Fake Heiress's A Pet-speaking Detective Novels & Stories

“Affirmative sir.” He sighed, no, he could not let this happen. Chester was free to go out with any girl he liked or fancied, any one at all, any normal girl that loves to party, a normal girl that loves to be showered with money, a normal girl that wore dresses and high heels and make ups and had mood swings and threw tantrums like a child, any normal girl that liked to be pampered, just any girl even though she might or would greatly irritate him, but right now, any one of such girls would be welcomed by him as the girl for his heir than the detective.

But the burn didn’t ease the knot in his chest. The news flashed on TV. “In breaking news, the missing Hartman heiress has been found alive after twenty-three years…” Adrian froze. The screen showed Evelyn stepping from a black car, surrounded by cameras. “She’s the missing Hartman heiress,” he whispered. Charlotte paled. “That’s impossible.” Adrian barely heard her. Every cruel word he’d thrown at Evelyn echoed in his head. He’d called her a gold digger, said she didn’t belong. Now she was the richest woman in New York.

Instead, she looked like a cat who had spotted something intriguing through a window—alert, focused, and vaguely predatory in the best possible way. "And you must be the infamous Scarlett," Sophie said, rising gracefully from her seat. "Mia has mentioned you." "Has she now?" Scarlett stepped fully into the room, her attention shifting between Sophie and me with the precision of a jeweler examining precious stones. "And you are?" "Sophie Field. The real one, not the imposter who caused so much trouble." "Ah," Scarlett said, and something in her tone suggested pieces of a puzzle falling into place. "The Swiss heiress with the stolen billions and the taste for revenge. I like you already."

The news anchor’s voice rang out: "Suzanne Smith, a renowned actress and heiress to the Smith Empire in Canada, has resurfaced after years of seclusion from the business world. She has announced the launch of the groundbreaking self-driving car project, Medal Cars, which has already gained approval from the most powerful businessmen worldwide. This marks a new era in AI-driven transportation." Their hands dropped from each other’s hair as they stared in stunned silence. Beatrice’s mouth fell open. "Suzanne… was an heiress to a powerful family?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

She didn't expect Jade's ambitions to be so great, actually aiming to compete with her uncle's company. "Where did you hear this from?" Giselle asked, puzzled. Neve smiled, her gaze cunning. "I've been secretly monitoring her. I hired a private detective." Neve had not been idle these days. How could she let Jade control the Severins? To ensure she was aware of Jade's every move, she invested a significant sum in hiring a detective to monitor her continuously. Giselle was somewhat astonished by the seemingly meek Neve. There wasn't a single dim bulb in the Severins.

She couldn't believe she had stupidly believed him then. Allison had her bath and wore a simple short gown. She needed to act fast, she remembered the name of the hotel and drove down there. It was a private hotel. She walked to the front desk and greeted the receptionist. “How may I help you ma'am?” The receptionist at the front desk asked her. “I'm here to see Mr. Reynolds.” She answered. “Mr. Reynolds? Please call him ma'am.” The receptionist said politely. Allison knew she couldn't call him, she just wanted to catch him red-handed. She knew he wasn't having any meetings with some investors. The fact that the receptionist asked her to call him just cleared her doubts that Charles was trul

one bold mouthed reporter asked, stepping in front of the crowd. I stopped, met her gaze, and answered coolly. “I am Kimberly. Kimberly Gioselle.” A stunned silence followed before another voice broke through. “That’s impossible! The Gioselle Company never revealed they had an heiress.” Ignoring the murmurs and protests, I turned and strode toward the entrance, my white heels clicking against the polished floor. The announcer’s voice echoed through the hall as I entered. “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the heiress of the Gioselle Company, Kimberly Gioselle!”

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

I wanted to call out for help, but a part of me suspected I might be kidnapped, and alerting whoever was holding me might not be the best idea. I slipped on my slippers and stood up, feeling a bit dizzy. My head throbbed, but I managed to move forward. I gripped my hairpin tightly, using it as a makeshift defense. As I stepped out of the room, I took in the grandeur of the mansion. It was huge, even bigger than mine, and beautifully decorated. The walls were painted white, and the hallway was adorned with various art pieces. The opulence suggested that my kidnapper was wealthy, which made me wonder what their motives were because it was clear that they don't need money from me.

she replied with a warm smile before continuing again, " Do you know Jace Gilbert is the mysterious unknown heir of Herasoft and group of companies?" She screamed happily "Huh!"Gabriella and her other friend were dumbstruck. "Are you on drug Lorita , why are you making up stupid stories" the girl with purple braided hair and brown skin, who had been busy filing her nails and not saying a word, yelled in anger. "Girls calm down, I know this is crazy and unbelievable right now but it's the fucking truth" she tried to calm down and handed over her iPhone