Fake Heiress Real Obsession Novels & Stories

He must be a big shot to afford that kind of watch. But that’s not the issue right now. My heart pounded so fast I thought it might burst. What if he told them what happened last night at the bar? What if that’s the reason he’s here? Mom and dad don’t even have ny idea that I was at the bar last night. If anyone will find out about it, the most respected heiress title will be a hot topic in social media. Reina Eliara Sollivierre, the hot model and heiress of Sollivierre corporation just fuck with a random guy at he bar for fun.

“BREAKING: Miller Global CEO Sierra Miller Spotted with Mystery ‘Shadow’ Partner at Private Estate.” “The Rogue Queen’s New King? Inside the Secret Life of the Supernatural World’s Most Powerful Woman.” Kaelen’s hand froze. He swiped the screen open, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. The lead image on The Supernatural Insider wasn't a grainy paparazzi shot. It was high-definition, taken from a long-range lens aimed at the glass balcony of Sierra’s mansion.

“You’ve had your mouth and cock all over me, but you always hide.” Kai’s body tensed. For a moment, something vulnerable flashed in his eyes. Then it was gone. “Because once you see everything, you’ll understand how fucked up my obsession with you really is.” He got up and walked to his closet. I followed, still naked. He opened a hidden panel at the back. Inside was a shrine. Dozens of photos of me — from college, from the club, even candid shots from before I ever met him. My stolen panties. A flash drive labeled with dates. And a small notebook filled with dark, explicit fantasies about me.

The billionaire heiress touches Celeste's arm like she belongs there. I notice her immediately — because I notice everything, because noticing things is how I've stayed alive in rooms full of people who would happily watch me drown. She's young, maybe twenty-five, with dark hair and a smile that's been polished by the best surgeons money can buy. Her hand rests on Celeste's forearm like a claim. Her body angles toward Celeste like gravity. And I hate her instantly. Which would be easier to explain if I weren't supposedly running a con.

“I mean, didn’t some of the girls pre-pay already? They’ll be out a ton of cash.” “Karina seriously,” harrumphed Vera. “You can be such a stick in the mud sometimes. The whole Celine Dion thing was a cover-up. No one wanted to see her, she’s for, like, couples on their silver anniversaries. We,” she added with a lascivious smile, “are headed to Lucky Paradise Two.”

“Tell me that this is exactly real.” “Of course not. This is real,” said Chin Hwa. “You have to give your best if you want your designs to be considered by Oh Chun Hei.” Chin Hwa went back to his own desk, leaving Qeiza who was still stunned, staring at the documents on her palms. Qeiza’s motivation automatically increased in folds. The dream that she could work together with a very famous designer who ruled the world of fashion in the land of Ginseng became a powerful mood booster for her. All of sudden, Qeiza hoped the spring would come at no time.

"This isn't normal. The hospital has high confidentiality, which was one of the reasons Grandpa chose it in the first place." Battling my inner unease, I opened X, and the related terms had already started trending. [Can anyone tell me what's going on? #Heir to the Aesthete family appears.] [So Hailey is the heir to the Aesthete family, but who is Hailey? Has anyone heard of her? #Aesthete's secrets.] [The hospital photos are too thrilling. Did they really escape by speeding. #Reality more exciting than movies.]

He rubbed his temples, trying to clear the fog in his mind. He knew that everything that happened last night was plotted by his grandfather and Scarlett, whom his grandfather had arranged to be his fiance. If he hadn't evaded her last night, their plans would have worked out. Tristan sensed that something was not right when his grandfather called for Brian, while Scarlett was with him. He had just arrived in New York yesterday when Scarlett called to see him. Since he was spending the night at the hotel, he asked her to meet him at the club. As soon as he sensed that his drink was spiked, he gave her the key to Brian's room and told her it was his room and that he would meet her soon.

Kaylee said under her breath. “I’d be disappointed if he weren’t,” Amara replied, scanning the glittering room. “Let him wonder.” She accepted another handshake, another too-eager compliment. Cameras kept flashing. Headlines were already writing themselves: Mystery Heiress Outbids Cade Dynasty. Exactly the kind of noise Damien Rhys wanted for her. A sudden jolt against her shoulder interrupted the stream of congratulations. A man in a midnight suit stumbled into her path—too precise to be an accident.

Before I could answer, my CFO, Darren, burst into the conference hall holding his phone like it was a bomb. “Noah you need to see this.” He handed it to me. And my stomach dropped. There we were. Me and Amelia on the beach house balcony. Her in my shirt, barefoot, laughing. Me standing behind her with my hands around her waist. Caught in perfect lighting. Trending on one of the biggest gossip blogs in the country: “MYSTERY WOMAN SPOTTED WITH BILLIONAIRE HEIR NOAH FROST — BEACH GETAWAY OR SECRET ROMANCE?”