Crimson Heiress EP9
The ballroom still hadn’t recovered from the shock.
“Elena… Your Highness.”
Those words lingered in the air like thunder after a storm. No one moved. No one dared to.
Doña Margarita’s face had gone pale. The same woman who moments earlier had shoved a tray into Elena’s hands now looked like she was seeing a ghost.
Elena stood frozen.
The man before her slowly straightened, his eyes never leaving hers. “We’ve been searching for you for years,” he said quietly.
A whisper spread through the crowd. Searching? For her?
Olivia stepped forward first, laughing nervously. “There’s obviously some mistake.”
But the man didn’t even look at her. Instead, he reached into his coat and removed an old silver crest — the exact same symbol hanging from the necklace Elena had worn her entire life without understanding why her late mother never let her take it off.
That’s when Elena’s breathing changed.
Because suddenly… memories she never questioned didn’t feel random anymore.
And across the room, Doña Margarita realized the terrifying truth:
The woman she treated like a servant…
Was born to outrank them all.
