Novel & Cerita Don't Mess With The Blind Heiress

Wren said, the same lie she'd used on Sebastian the night of the gala, and watched something flicker behind Margaret's eyes that told her the older woman had clocked the repetition even if she had no way yet of knowing why it mattered. "How fortunate." Margaret stepped back to let her in, the gesture courteous and entirely without warmth. "I run the legal side of this family's affairs, which means I also run, in practice, a great many things that have nothing to do with the law. You'll find me considerably harder to charm than my nephew, if charm is the strategy you're working from. I'd recommend a different one." It wasn't a threat, not exactly. It was something colder and more efficient th

Emanuela died on the coldest day of that winter. The poison took three full days to run its course. They said her final state was horrifying. Her skin was ulcerated, and her eyes were bloodshot. She was like a rotting corpse. No one claimed the body. Her ashes were scattered into the Blackthorn River. It was where my grave should have been. Alessandro inherited the title of Don. But he abandoned the main estate and moved into the side wing that had once been mine. My room remained untouched. The Colt pistol lay on the nightstand. He polished it daily.

"I'll get your usual caramel latte with extra whip, right?" I smiled, she remembered. "Yeah." Natalie hurried off, returning minutes later with my drink and a giant blueberry muffin. "On the house," she said, plopping into the chair across from me. "Now SPILL. How does a billionaire heiress end up working a normal job and hiding her identity?" I took a sip of the latte perfect, as always before sighing. "Long story." "We've got time," Natalie said, propping her chin on her hands.

July seemed enthusiastic about the idea. "Huh?" Really, Argus looks stupid with his current expression. "What do you mean by blind marriage? Will the guests wear blindfolds like a masquerade party or something similar? Or will the entire wedding hall be pitch black?" Whether the thought of a new idea for a marriage concept is too good or her mental health was depressed due to the pressure of the situation, Argus was dubious for a moment.

“Hardly. I came to remind you that you don’t own this space; you don’t own this city. Tonight, the spotlight isn’t just yours.” With that, I turned my gaze to Gabriella, who took a small step back, observing me with equal parts disdain and intrigue. “Congratulations on your new partnership,” I said, my openness a strategic mask for the confidence bubbling beneath. “Though we all know you’re merely a pawn in Andre’s elaborate chess game.” Gasps spread through the attendees at my audacity, their eyes darting between the three of us, hungry for the unfolding drama. Gabriella lifted her chin, an unmistakable defiance glimmering in her icy gaze. “And you must be the runaway heiress who’s chosen t

*************** I was woken up by the chirping of birds and the relentless buzzing of my phone. The sun, which had set from the east, almost blinded my face, causing my vision to become blurred. Upon picking up my phone, I almost lost my balance when I saw the news headline. THE HEIRESS OF THE LANCASTER GROUP, NOW MRS. REID HAS BEEN CAUGHT IN BED WITH ANOTHER MAN JUST AFTER THE DEATH OF HER HUSBAND’S GRANDMOTHER. WHAT COULD BE HAPPENING? I quickly got out of bed and made my way towards the bathroom. Searching for Alex, but to no avail.

Antonio chuckled wrapping an arm around her, but his eyes were still set on me, causing the young girl to frown up at him, making her shiny waves of blonde hair to drape over her shoulders. “No,” I told him sternly, “Just trying to help daddy’s girl here from making the worst mistake of her life!” “Excuse me?!” She snapped, gritting her teeth at me, “You won’t be only one to run a multi-million company. Williams’ cooperation will be mine; I’m the company’s heiress!” She flared as she looked into my eyes. I crossed my arms looking directly at her, “Really?” I asked casually as Antonio watched us with interest.

Tabitha replied as she styled her hair. Sylvia came and hugged her from behind and looked at her through the mirror. “It’s only money, a number, don’t overthink it. You’re an heiress now, sister to the wealthiest man on the planet, and future lover.” Tabitha blushed when Sylvia said about her being his lover but felt at ease feeling loved by her and Blake. They left the room, finding Blake sitting on the couch, waiting passionately. Getting up from the couch, he faced the two women with a loving expression, and then his nonexpression replaced it, but the two women saw it, and both blushed.

"Even if Stephen's blind, you have no right to complain. With your dismal background, you should be grateful for this golden opportunity to be part of my family!" "Mrs. Anderson Senior, let’s be frank now that things have come to this point of no return," Monica sneered sarcastically. "A blind man like Stephen is finally married, and to the only heiress of the Miller family too. They suit each other perfectly. Do you think you're in any position to complain?"

I called out "Stephen wake up Marco. We are going to Florence. We are not going there to fight a deed; we are going there to declare a sanctuary." The battle for the Underlying Title was about to move from a property dispute to a crusade. Elias wanted a quarry; I was going to give him a cathedral. As we piled into the car at dawn I looked back at the hunting lodge. The smoke was still coming from the chimney, a line of defiance. Elias was still sharpening his knife. He did not know that I had found the stone that could not be cut. The Rossi Heritage was no longer a vintage; it was a fortress. The Hidden Heiress was finally ready to stop being the victim of her blood and start being the prote