The Rejected True Heiress (Liora) novel Chapter 67

Bianca

Finally. The moment we’d all been waiting for, the Exam results.

And by “we,” I obviously mean me.

Because let’s be honest, who else deserved this?

Honestly though? I hadn’t even studied once since I got here.

Not one late night, not one cram session, not even a whisper of effort. Because I didn’t need to. That’s the luxury of being me. While the rest of them were scribbling notes and hyperventilating over rankings, I was getting my nails done and picking out gowns.

Why? Because I made a deal with the principal the moment I walked through those pathetic school gates, Alpha status deserved Alpha recognition. And I was her, obviously.

The Female Alpha. The crown jewel. The heir apparent. The moment.

He agreed, of course. Who wouldn’t? He practically fell over himself to shake my hand. I’m legacy. Royalty. A one-name icon in a world of background extras.

Tonight was supposed to be one of the final bows on my perfect little package. The scores would be announced, my name would be called, the crowd would cheer, Callum would look at me with those devastating eyes and finally realize that no matter how long he tried to fight it—we were inevitable. Fated. Practically already married.

Finally, everyone’s eyes would fall where they were supposed to: on me.

And sure, there’d be whispers about her. The scholarship girl. The charity case in thrifted silk.

But let them whisper.

Because when the truth hit, it would hit hard.

I wasn’t sharing the spotlight with anyone. Especially not her. But I could graciously let them have their fun for a second. Let them gawk at her handmade dress and her weird little mystery act. Let them toss her scraps of admiration like pigeons in a park.

It wouldn’t last.

Because the moment my name echoed through that ballroom, the moment the world remembered who really runs things around here, reality would slap them all across the face like a silk glove.

And I’d be the one holding it.

I stood beside Callum, my hand looped through his arm like it was meant to be there, because it was. I gave just enough pressure to remind everyone watching that he was mine, without so much as wrinkling my gloves.

Our earlier dance? Please. It had been divine. Practically choreographed by the Moon Goddess herself. The way he’d twirled me across the floor, so effortless, so graceful, like we’d done this a thousand times in a past life. And maybe we had. Because no one manufactures that kind of chemistry. It’s either in your blood or it isn’t. And baby, it’s in mine.

A power couple so flawless we made royalty look underdressed.

And as I stood there, basking in the spotlight that rightfully belonged to us, I didn’t need to check Callum’s expression to know he felt it too.

He had to.

Because what we had? It was obvious to everyone.

Liora?

No. No no no no no no no.

This wasn’t some sort of charming twist. This was wrong.

I blinked.

My lashes, still flawless, fluttered against the air like they might blow the whole moment away.

“This isn’t possible,” I breathed.

No… I…we had a deal! That freak principal promised!

Callum stood next to me. He was… clapping. But it was slow. Polite. Mechanical.

Like his soul had left the building.

Which would’ve been fine—if his eyes hadn’t just locked on her. That wolfless rat in couture cosplay.

She didn’t even look up. Didn’t even glance back. Just stood there like she belonged.

My vision narrowed, and I swear I saw red glitter.