Fake Heiress's A Pet-speaking Detective Romane & Geschichten

Kingsley’s hand settled at the small of my back the second we crossed the threshold. Not possessive enough to be vulgar nor casual enough to be accidental. It was proprietary. My spine stiffened instinctively, but I didn’t dare pull away, cameras were everywhere, hidden and obvious, lenses catching reflections in polished surfaces. This wasn’t just shopping. This was a theater. I leaned into him slightly, letting my shoulder brush his chest, my smile sharp and practiced. I could play this role in my sleep. The cold heiress, the untouchable fiancée. My blue eyes were bright with a joy that never quite reached them.

In the following days, unknown to Asher and Isabella, numerous private detectives were training their every move and reporting back to Lucas who couldn't help but feel something was off with Asher, though nothing incriminating had been found to prove his theory. The guy was clean. Too clean. And someone like that always has something to hide in his opinion. So, when he decided to call the bodyguard in his office one early morning to confront him, he was surprised at how well answered Asher's questions were. He was convinced the man had rehearsed them a couple of times, for he didn't slip nor contradict himself in any way.

Like she couldn’t breathe properly. “Elara?” That voice Her heart skipped. She turned quickly. “Ryan…” For a second, relief flashed across her face. Finally. Someone on her side. Ryan walked toward her, dressed in a neat black suit, his usual confident smile on his face. He looked her up and down, then smirked slightly. “Where’s my heiress?” he said playfully. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” The word hit differently now. Heiress. Elara forced a small smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Ryan, I”

She was the ultimate detective, the one sent to uncover the hidden world of vice, sent to restore true virtue. "Hi, I'm Gemma."

The detective tried to speak, but only the pain he felt and didn’t force it. The last time he remembered was getting struck by a pen in his throat from a psychopath... Is he still alive? ‘I thought they meant to kill me.’ Although his legs weren’t that broken, he still couldn’t move them properly and it was hard for him to stand up. He didn’t try to. He didn’t know why he was still alive---no... He didn’t know why that psychopathic assassin let him alive... But there are things he found out and confirmed. Miss Gizelle Heirbert, also known as Miss Zelle, wasn’t the last heir of that family. She was, in fact, the second daughter, and the eldest was still alive and well in the mansion.

I turned away from the TV to keep my foster family from noticing my interest in the news. I especially didn’t want Andrea to see me staring at the handsome Alpha male who was the missing girl’s fiancé. I could still hear the reporter's words as he delivered the story. His voice seemed to echo through my mind. “So, I have a message for all you girls who will soon be eighteen,” the reporter said. “If you have thick eyebrows and naturally curly hair, please call the number at the bottom of the screen. You could be Alberta Wilson, the heiress of dying billionaire Alex Wilson.”

How could there even be a question of love? “But Yvonne, she was willing to risk her life for me before she even knew who I was. How could I not be moved by such pure love?” For a moment, I almost believed him. As the heiress of a prominent family, I had always been calculating and pragmatic. I had to consider my parents, my family, and my responsibilities. I certainly wouldn’t risk my life for anyone on a whim. But we all overlooked another possibility. Even if Victor had been unconscious from the car accident, the custom-tailored suit and Patek Philippe watch he was wearing would have been more than enough to show his wealth and status.

"I doubt it. She didn't know I would show up today. And she's the heiress of one of Sazaar's most elite families. She has too much money to rely on some scheme to pad her wallet. We don't even know each other." "You're in Sazaar now?" Metis snapped, and her focus sharpened. "And you're treating some elite heiress?" "Yes, ma'am." "And then what? The two of you hold hands, do something inappropriate with each other, and she falls head over heels for you?" she demanded. "Is this another one of your harem expansion quests?" I froze. "Wait, no. Please, God, no. Not now. This is an emergency. Can you help me out? Like a remote consultation."

Keesha goes to the middle and she is nervous—her heart is pounding like crazy, every time someone is looking. She breath heavily, when someone shouted. “GUARDS!” All of the people inside are alerted! She speaks, “right in front of you, is the true Monteverde.” All of the people stopped and looked to her. She takes off her mask gradually and the eyes of everyone would like to pop out! They see the lost daughter of Mr. Alfredo Monteverde. Keesha smiled, “I am Keesha Monteverde and the true heiress of my father’s treasure.”

That person is not the mafia hacker beside her though. “ Nobody is here close by Cassie. I have checked.” He said looking at the surrounding and checking if someone came. “You are right, darling. No human is around.” She said and smiled at him softly. A soft smile that tells she knows more than him. He never once in his life saw her smile like this. Purely. And what she said? No humans? So the cat? “ you think the cat-” “The cat is a spy. Look here on the collar belt,