Transmigrated Into The True Heiress-Chapter 52: Not To Come Back

Thirty minutes before school ended, a post on the student blog website started gaining traction all over the school. If the post had been typical gossip about teachers, the usual student rants, or the weekly rankings, it wouldn’t have drawn attention or circulated through the school within minutes.

When Malia mentioned it to them during their last class, Eira immediately checked her phone and saw the post.

{School Blog Post: Monday Madness Edition

Hey Wildcats! Hope your Monday’s less chaotic than, well... certain people’s redemption arcs. Let’s dive into some spicy news, starting with a question for all of you:

What was your honest first reaction when you saw Myra Allen strutting through the halls today?

Mine? Shock—mixed with a bit of nausea. Seeing her act like the Queen Bee again after everything was... bold. Like, Myra, did you leave your shame at home along with that ’broken arm’ excuse? News flash, girl, no one’s forgotten what really went down!

And speaking of questionable decisions, shoutout to Alan, who seems convinced that dating Myra somehow makes him look good. Alan, buddy, you’re a smart guy. Maybe aim a little higher than someone who’d throw her own sister under the bus, frame her, and hire goons to do her dirty work. We’re just saying!

Oh, and where’s Arabella Thorne in all of this? Myra’s rival in love has practically vanished! For someone who used to act like they owned the school, she’s pulling a real disappearing act. Maybe karma finally caught up with her.

And let’s not forget the real hero of this mess: Ephyra Allen. While Myra’s all about fake injuries and dramatic entrances, Ephyra stood her ground and brought the truth to light. She may not have a fan club of sycophants, but she’s earned real respect from those who matter.

Let’s be real—if Myra thinks waltzing around school like nothing happened is going to erase the past, she’s on a different planet. I mean, the girl’s talking about her "future engagement" with Alan like she didn’t just have her reputation dragged through the dirt. There’s delusion, and then there’s Myra-level delusion.

Maybe Myra could use a self-help guide titled, "How to Be a Decent Human," with Chapter One: "Don’t Fake a Broken Arm to Get People’s Sympathy." Or "Avoid Setting Up Your Own Sister." Just some friendly advice.

Parting Thoughts:

Myra, people notice more than you think. Next time, remember your audience before trying to reclaim that Queen Bee throne. That "broken arm" story? Let’s just say, your acting needs a little... work. And for everyone else—exams are coming up, so let’s stay focused, study hard, and leave the drama to the real-life soap operas.

Here’s to a week of staying real, working hard, and letting Myra Allen serve as a reminder that sometimes, the best comeback is not to come back at all. Stay classy, Wildcats, and remember: people may forget what you said, but they’ll never forget what you stood for.

Good luck, and let’s make this exam season a knockout!}

After reading it, she couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. Because the teacher was questioning another student, she managed to avoid getting noticed.

Malia beamed. "What do you think?"

Eira looked up. "It’s great." Good work, she thought, hurriedly putting her phone away as Malia turned back to face the front.

Finally, school ended, and the four of them walked out of the school gate together, as usual. Just a short distance ahead, they spotted a scowling Myra leaning against the car that had brought them to school, surrounded by her friends, all wearing displeased expressions.

"Don’t they have homes to go to?" Malia muttered, rolling her eyes at the sight of Myra and her entourage.

Cyran chuckled, nudging Eira’s arm. "Looks like she’s been reading the blog post."

Eira’s gaze flicked to Myra, who looked ready to skin every student making fun of her or talking behind her back. Her smile was gone, replaced by a barely concealed anger.

As they approached the car, Myra turned her icy stare toward Eira, then glanced at Malia, Orla, and Cyran, her lips curling slightly. "I see you’ve gained everyone’s sympathy and now even have friends. I hope you enjoyed that little blog post," she sneered, her voice dripping with venom. "You must think you’re so clever, letting people believe you’re some kind of hero."

Eira kept her expression neutral, meeting Myra’s glare with a calm, steady look. "I didn’t write it, if that’s what you’re implying. But if people see through the lies, maybe you should consider why."

Myra’s friends quickly retorted, loyal as ever. "Hey, you ugly redhead! Don’t think you can just talk to Myra like that," one sneered, stepping forward with her arms crossed, glaring at Eira.

Another spoke up. "It seems little Ephyra has grown wings and learned to talk back."

A third chimed in, "I’m sure you’re just putting on a brave front in front of your new friends. As soon as they’re gone, you’ll go back to being the quivering mess you are." They all laughed.

Eira raised an eyebrow, barely reacting to the insults—but someone else did.

Malia stepped forward, raking her eyes over the girls in front of her as if they were trash before addressing each one by name.

"Annah, you’ve always been clueless. Even when someone is blatantly using you, you still don’t get it. You’d stoop low enough to follow a two-faced snake just because she pretends to be queen bee. Oh, and Sarah? Wasn’t it you who was crying last month because Myra spread that rumor about your family? And Lisa, didn’t Myra throw you under the bus just last week in history class? Yet here you all are, following her around like loyal pets."

Malia’s words struck like a whip, leaving Myra’s friends visibly shaken. They exchanged uncomfortable glances, each remembering moments when Myra had turned on them without hesitation.

Myra’s face contorted with anger, but before she could retort, Eira spoke up, looking straight at Myra with a faint smirk. "It’s interesting that you think I wrote that. Like I said, if people are saying things about you, maybe you should wonder why."

"Don’t act all high and mighty," Myra spat, her face flushed with anger. "You’re nothing more than a pathetic charity case in this family."

Eira’s smile grew colder, her eyes glinting with a dangerous edge. "Believe whatever helps you sleep at night, Myra. Just know that if you keep trying to bury the truth, it has a habit of resurfacing when you least expect it."

Myra looked on the verge of snapping, but her friends quickly tried to calm her, whispering for her to ignore Eira. After a few tense moments, she forced a fake smile, trying to regain her composure. "Well, enjoy your moment in the sun. It won’t last," she said, her voice dripping with resentment.

Eira just shrugged. "We’ll see."

With that, she turned and bid goodbye to the trio before getting into the car. A few seconds later, Myra also got into the car, which started and drove away.

When the car pulled into the compound and stopped, Myra hastily got out as if something were chasing her. Eira rolled her eyes as she stepped out, only to hear a scream.

Frowning, she walked around the car to see the entrance door open, where Myra was hugging someone.

Eira already knew who it was as she walked forward, so she didn’t bother paying attention to them. Their happiness was visible as they smiled and kissed each other, though their reasons for being happy were entirely different.

Eira didn’t mind being ignored, but there was something she needed to do, so she spoke up. "Congratulations."

The two turned to look at her; one of them frowned while the other glared.

"Congratulations on your engagement," Eira said again, this time with a mocking smile.

Alan didn’t say anything, but his jaw clenched, while Myra spoke up as Eira expected. "How do you know? How the hell do you know we got engaged?"

Eira smiled, and Eliot answered for her. "Because she’s one of the reasons Leandra came to break off the engagement and get you engaged to Alan."

"What?!"

"Leandra told me that Ephyra implored her to break off the engagement because she didn’t love Alan anymore, and Alan loved you. Alan himself had also told her that the one he loved was Myra, so she came and got you engaged." Eliot explained with a wide smile. "Regardless, I’m happy that Alan is still my future son-in-law."

Alan replied with a perfunctory smile. "Me too."

"Alright, come inside; we’ve been standing at the entrance for too long. You two just came back from school, so you must be tired. Why don’t you go upstairs, freshen up, and then join us in the dining room for an early dinner, okay?"

Myra nodded, kissed Alan, and ran up the stairs. Eira watched her go before stepping closer to Alan from behind.

She whispered, "I hope you understand now—I do not love or want a bastard like you. You didn’t break off the engagement with me; I broke it off with you. Now you and Myra can be together. No need to thank me, okay?"

Then she walked up the stairs without glancing back to see Alan staring after her, his fists clenched.

Almost thirty minutes later, they were all seated around the table for dinner. Eira was the only one on the right side, while Marianna, her daughter, and her fiancé sat together, acting like one perfect, happy family. Eira didn’t bother paying attention to them.

Midway through dinner, Marianna, Myra’s mother, shot Eira a pointed look. "I heard you’ve been causing quite the stir at school," she said with a thin smile. "It would be wise to remember your place and not create unnecessary drama."

Eira met her gaze evenly, unruffled. "I’m just minding my own business," she replied smoothly. "If others are conjuring things and spreading them, then the problem isn’t with me."

Marianna’s smile faded slightly, but she quickly recovered, turning to Alan. "I’m sure Alan would agree that family harmony is more important than feeding into baseless rumors."

Alan nodded, though his gaze flickered toward Eira with a hint of irritation.

Eira let them prattle on, tuning out their self-congratulatory chatter until dinner finally ended. As she stood to leave, Myra shot her a triumphant smile. "Enjoy being a shadow, Ephyra," she sneered softly. "This family has no place for you."

Eira’s expression remained calm as she leaned closer, her voice a whisper only Myra could hear. "Funny. For someone so sure of her place, you seem awfully bothered by me."

Myra’s smirk wavered, and Eira turned away, leaving the dining room with a snort.

Once in her room, Eira’s phone rang, and she saw that Jania was calling.

She couldn’t help but smile; it just so happened that she had something to ask Jania.

She picked up the call and held the phone to her ear. "Hey, I wanted—"

"Master Lyle is back, and he wants to see you."

"What? Now?"

"Yes, now. He’s expecting you at his office as soon as possible. The car will be waiting outside your house," Jania replied.

"He’s back? But why does he want to see me now?"

Jania sighed. "I don’t know, Ephyra. He just asked me to call you over."

"You know your boss is weird, right?" Eira said, and Jania chuckled. "Alright, let me grab a jacket. I’ll be there soon. Bye."

Eira ended the call and breathed out loudly. "Fucking psycho."

She went to her wardrobe, grabbed a long black coat, and threw it over her shoulders. After slipping on her shoes, she hurried downstairs, careful not to draw too much attention. She didn’t need anyone asking where she was going—especially not Myra or her mother. At the front door, she stepped outside and found the sleek black car already waiting by the curb.

The driver, one of her bodyguards, held the door open. "Good evening, Miss Allen."

"Evening," she replied, sliding into the back seat. A mix of anticipation and unease filled her as the car drove off. What could Lyle want at this hour? She knew better than to expect a casual conversation from him.

The drive felt both long and short as her mind raced, preparing for whatever awaited her.

Finally, they pulled up to Lyle’s expansive, brightly lit estate. The driver escorted her inside, and Jania appeared to guide her through the grand entryway and the lit corridors.

"He’s waiting in his office," Jania whispered, giving Eira an encouraging nod before turning away.

Eira sighed, knocking on the door before slowly opening it and stepping inside, closing the door behind her.

She looked up to see Lyle standing by the window, silhouetted against the dim evening light. Dressed in all black, he stood with his back to her, staring out into the vast gardens as he swirled a drink in his hand.