I'm The true Heiress !

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Susan's POV

My daughter eagerly took the front passenger seat to guide us. Her confidence amazed me—how she could stay so calm and focused in such a chaotic moment was beyond me. I settled in the back with Lily, trying to calm my racing thoughts.

As we navigated the streets of Los Angeles, I couldn’t help but think back to the man on the plane. Who was he? Why did he have that photo? And most importantly, what did he want from me? The questions gnawed at me, but I forced myself to focus on the task at hand—stopping Emily and Jessica.

My daughter’s voice broke through my thoughts. “Turn left here, Auntie Sarah!” she directed, her small finger pointing at the map. Sarah followed her instructions without hesitation, the car weaving through the less crowded back roads.

My hands trembled slightly as I applied the last touches of mascara. I took a deep breath, glancing at my reflection in the car mirror. Gone was the scared, broken girl from six years ago. I had transformed myself—physically, mentally, and professionally. I was no longer the weak victim. I was Susan Davidson, the rightful heir to the Davidson Corporation.

But as I sat there, my mind flashed back to the day they orchestrated my downfall. Emily and Jessica had been so convincing, so cunning. They had handed me a plane ticket to the USA, claiming it was for my benefit, to start fresh after everything that had happened.

 I had trusted them—foolishly, naively. It wasn’t until I arrived at the airport that I realized it was all a lie. The ticket was fake. I’d been humiliated, left stranded with nothing but the clothes on my back. And then they had taken everything that was mine. 

But now, I was ready to settle scores.

I took another deep breath, my hands still trembling slightly. “Sarah, do you think we’ll make it?”

Sarah glanced at me in the rearview mirror, her expression serious but determined. “We will. We have to.”

The city sped by as we took turn after turn, getting closer to our destination. My heart pounded with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. This was my chance to confront them, to finally stand up for myself after all these years. I wasn’t the same frightened girl who had been sent away in disgrace. I was stronger now. I had my daughter to protect, and I wasn’t going to let anyone take advantage of me again.

“Almost there, Mommy,” my daughter said, turning to give me a reassuring smile. Her confidence was contagious, and I found myself smiling back.

As we approached the towering building where the press conference was being held, my nerves spiked again. The area was swarming with reporters and photographers, their cameras flashing as they crowded around the entrance. My heart sank at the sight—getting inside would be nearly impossible.

But before I could voice my concerns, Sarah drove past the front entrance and turned down a narrow alleyway, pulling up to a side entrance. “This way,” she said, her voice steady.

We hurried out of the car, and Sarah led us through a back door that opened into a quiet hallway. My daughter stayed close by my side, her hand gripping mine tightly. I could feel her small fingers trembling slightly, but her expression remained determined.

As we neared the conference room, we could hear the murmur of voices and the flash of cameras just beyond the doors. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of fear and determination surging through me. This was it—the moment of truth.

Sarah squeezed my shoulder. “You’ve got this, Susan,” she whispered, her voice filled with encouragement.

I nodded, taking a deep breath to steady myself. With one last glance at my daughter, who gave me a brave nod, I pushed open the door.

The room was packed with people, all eyes on the stage where Emily and Jessica stood, smiling smugly at the crowd. My blood boiled at the sight of them, so confident in their deception. I remembered the way they had laughed at me, how they had manipulated my trust, how they had watched me fall.

Not today.

I stepped forward, my voice steady and strong. “Stop this right now.”

The room fell silent, all eyes turning toward me. I could see the shock on Emily’s and Jessica’s faces as they realized who I was. For a moment, they seemed frozen, unable to comprehend that I was standing there, alive and well.

My heart was pounding as I stood before the crowd. All eyes were on me, filled with shock and confusion. I took a deep breath to steady my nerves before speaking.

"Stop this charade right now," I said, my voice coming out stronger than I felt. 

Emily and Jessica stared at me, their faces drained of color. For a moment, neither spoke. I could see the panic and anger flashing in their eyes. 

Jessica was the first to recover. "Susan?" she asked, her usually composed tone wavering. "What are you doing here?"

I arched a brow. "Isn't it obvious? I'm here to set the record straight." 

Whispers erupted among the reporters. Emily's fists clenched at her sides as she glared at me. "You have no right to be here," she spat. 

I held her furious gaze calmly. "On the contrary, I believe I have every right. You see, I am the chief designer and founder of SY Technologies."

Gasps and murmurs filled the room. Emily rolled her eyes and scoffed, but I could see the uncertainty in her expression. 

Just then, a familiar figure emerged from the crowd. "Susan?" came my father's stunned voice. 

I turned to face him, my heart swelling with emotion at the sight of his kind eyes. But I knew now was not the time for a reunion. "Hello, Dad," I said gently. 

His eyes shimmered with tears as he took me into his arms. I hugged him back, drawing strength from his embrace. When we pulled apart, I gave him a small nod, and he seemed to understand. There would be time for explanations later. 

I turned back to the reporters. "As I was saying, I created SY Technologies six years ago. The company's success is due entirely to my work."

Emily laughed mockingly. "That's ridiculous. You have no proof." But I could hear the panic in her voice.

I smiled calmly. "On the contrary, I have documents, prototypes, and witness accounts to back up my claim."

Emily and Jessica exchanged a worried glance. They knew the game was up.

My father stepped forward. "I think that's enough for today. This press conference is over." 

The reporters erupted with questions but were quickly ushered out. I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. As the adrenaline wore off, I suddenly felt drained. But I had won the first battle.

Later that evening, I met with Sarah at a small cafe to discuss care arrangements for my daughter while I attended important meetings. As we sipped our tea, I felt a pang of guilt at the thought of being away from my daughter, but I steeled my resolve knowing this was crucial for reclaiming what was rightfully mine.  

Once we finished our discussion, Sarah gave my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry, she'll be in great hands. You focus on taking back what's yours." I nodded, mustering a grateful smile though unease still gnawed at me.

After saying goodbye to my daughter with a tight hug and kiss, I slipped into my black trench coat and headed out, mentally preparing myself for the high-stakes dinner meeting. Tonight’s discussion was crucial—SY’s business move into the Ray Business Building could shape the company’s future.

As I stepped into the grand lobby of the Ray Building, nerves tangled in my gut, but I forced myself to maintain a confident stride. Tonight was crucial—I needed to be at the top of my game. The lobby was bustling with professionals and the clatter of high heels on marble floors, all mingling and chattering.

The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, and I joined a small group of people waiting inside. I glanced around, trying to keep my nerves in check, when my heart skipped a beat. There, among the crowd, was the man from the plane. His eyes locked onto mine, and I could see the recognition flicker across his face.

My breath hitched. This was not a coincidence.

As he approached, I braced myself. His demeanor was composed, but I could sense an underlying tension. “You must be Ms. Davidson,” he said, extending his hand with a tight smile. “I’m Ryan Ray, president of the Ray Consortium.”

My thoughts raced, realizing

that this unexpected encounter might be more of an opportunity than I’d initially thought.