The Bronze Heiress

 

Chapter 1: The Bronze Heiress

Long before she was known as the Bronze Heiress, Lisa SoSe Longfall-Daro was already forged in fire.

Raised under the unpredictable watch of Devi—a wine-toting matriarch with more sharp words than soft embraces—Lisa learned early that survival came with sass, smarts, and sometimes a sidearm. She was the youngest of the adult Longfalls, the most spoiled, and the most watched. But her favor in the family wasn't given freely; it was earned through a life littered with lessons.

Her father, the elusive and dangerous Dark Northman, had not always been a ghost. In the scattered moments when he did appear, he brought more than trouble—he brought training. Lisa learned how to load a pistol before she learned how to write cursive. Dark wasn’t a father in the traditional sense, but he knew his daughter needed armor in a world where family couldn’t always protect her. And he gave her just that.

As she grew, Lisa’s life threaded itself through strange and powerful men. Mattias, a hardened private military contractor and the father of her son Elias, had taught her control and strategy—lessons he never realized she carried with her after he vanished. Then there was Axemes Daro, the silent shadow in her world for years. Always lingering. Always watching. He was never fully hers until he had to be. But she had been watching him too.

And then came Achelius Decimus.

Jamaican-born, smooth-talking, and dripping in false gold, Achelius had the charm of a devil and the mind of a thief. To the world, he was wealthy, generous, a lover of nightlife and lavish things. To Lisa, he was a lesson she survived. Their early days were beautiful chaos—he spoiled her, called her queen, touched her like she was the only goddess in the heavens. But the dark came fast.

Achelius didn't hit with fists in public. No, his strikes came in silence, in locked rooms, in pressure so deep it rewrote her sleep. His words were cruelest when whispered, his cheating done in shadows with the excuse of “slip-ups.” And yet, Lisa—trained shooter, club mogul, Longfall royal—endured him longer than she should have.

Not because she was weak.

Because she believed she could outlast his demons. That her strength might soften him. That, if nothing else, she would protect her unborn children—Achelius Jr. and Aleissa Decimus, as they were once called.

But strength has a limit, and when it snapped, it cracked the entire family tree.

The day Lisa left Achelius wasn’t quiet. It was scorched earth. Marcus, her brother and sometimes coldest ally, found out the truth. The bruises. The humiliation. The cyber crimes. And when Marcus promised vengeance, he didn’t scream. He calculated.

Lisa divorced Achelius the morning the test came back: the twins were not his. Axemes had always been in the background, a steady hum behind the chaos. The DNA confirmed what her soul already knew. Alyx and Aleissa were born of her real salvation.

That same evening, Achelius married Dona in a spiteful ceremony no one important attended. Dona—a Czech woman with pale skin and old wounds—had been a pawn in his story. Pregnant, submissive, and always translating her sorrow into silence. Lisa didn’t hate her. In truth, she pitied her.

With Achelius out of her life, Lisa rose.

She reclaimed Purple Mystique, turned her pain into empire, and wrapped herself in the love of her children and the power of her name. She wasn't just Lisa. She was the Bronze Heiress—hard as the metal, warm in the sun, and impossible to mold again without breaking everything.

In her new home at Longfall Paradise, with Angelica born in peace and Axemes at her side, Lisa built not just a life—but a legacy. Her children were raised around pools and arcades, soft beds and hard truths. And Lisa, pistol in her purse and power in her hips, ruled with the same fiery grace she was raised on.

There were still shadows. Achelius, with his “non-profit” Decimus Promotions, lurking in club corners with his twins and promises. Mattias, lost in some warzone, unknowing of the child he left behind. But Lisa didn’t wait for ghosts to close doors.

She was done surviving.

Now, she reigned.

“Don’t start no fire unless you’re ready to watch it burn.” — Marcus Longfall

Lisa’s storm didn’t hit the family like lightning. It was slower—like smolder. A heat that built beneath the marble floors of the Longfall mansion, behind Lisa’s club entrances, in the way she smiled less and carried her shoulders higher.

Marcus saw it all before anyone did.

It wasn’t just because he was her older brother. It was because he was trained to read code, emotions, and lies in the same breath. While Nicole thought Lisa was just working more, and Devi blamed it on “relationship stuff,” Marcus noticed Lisa’s posture. The bruises on her ego. Her avoidance of family dinners. And the fact that her guns were never where they usually were—meaning she slept with one under the pillow.

He hated Achelius the first time he met him.

Something about the man didn’t compute. The flashy suits. The fake generosity. The way he praised Lisa like she was a product and not a person. Marcus said nothing—yet. Because he knew Lisa had to come to the edge on her own.

And when she did, she didn’t just jump—she soared.

The revelation that Achelius had been abusive, manipulative, and potentially dangerous wasn’t surprising. But it infuriated Marcus all the same. He hadn’t protected her. And for a man who made a living protecting digital infrastructure and corporate secrets, that failure was personal.

He didn’t react outwardly. Not like Trey would’ve. Not like Devi might. Instead, he collected everything. Screenshots. Transactions. Camera footage. He created a private file on Achelius called “The Ghost King,” and every detail—location, club booking, cash app ping—was documented.

When Lisa walked out, Marcus was behind her with a quiet nod and a backup plan. He didn’t say, “I love you.” He said, “You need anything handled?”

That was Marcus’s version of affection.

He knew Lisa was strong. The Bronze Heiress wasn’t a damsel—she was a sharpshooter trained by their father and war-hardened by her own trauma. But what she needed now wasn’t more lessons. She needed a firewall around her peace. And Marcus, brilliant and emotionally unavailable, became that firewall.

The divorce was strategic. Quick, bloodless on paper, but deeply offensive in its fallout. Achelius married Dona the same day, as if Lisa could be replaced like software. As if a new install could delete years of damage.

But Marcus knew how viruses worked.

He quietly blocked every business that tried to collab with Achelius. Leaked whispers of misconduct to promoters. Even had a bot campaign shut down one of Achelius's club giveaways. No one connected it to Marcus. They wouldn’t dare.

Yet through all that, Marcus never once confronted Lisa with comfort. No hugs. No soft words. Just support—the kind that comes in the form of silence, security, and her name being protected in every system Marcus touched.

Because if Lisa was the fire, Marcus was the firewall.
And in this family, both were needed to survive.

Trey!

Trey Longfall didn’t say much when he heard what Lisa had done.
He didn’t need to.

He stood on the upper balcony of the Longfall mansion, watching the clouds shift over the beach. Lisa's departure from Achelius was like a shift in the wind. Quiet but massive. Even the staff felt it.

To Trey, Lisa was always the storm beneath the silk. Not the little sister type, but the unshaken flame. Seeing her finally free wasn’t relief—it was confirmation. The Longfalls always returned to form.

Still, Trey felt something deeper. Achelius’s removal tightened the circle again. The same circle that once judged him for his own mistakes with Dona. The whispers had started up again. He didn’t care for Achelius—but seeing him cast out felt like looking into a mirror from a few years ago.

He wondered if people had looked at him the same way. He wondered if Lisa had.

Still, he was proud. Achelius was fake leather. Lisa was steel. She had chosen peace with bullets still in her chamber. Trey knew how hard that was.

Malyssah knew before anyone else. She had felt the energy shift in Lisa's walk when she returned.

Achelius was gone.
Good.

She never trusted him. The smile too slick. The words too polished. He walked like a man rehearsing a scene. Malyssah had seen real men—Trey on his worst day had more soul than Achelius on his best.

Still, she kept her tongue sharp. Not for Lisa’s sake—Lisa didn’t need protection. But for the children. And for the empire.

Now that Lisa was home, Malyssah watched the puzzle piece slide back into place. The balance was correcting.

Not in love. But in legacy.
Lisa had come back more than just a survivor. She returned commanding attention without demanding it. People shifted for her. The staff reoriented. Even Axemes, freshly reappeared in her life, seemed magnetized to her without need for possessiveness.

Malyssah respected her. Fiercely.
But part of her still watched. Not with suspicion—but with strategic curiosity.

Lisa wasn’t just building her life back. She was about to lead again.

And Malyssah, forever a guardian of her own kingdom, knew what it meant to share a stage with someone who shined on instinct.

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The Mansion Felt Different Now

With Achelius removed, a tension uncoiled in the Longfall estate. Conversations flowed easier. The music at Purple Mystique returned to its rightful volume. The staff worked with less stiffness in their spine.

Lisa had not just exited a marriage.
She had reset the tone of an empire.

The Bronze Heiress was back.
Not to prove something.
But to expand it.

 Lisa’s Liberation from Achelius 

“The best time to escape a monster is before it thinks it owns you.” – Lisa

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A Sanctuary Turned Silent

Lisa Longfall had fought her way into power—into the family legacy, into business, into a seat at the table next to Marcus and Seth. But even the strongest fall for charm. And Achelius Decimus had charm in spades.

She thought she had tamed him.

She hadn’t.

She had carried that mistake in her womb for months before realizing the children were not a curse—they were her salvation.

Pregnant. Glowing. Determined.
Lisa wasn’t broken. She was becoming.

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The Secret Appointment

She was six months in when her doctor paused during a routine checkup.

“Funny,” the physician said. “Your husband’s been in here a lot lately. Not for you, though.”

Lisa’s heartbeat stalled.

“Excuse me?”

“Another patient. Czech woman. About 3 months along now. He always comes with her, sits through every appointment.”

Lisa went cold.

That wasn’t coincidence. That wasn’t professional.
That was betrayal—with a side of boldness.

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The Sin Before the Seed

Further digging revealed more.

Dona - Czech, quiet, submissive. Achelius had been seeing her well before Lisa got pregnant. And worse, she had been pregnant before, by Trey Longfall.

Back when Trey and Malyssah separated, Dona had crept in like a shadow. Achelius Tried to convinced her to keep the child—Trey’s child. She decided to abort anyway, He sat beside her, paid for it, held her hand through the procedure. Not out of love… but control. His true intentions showed he really didn't care if she aborted.

Lisa’s pregnancy hadn’t stopped him.
Six months into her carrying his supposed legacy—

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The Confrontation

That night, Lisa came home early. Achelius was at one of his fake Decimus “giveaway” events — tossing USD around in Jamaican currency like a prince in exile. She had exactly one hour to gather her things.

But instead, she grabbed her Glock. Slid it into the drawer. Then waited.

Achelius came home at 3:22 AM, reeking of champagne and deceit.

“You up, baby?”

She didn’t answer. Not until he saw the gun.

It wasn’t pointed at him. It was sitting gently on the table. But the look in Lisa’s eyes made him freeze.

“Sit,” she said.

He did.

No yelling. No tears. Just facts.

“You took Dona to my doctor. While she was pregnant. With Trey’s child. And she aborted it. For you.”

Achelius started to speak, but Lisa raised one finger. Silence fell like winter.

“You’ve disrespected my body. My children. My name. My empire.”

He smirked. “You knew who I was.”

Lisa leaned in.

“No. I knew who I wanted you to be. But now? I remember who the hell I am.”

She stood, took the gun, and left it on the counter.

“You don’t live here anymore.”

She took off her wedding ring. Set it beside her untouched wine glass.

“I was yours. You were never mine.”

And she walked away. 

The Divorce Before Delivery

Lisa moved quickly.

There was no dramatic fight. No crying in the bathroom. No begging. Just cold precision.

She changed the locks. Removed his name from the medical file. Froze the joint accounts. And delivered the divorce papers directly to his inbox with one message:

“You won’t poison my bloodline again.”

Achelius didn’t contest it. Perhaps he thought she'd come crawling back. He underestimated how quickly a Longfall woman transforms pain into power.

Lisa left the ring behind and packed up his belongings with gloves on—like trash.

Lisa’s Secret Strength

What Achelius didn’t know — couldn’t know — was that Axemes Daro had already returned to her orbit.

Quietly.

He never pushed. He simply stayed nearby. Armed. Loyal. Watching her crumble and rebuild in the same breath.

They weren’t lovers again. Not yet.
But on sleepless nights, when the weight of pregnancy felt like punishment and liberation at once — Lisa would call.

Axemes would show up. Silent. Warm. Always with his back to the door.

 Mattias Nilsson

It was weeks later, during an outing to scout a new property, that Lisa met Mattias.
Older. Stoic. Ex-military with a gaze that seemed to see too much.

They talked Military. Then security. Then babies.

And for the first time in months, Lisa felt safe again — not protected by seduction, but by discipline. His style was different from Axemes. Less emotional. More controlled. But somehow, that worked.

She never stopped loving Axemes. But Mattias… was stability.
She thought he could be what she needed, at least for now.

And when he kissed her forehead and whispered, “You don’t have to fight everything alone anymore,” she almost believed him.

 A Private Beachfront Cabana, Jamaica – Sunset

The sound of waves crashes softly in the distance. Achelius stands tall, dressed in crisp white linen. Dona, in a silky pale dress with a diamond choker, says nothing—her posture poised, her face unreadable.

A local officiant closes a thin folder and speaks gently:

Officiant:
"With this bond, sealed under the eyes of love and loyalty, I pronounce you husband and wife."

Achelius grins. Cocky. Triumphant.

Achelius (lifting her hand and kissing it):
"Clean break. New chapter. The same day Lisa signs my past away… I write a better future."

Dona blinks slowly—neutral. Silent.

He turns to the small crowd of club promoters and local DJs.

Achelius:
"Let the world know: Decimus Promotions is not just business—it’s bloodline now."

They cheer weakly. A few clap, unsure.

Achelius (smirking to himself):
"One woman aborts my legacy… the other signs in."

Dona looks away. Achelius doesn’t notice.

“The flame never died—only flickered until the wind calmed.”

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🏛️Axemes claims his love...

Months after Mattias’s disappearance, Lisa found herself surrounded by love yet haunted by unanswered questions. Elias, her son with Mattias, was still a baby in her arms. Her twins, Alyx and Aleissa, were growing and thriving under the watchful eyes of both Lisa and Axemes. And though the past had scarred her, Lisa no longer let pain define her steps—she walked through it, heels on fire.

But there was one person who had remained a quiet presence, always near yet never demanding: Axemes Daro.

He had seen Lisa at her lowest, held her in silence, fought beside her in both boardrooms and backrooms, and when everyone else had claimed her, possessed her, or left her—he waited.

Not to be chosen, but to be deserved.

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🔥 The Rekindling

It started slowly. A late-night drink. A shared silence. Axemes would babysit the twins when Lisa handled business at Purple Mystique. Lisa would find herself leaning on him—not out of weakness, but out of comfort.

There were no grand confessions. Just an understanding.
One that spoke in glances, body language, and the way he gripped the base of her spine like she was the only living thing left in a dead world.

One night, after having a romantic dinner, Lisa turned to Axemes and whispered:

“I don’t want peace. I want you in every war I fight.”

That was the night Angelica was conceived—more than a baby, she was a living promise. The child of a healed woman and a man who waited through the storm.

after the love making was over there was more conversation to be had. a twist to all of this...

Lisa stood in front of the full-length mirror, the crimson gown hanging beside her. Her body bore the marks of survival—softened in motherhood, sharpened in leadership. The twins were asleep down the hall. Elias was cooing in the nursery under Griselda’s watch.

Axemes stood at the doorway. Silent. As always, protective without pressure.

Lisa: (without turning)
“You waited through my worst years… watched me bleed, watched me smile for someone else. Why?”

He stepped in slowly.

Axemes: “Because I loved you before either of us knew what that meant. And because I thought you chose someone better.”

Her breath caught, lips parted. She turned and stepped toward him.

Lisa: “I didn’t. I chose safe. I chose what felt like control after chaos.”

He nodded, eyes storming with emotion.

Then came the blow he never expected—but had always hoped for.

Lisa: “The twins… Alyx and Aleissa... they’re yours.”

Silence fell, heavy and deep.

He blinked, as if the air had left his lungs.

Axemes: “What...?”

Lisa: (softly, eyes burning)
“You remember the summer before Mattias came? The trip to the lake? You held me when Achelius first hit me. That night, I didn’t just cry in your arms... I made life with you.”

Axemes: “But you... I thought Mattias—”

Lisa: “He raised them. I let him. I was scared. You never said you wanted me, so I went with the man who gave me structure. But... you were always the man I loved.”

Axemes turned away briefly, fists clenched. The realization crushed him and revived him all at once.

Axemes: “I’ve been protecting another man’s kids all this time... and they were mine?”

Lisa: “You’ve been loving your children, Ax. And you did it without even knowing.”

He turned back. His voice cracked, full of wonder and regret and fire.

Axemes: “Then tomorrow... I don’t just marry you. I take back my family.”

They kissed. This time not with the urgency of old flames—but with the knowing touch of souls that had always been one breath apart.

💍 Wedding Day Reframed

When Axemes stood beside Lisa on the rooftop altar, he wasn’t just marrying her—he was stepping into the truth he’d been denied. His daughter Aleissa smiled and asked why he looked like he wanted to cry. Alyx tried to act tough but held his hand a little tighter.

Only Lisa and Axemes knew the full weight of that moment. And neither of them would ever tell the world—because the truth didn’t need validation.

💍 The Wedding

Rather than a big spectacle, Lisa chose something private, intentional, and soaked in symbolism.

• Venue: The Anhellus estate’s marble rooftop overlooking the cityscape.

• Attire: Lisa in a blood-red gown that shimmered like her reputation. Axemes in a matte-black suit with gunmetal trim—his pistols still holstered, because peace doesn’t mean unarmed.

• Officiant: Marcus, despite the chaos he often caused, read the rites—his voice calm, for once.

• Guests: The core Longfall family. Even Devi was sober enough to cry. Nadege and Nicole stood together. Seth grumbled but clapped. Trey held Malyssah's hand tight, his kids restless.

Lisa wore no veil.
There were no promises of "obey."
There were only eyes locked, palms pressed, and a vow that neither needed to say out loud.

Axemes: “I don’t need a title to be your man. But I’ll wear your name like a shield if you let me.”
Lisa: “Then it’s not a wedding. It’s a damn coronation.”

They kissed with the kind of hunger only survivors can offer one another.