Winning The Heir Who Bullied Me Novels & Stories

_______________ I have earned my place to sit amongst the Bratva. And there was no way I was going to let a child tell me otherwise. Fifteen years. Fifteen years I plotted, fifteen years I poisoned the previous leader. My uncle. Yes. The old fool had planned to give my spot to his foolish child. With the help of Viktor my right hand man, I made sure that never happened. My uncle left with no choice and no heir had to appoint me as the new leader as I continued making him frail and unable to do anything until he died. Took longer than I had planned but a win is a win regardless.

"You freak! Don't you know me?!" "Hush, Maiena. It's the first day of school and seems like she is a newbie. Let her pass this time, okay? We don't bully new girls here, right Bridget?" The girl with dark brown curly hair added. I looked at Bridget. She looked skeptical to answer but I could see straight in her eyes how she wanted me to vanish in front of her. Before she could even answer, I stepped back and gave the way to them. I was thankful enough when they decided to leave.

" I hope you're right Kylie, I'll inform Glen to send two more men to meet us here, although they won't be as good as the two men, you should make do with them" Kylie huffed impatiently " Glen had better bring them as soon as possible, the competition is bound to start soon" " You have to be careful from now on, we can't keep leaving clues everywhere " Kylie snorted as she fiddled with her nails. " I hope this competition ends soon, all the top ten heirs in the city are here and I can't flirt with any of them, it's just so annoying" The duo stopped thier conversation when one of the heiresses walked in, Blair Winston, she was an heiress of one of the middle class families, her fingers were t

She was losing this battle. “I will also sue you for framing, bullying, harassing, and injring Emily. Just to make it clear in that thick head of yours that Emily, is Daniel Watson’s precious granddaughter.” Megan gasped. “She’s the one and only heiress of Daniel Watson, the biggest and most powerful man.” Megan was breathing heavily with disbelief. “Emily did nothing wrong and you and dare to insult her in front of your… your partner, if I stand correctly, Joshua MacClare,” said Beatrice.

I say, seeing which papers that idiot was looking at. "I'm not a peeper". Speaks sitting in the chair facing my desk. "I just don't understand why you feel so much hatred for him". "Don't you understand?" I ask louder, not believing what I had just heard. "You are the daughter and heiress of businessmen, fairy tales don't exist for any of us". She answers seriously. "You should be happy because he's young, he's hot, and you have an overwhelming chemistry. I'm still recovering from what I saw". She says, shaking herself with a smile.

Kael remained stoic, but his grip on his glass tightened until his knuckles turned white. "Over the next six months," Robert announced, his voice ringing with authority. "You three will compete. You will be given projects, responsibilities, and challenges. I will be watching. I will be judging. And at the end of those six months... one of you will be named the Heir." The room erupted into chaos. Cameras flashed. Reporters scrambled. But Riley couldn't hear anything. She looked at Bella, whose face had turned a dangerous shade of red with rage and excitement. Then she looked at Kael.

Ale looked enigmatic as he coldly stared at the maid. The next second, he grabbed the maid by the neck and lifted her up with an abrupt outburst. As the maid struggled, the lady of the Nine-Tails Tribe hurriedly shouted, “Ale, you’re a Divine Heir and also an outstanding person. What’s so great about bullying a maid? Come at me if you dare!” Reeking of booze, Ale was still holding a wine glass in one hand! Alex sneered, “Indeed, bullying a maid isn’t something to be proud of. So, I’ll just... kill her.”

“You’re not ready for this.” She folded her arms. “Try me.” Something in his expression shifted—less ice, more storm. “You think this firm is just a law office?” he said. “We sit on ancient courts. We settle blood feuds older than your textbooks. I don’t run a business, Zara. I run a kingdom.” She stared at him. Her mouth parted slightly, but no words came. “The Heir Trial,” he continued, voice low. “It’s not ceremonial. It’s a fight for leadership. For the right to shape the future of the Five Clans.”

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.

“You’re their real daughter. As long as you exist, you’re a threat to me. The Zeller fortune belongs to me, not you. “You can blame Mom, Dad, and Steve for being so stupid. They treat me better than their own blood. But don’t worry. Once I inherit everything, I won’t leave you with nothing. I’ll give you five hundred a month. That’s a lot more than those families on welfare back in your hometown ever get, isn’t it?” Her laughter echoed down the hallway. I curled up on the floor, trembling, surrounded by my own blood. Satisfied, she ran downstairs, then deliberately threw herself onto the steps and rolled down, screaming dramatically. “Help! Somebody help! Lily cut herself!”