A Caribbean Heiress In Paris の小説・ストーリー

Just by discussing amongst themselves, my fate was already sealed. No one bothered to care about any input that I had. I was a girl by myself, after all, and there was no way I could go against the nine of them. So they naturally took my coins by force. Anna pouted and sweet-talked her mother into contributing another five gold coins, allowing her to purchase the Sea Maiden's Dress. "Wow, this dress is so comfortable! It's so cool and form-fitting that it feels like it's part of my own skin!" Anna exclaimed happily.

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---------- In the bustling city somewhere in America, Phoebe is seated inside the Starbucks quietly enjoying her coffee. "Have you heard? The Beischel's Heiress is actually the reason why the well known Nikholas Fairbourne suddenly disappeared." Phoebe was about to take a sip in her cappuccino when a woman's voice from the table behind her stopped her midway. With the mention of that familiar name, her heart actually beat erratically. "What do you mean?" another woman's voice. "Well, can you believe it? He was actually engaged with the young Beischel, but the heiress suddenly ran away. He must've been so heartbroken and humiliated that he hid from public." the first one once again gossiped.

She held Bianca by the arm as she proceeded towards the door with her, except for her little hand bag which she held along there was nothing again that she had. ‘Alright! I’d really love to host you both some other time here’ the maid said, gesturing politely. “That’s not a problem dear, we would love you around us also” she said. The duo walked out of the mansion as they walked through the terrace gesturing politely to Carl’s officials, they could only but open their mouths agape at the splendor of Carl’s mansion, the condition at which they drove in the other time deprived them of seeing the glamor of the building. The duo exclaimed at the sight of his flirtation with cars and the glows co

He didn't look homeless, and one can tell from one glance that he is well-read. The truth is I was not finding any of his questions funny as I felt miserable and pained from all the embarrassment I had earlier encountered. I pulled down my shirt for him to see out of annoyance. “Here it is sir, it is a fucking birthmark and I hate it, I will gladly give you if you want it," I said in frustration. “I'm so sorry to bother you my lady, but I happen to come from London, and this mark of yours is a mark that is mostly associated with the royal family, I think if that mark is real, that you may be a princess,” he said, looking surprised at his own words.

Jasper blurted, confusion growing. Darius pointed to the photo of Estelle and Sylvie. "One of them is an heiress from the Imperia elite circle. The other is the mayor's daughter. None of you can afford to anger any of them." Sharp inhales filled the room. The laughter died instantly. A chill ran through the group. No one had imagined two beautiful women could carry that kind of weight. There was certainly an air of refinement about them. They were not women, mere heirs like these men could lust over.

The luxurious penthouse overlooking the glittering Eiffel Tower was bathed in soft golden light from crystal chandeliers. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the iconic monument sparkling against the Paris night sky. The air carried the faint scent of expensive perfume, polished marble, and the distant aroma of rain on Parisian rooftops. Genevieve Laurent, a 24-year-old French heiress, stood trembling in the center of the living room wearing only a sheer black negligee, her heart hammering with dark, shameful anticipation.

At that moment, she felt the ground should open and swallow her. She had never been embarrassed all her whole life. She lifted her head up and when her eyes came in contact with his, her fists clenched. His gaze was mocking and intimidating and if she didn’t need his help, she would have mocked him with words. “What’s all this fuss for by the way?” She asked, pointing at the helicopters. “Don’t want to be caught in traffic.” As Harry replied, his gaze was fixed on his Patek Philippe grandmaster chime wrist. “How can I help you, Mrs Zara? I can’t waste another minute standing here with you.”

To be honest, I don't even know why I'm this drawn to her, I just have this gut that she's a nice person and somehow, it felt like I knew her from somewhere. With Bernard and Asher taking the front seat, and Charlotte and I taking the back seat, we all got busy with talks. Ben and Asher won't stop talking about work while Charlotte and I talked about our personal life. Our childhood experience— just the happy memories though. I couldn't talk about my bad experience. It was just like opening a closed wound. I got to know that she's the heiress of the Flair's family. They're also one of the powerful and prominent billionaires here in America. She's her parent's only daughter and also a doctor

Dad wants me to familiarize everything. I drove my corvette on my way to the office. Everyone in the office is looking at me. I am wearing an emerald green backless dress with pumps. The employee's eyes seem confused about why I'm here. Don't worry guys, I'm confused too - I fixed my office and called an interior designer to design it to my taste. I ordered some furniture to make it classy. While fixing everything, Sheena, my dad's secretary came in. "Ma'am, you'll be attending a meeting with Mr. Laurier," Sheena said