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I gripped the edge of the table. The screen cut to a split graphic. Left side: Giselle’s recent headshot, elegant, composed. Right side: a grainy still from security footage—Octavia standing over an open grave, face half-turned toward the camera, and unmistakable. The headline crawler at the bottom scrolled in bold red letters: BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS NEARLY BURIED ALIVE BY STEPSISTER. I grabbed my phone and dialed Giselle’s number, but it went straight to voicemail.

I couldn’t help but look around my surroundings: the marble floors and expensive paintings on every wall, the high ceiling, and a big chandelier at the center of the hall. It was like a house from a Hollywood movie,I had known she was well-to-do from the moment I pulled her out of a sleek Porsche but this mansion confirmed that “well-to-do” was an understatement. And now that she would be taking over White Nova Robotics as CEO soon, it felt so unreal I was speaking with such a powerful personality. White Nova had always been the company I wanted to work in before I built mine, this was all too much to take in. I was tempted to pinch myself to see if I wasn't dreaming but that would only make

Her lips curled into a smirk as she stopped just inches from me, her piercing gaze raking me up and down with disdain. “Who do you think you are?” Vivian sneered, tilting her head slightly. “Do you even know who *I* am? I am *Miss McDonald,* the richest, most powerful heiress in New York. And you? You’re just a nobody, a poor freak clinging to your husband’s arm like a lifeline. How pathetic.”

"Are you telling me that you married one of the richest guy in Italy?" I nodded. “Moira, I am Fabe Ava Everette-Hamilton,” I confessed. She knows me by Ava, not the whole me. "Oh, God," she gasps in shock, "You are the billionaire heiress. What's that on the internet? I followed that news, ah! Miss Nobody: The Worthless Projected Wife is Trillion-Dollar Queen by John Dawson." "That's me." "No fucking way! I think I'm going to freak out," Moira shakes her hands.

That's why Thomas Vic tried to find loans everywhere to save the company he now owned. "Why are you asking for loans from outside? Don't you marry Jasmine Masson, the richest woman in the UK? Even richer than Queen Elizabeth II herself?" asked Tera sarcastically. That was just Tera's unbearable sarcasm, she couldn't resist it when it came to mentioning Jasmine Masson, the woman who claimed to be super wealthy in front of Daisy Vivian, and in front of Tera. Moreover, who could be richer than the Queen, who had ruled for decades? Only delusional and crazy people would dare to compare themselves to the Queen of the England

The sound of the vase shattering and my furious roar echoed through the entire hall. Hearing what I said, the crowd burst into mocking laughter. "She must be really sick in the head. First she pretended to be the richest woman's granddaughter, and now she's claiming to be the heir of the company? That's beyond ridiculous." "Exactly. Even if she was the richest woman's biological granddaughter, it's not like a woman would ever inherit the company. After all, the richest woman has two grandsons."

"Yeah, I want to be that hammer in her hand. Miss, hammer me!" "She's so beautiful. Could all of this be just a publicity stunt?" "What nonsense! Who would risk their life for publicity?" "Do you even know who she is? That's the heiress of Four Seasons Incorporated, a company worth billions. She doesn't need publicity!" "But isn't the heiress of Four Seasons Incorporated named Kimberly? I've seen Kimberly. She's nowhere near as gorgeous as this woman." Someone then provided a detailed explanation in the comments about what had happened five years ago. This led to a flurry of differing opinions.

Many people who must have known Preston's true identity know that he never does love, he merely plays with whoever he finds interesting and when he gets tired of them, he discards them like trash. But ever since meeting Lenora, he knew she wasn't just interesting. She is different! By the time he walked out of the room, he found out that Lenora was done eating breakfast and was operating on a laptop. “What do you say your friend's name is, again?” Preston halted on his step at her question. “Rhian Hayes.” Her jaw dropped. “What?!!! Like, Rhian Hayes? The freakishly rich billionaire from the four most formidable families in Harithon? Holy shit,! Why the hell did you not tell me?!!”

She glanced at her mobile which had been blinking for sometime now. Zia immediately opened her social media account and couldn't help but get amazed. The title being that of the billionaire heiress who had taken back everything to her family empire, others talked about the actress turned billionaire. Several topics were already trending online, with several harsh comments about Asriel, the once powerful billionaire in the country. The only daughter to The Gedor family, had successfully ousted the long time billionaire, who turned out to be an adopted child. His image was trending, with his hands gripping hard on Elvira's neck.

“Is that person a rich guy? Did you become friends with him because of his wealth and then start dating him? Hailey smiled shyly. “You’re so smart, Michelle. But that’s not quite accurate. He’s not a rich guy, he’s a wealthy heir who likes to drive sports cars. He gave me a ride home that day, and we became friends. But we’re not dating. My dad made some money from a business a while back. After hearing that I could date a wealthy heir, he was thrilled that he gave me some money and a car, telling me to dress up nicely. He primarily desired for me to adopt the appearance of a wealthy and attractive woman, which is why I correspond with his energy.”