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I thought that my family had tried to find me so fervently, using every method they had, because they wanted to make up for lost time. It was only later that I knew that because Anna's identity as a fake heiress was found out by their competitor, everyone in the business shunned the Swans for abandoning their biological daughter, causing their stocks to plummet. That was why they tried to look for me, as if they'd gone mad. If not, they would've forgotten about me ages ago. Meanwhile, the others had already started slaughtering the seabirds with almost manic enthusiasm, muttering their achievements under their breath as they killed.

‘’This is my sister, Elena, and her boyfriend, Owen. Christian’s gaze never left mine as he nodded at Ariana and stretched his hand forward for me to take. ‘’it is a pleasure to meet you, Elena.’’ Realization dawned on me as I shook his hand, remembering where I had heard his last name. He was Christian Royal, the heir to the wealthiest family in the country, and it was no wonder he seemed familiar when I had met him in the elevator. He gave me a handkerchief with his last name on it.

One slip could ruin everything he had planned. Lucas’s mind raced as he scrutinized the woman more closely. She wasn’t ordinary; her jewelry gleamed with undeniable expense, her pale hands spoke of privilege. This wasn’t some desperate girl...it was a wealthy, entitled heiress, accustomed to bending the rules and bending herself to get what she wanted. The realization made him wary. She wasn’t naive; she was calculating, bold, and probably skilled at using her allure to get exactly what she wanted.

"Mother wants me back in time for dinner." "Yes, Ma'am," Ryan replied before leaving the office. Diane stood up straightening her burgundy blazer and grabbing her bag. She still didn't believe this was her life now. She was a Deveraux, she owned stuff in her name, she was loved by people around her and most importantly, everyone in the country was about to know she was a hidden heiress. And as much as that meant her face was going to be frequently all over the media and her privacy was going to be compromised, this was what she wanted, this was the power she craved and this was the life that chose her.

“That’s not what happened. If what you say is true, if the will was falsified, then why all the conditions? Why come and live with us, why not take it all in a heartbeat?” Maria narrows her eyes at me, looking victorious, like she knows all the secrets of the world. “Why not? They needed time to pin it all on you, didn’t they? To make you look like the villain right when you let your guard down the second you invited her in your bed. And with you gone, she becomes the only heir to the riches.” “And give them all to someone else?” “Just think about it. Who in their right mind travel half the world on a promise of an inheritance that might not even exist?”

But it was from my father’s company—the quality was excellent. I let out a quiet sigh and tried to explain one last time. “First, the watch is mine. “Second, you’ve mistaken me for someone else. The real heiress is probably still out there somewhere, waiting for you.” Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a frail girl in a server’s uniform standing in the corner of the banquet hall, watching in fear. Her features bore a strong resemblance to the matriarch of the Lawson family, Jasmine Ross, at least seventy or eighty percent.

He said. "I've been working my butt off for everyone all my life" "And It's time for me to step down and enjoy the rest of my life" I was so shocked. Don't tell me. "It's time to introduce the new successor of Madden Group of Hospitals and Madden Realty Group" No way. Not yet. "Let me introduce to you, my one and only heiress, the reason for all of my hard work. Soline Madden" My mouth dropped. I want to throw tantrums at dad but everyone is looking at me including the men I slept with.

She then looked at her Father and asked, "Why are you looking at me like this? I didn't say anything wrong." Hunter said, "You are right. The girl you are calling a bitch who is running around for money is actually Anastasia William, the famous model and the sole heir to a vast fortune. No one knows how much money she actually owns, but she owns so much money that even if she spends her entire life with both hands, her money won't decrease by a single cent.

Heiress. The word slid into place like a key in a lock. Heiress. The media had called me an heiress. Not just Blake’s empire. Not just his name on buildings and glossy magazines. Cassie Huntington brought something to the table too. Old money. Dead parents. Trust funds. Investments maybe. My own war chest. Assets. Power. What was I worth? Was it enough to destroy Richard, and by extension, Gemma? I settled back against the pillows. I needed information, and Blake was standing right here.

“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.