Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet Novels & Stories

she said and paused "The winner of this task is already known to us since I called everyone's income out and so, Mitchell Campbell is the new heiress to the Campbell's properties" she announced "What?!! That's not possible grandma! How can you allow her to rule over us? You know how grumpy she is already. If you make her the heiress, she will be so full of herself and won't have regard for anyone" John said "I never mentioned attitude when I gave you the tasks. Mitchell won this so you have to accept her as the heiress and put in your best next time" Grandma said

“Find a way to access the fifth floor of their vault and retrieve the item I need.” James nodded seriously. “Rest assured, Your Highness. I will not fail,” he said seriously. Right then, a servant entered and bowed deeply. “Your Highness, His Highness has returned,” the servant announced. Dustin’s brow furrowed. His Highness? Lord Barbenheim had two sons, a firstborn heir and a second son. Dustin had killed both of them. Could they have been stand-ins too? If that was the case, Dustin would need to reassess the Barbenheim Institution. Such caution was... extraordinary.

Bern, Tudor's assistant told him. Tudor, who was walking out of his room to the banquet hall, stopped after hearing Bern's report. "Again?" Tudor's baritone voice echoed in the corridor. Bern nodded. "What did Riel do? How could he let Sera take home another man? Doesn't he know that she's getting married soon?" he snapped. Bern looked down, used to Tudor's arrogant attitude. "Ms. Dumitrese is very difficult to handle, Sir. You remember the last time you restrained her will?" Bern replied, reminding Tudor that even he had difficulty disciplining his daughters.

No doubt, I'm surely the most pathetic mother on the planet earth. "No, no way. None of you is stepping foot out of this mansion and that's it. Melanie must have been this betrothed but I can't be more than glad that you stopped the wedding at the last second before it could happen. You gave me happiness out of the blue by giving me five grandsons. You can't suddenly rip them out of my reach after you've made me have a taste of them." She sprang up to her feet, dumping the magazine down one the floor.

Brian called it. “Pop-up my ass!”, Jake thought. The place reeked of moldering concrete and spilled cognac, the air sticky with sweat and the kind of desperation that clung to rich kids slumming it for the night. His brother Brian was in his element, pressed against a redhead in a sequined tube top near the makeshift bar. Her laugh pierced the noise, sharp and performative, as Brian’s hand slid down her waist. Jake knew the drill: Brian would charm her, fuck her in some VIP bathroom, then ghost her by sunrise. The Reagan playbook.

She was trapped in this nightmare, and she didn't know how to escape. Embarrassment washed all over her as she stood there alone her hands at her sides as she looked around. The crowd giving her a knowing look and turning back to mind their business. What was this feeling? The look in their eyes was as though she was the villain and not the victim. Later that day, at the apartment. Becky sat in front of the TV, watching the news as the headlines flashed across the screen. "The CEO William Edward presents the international supermodel Ellen Quincy with a luxurious jewelry set. Are they close to tying the knot?"

She shook her head, looking like she was holding back laughter. "Okay," she said, "I am Isabella Domitia, heiress to the Domitia fortune, and I have an offer for you." Isabella Domitia. I know that name. The Domitia family is one of the wealthiest families in Goldcrest City. "Let me guess," I said, "in return, you want me to keep your elopement a secret." "Exactly," she replied. "If you do that, I'll let you go to my home and be Isabella Domitia instead."

Trying her best to mask the fact that Darla hadn't crashed our big night. I turn to her sharply, grabbing her wrist before I even realize what I’m doing. There was no way she was getting out of this. She flinches. “What the hell did she mean?” My voice is rough, demanding answers I don’t even know if I want. But I need them. The words Darla whispered into Esther’s ear, those goddamn words won’t leave my head. I can’t stop hearing them. “You haven’t told him the truth yet.” For four years, Esther and I have tried. Tried and failed. Every doctor, every treatment, every hopeful moment crushed under the poundage of disappointment. And now, with my parents breathing down my neck, asking why there

I let him see it. Not anger. Not triumph. I let him see the truth — the woman who woke up in a childhood bedroom with five years of his making and got up and built this. The version he tried to drown. I watched it land. I watched him understand that he had never known me at all. The vote. Vivienne said: "All in favor of the acquisition motion." I counted in my head. Damon's three allies. Three hands. I needed eight against. I had nine confirmed.

“That’s not what happened. If what you say is true, if the will was falsified, then why all the conditions? Why come and live with us, why not take it all in a heartbeat?” Maria narrows her eyes at me, looking victorious, like she knows all the secrets of the world. “Why not? They needed time to pin it all on you, didn’t they? To make you look like the villain right when you let your guard down the second you invited her in your bed. And with you gone, she becomes the only heir to the riches.” “And give them all to someone else?” “Just think about it. Who in their right mind travel half the world on a promise of an inheritance that might not even exist?”