fiercely in my chest. The ancient heirs—the ones who had been wiped from history—were alive. And now, they stood before us. Damien growled, muscles coiling like a spring ready to unleash. “We’ll fight them all.” I gripped the Queen’s Fang tighter, its blade pulsing with light as if sensing the rising danger. “Then we have no choice.” The eldest of the cloaked figures stepped forward. Her eyes glowed with a terrifying light, a cruel and ancient power that seemed to warp the very air around her. “You trespass on sacred gr

“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.

I removed her hands from my jacket and looked into her eyeballs feigning annoyance. “Don’t you understand all I had said at the night of the party enough or you are just proving to be adamant?” “Leonard, are you just going to dispose of me just like that” she scoffed. ”You just treat me like this. Do you know I had to leave one of my modeling deal I had gotten in London just to come back for you.” she continued. “Why are you playing the victim out of a sudden? Did you not just date me only for my money and then leave me later on after using me.”

She instinctively inched closer to Liam for protection. She glanced around her, then turned to Jack, fuming, and screamed, "What are you going to do to me, Jack? Have you forgotten who I am? I'm the heiress to the Bristow family, and my father will get back at you for this if you touch even a single hair on my head! Let me go right now, Jack, and I will pretend none of this happened."