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He declared in a deep voice and Cara lowered her head, wiping a lone tear that trickled down her cheek. “You’ve only one choice. Submit to me!” As he spoke, she felt a shiver run down her spine at the deep resonance of his voice. Cara lifted her gaze to him, and her gloomy hazel eyes met with intriguing grey eyes. *** Where would this forbidden relationship take them? What led the heiress of the most powerful business empire to live under the identity of a deceased girl? Will the hidden heiress ever regain her rightful identity? Who will be Cara’s savior?

“Helen—“ “You survived life shit that a lot of people would have caved under. You stood with your head high and never allowed your circumstances to get the best of you. Those are the qualities of a queen.” “I’m not a queen though,” I sigh. Not a fan of being put on the spot. Helen notices and she smiles. “You may not be a queen but you’re the next best thing. An heiress. A rich and highly influential one.” “I haven’t the slightest clue what an heiress is supposed to be. And that’s the problem Helen. People who know of the ties between me and Cary Thompson see it as a good opportunity to try to attack me.” “No one is going to attack you.” She tries to placate me but I’m not buying it.

For two long years, Vivienne believed she was the legally wedded Mrs. Montemayor. To be the perfect, submissive wife Ethan needed, she endured the cold stares of high society and swallowed the endless humiliations from his elitist family. She loved him with everything she had, believing his promise that they would eventually accept her. ​Until she accidentally tore their marriage certificate. ​When Vivienne went to the city hall for a certified replacement, her entire world collapsed. There was no record of their marriage. The document was a complete fake. The man she called her husband had trapped her in a beautifully constructed lie, using her to secure his grandfather’s massive inhe

He pulled her behind him and pointed an accusing finger at me. "What's with the sarcastic tone, Millie? If you didn't take Sienna's place and steal her identity, do you really think that you would be standing here in your tailored clothes right now? You stole everything that you have now from Sienna. How shameless do you have to be to keep antagonizing her?" The crowd began discussing among themselves again as they shot looks of disdain and contempt at me. "I really wonder where this fake heiress is getting the confidence to act so arrogantly. If I were in her shoes, I would have made myself scarce ages ago."

“I’m the real heiress of the Grant family.” “No way!” Yvette screamed, protesting, but then she realized we were not at the orphanage. She clamped her hands over her mouth and shook her head in panic. “You died so horribly in your last life. Ms. Hovard had to collect your body. I got there too late and only saw your ashes. And now, you’re saying you’re the real heiress? Who are you trying to fool? No parent could be that cruel to actually kill their own child.”

So even the brothers were noticing her and complimenting her that she has a special, irresistible quality that’s hard to explain. Even Gentle, who barely showed interest in anything, leaned forward. “Who is that?” he asked quietly. I swallowed the irritation building in me and forced a sweet smile. “She’s the new girl. Something... Duval or whatever,” I said, stretching the name mockingly as if it tasted bitter. “A French heiress they say.” “A Duval?” Bobby repeated sharply, like it clicked something in his head. He turned to me with widened eyes. “Tricia, that’s the richest family in France.”

“What- how did you see this, John?” Quickly, I abandoned his phone. Taking up mine, seeing that now I had a lot more notifications that before. “The hell?” The words left my lips, my mind blank, eyebrows furrowed as I tapped each and every notification. Seeing they all led to the same spot. The same type of news. “Billionaire Heiress is now in fashion!” “Beckett Heiress is into fashion.” “Eliot Beckett’s wife emerges top 10 in a community runway!”

She was practically jobless and how she survived in this city was amusing. Nobody could judge her social skills even if they tried. She was a bonafide social climber and she did it so well, rumors had it though that she had shackled herself to the wrong billionaire. Adrian Hales was a ‘soon to be’ bankrupt person and it was going to be a beautiful reality for Cassie. Good thing society will still be there and the rude world will still rotate, she frowned at the thought and it was about the same time that they stepped into Dan’s office.

The headlines were eye-catching. "Shocking! The Queen of Livestreaming, Giselle, Is Revealed to Be the Heiress of a Wealthy Family!"

" I yelled, trying to snatch my phone back. Someone suddenly grabbed my arm just then. It was Michelle. She had plastered an insincere smile on her face as she forcefully dragged me into a bedroom. "Come here. I have something to discuss with you!" As soon as the door was shut behind us, the fake smile immediately disappeared from her face. "How could you be so unreasonable, you brat? Isabella is the only heiress of the richest woman in Andaysia! She even has a son with Lucas! How could you ever possibly measure up to her?