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"I thought I made that clear. Companionship. Someone who sees past the surface." "Mmm." I tap my pen against my notepad, a habit that tends to make people nervous. Sure enough, her eyes track the movement. "And what makes you think you won't find that through conventional means? Dating apps, social circles, that sort of thing?" "Have you ever tried being a tech heiress on a dating app?" she asks, and there's genuine amusement in her voice now. "Half the men who swipe right are looking for a sugar mama, and the other half are intimidated by my bank account before they even meet me."

I asked Sebastian, not looking up. “The heiress,” he said. “Officially.” “Officially,” I repeated. “No interviews about her.” That bothered me more than resistance ever could. I searched for her name yet again. Vanderbilt heiress. Alessandra Vanderbilt. The results were thin. A Wikipedia page. A family tree. Her name is listed without a hyperlink. I clicked it, and nothing happened, even though I had done this several times. I leaned back, lips pressing into a thin smile that didn’t reach anywhere else.

He said that there is more toil. "What do you need from me?" Saint promised weakly. "We want your power! Your position! And your wealth. And Deus wants to know where the hell is the mafia heiress." Mafia Heiress? Savienna is the real mafia heiress. But I am still claiming it as me because that's what they thought too. "Okay, I got what I wanted. Now I need to erase you to keep your mouth shut." Because of what Saint said, I saw a strange fear that enveloped Gayle's entire being.

I pointed at Sasha's handbag and continued, "That's a high-quality counterfeit. It only costs 300 dollars. The rhinestones on her necklace are from a warehouse. They only cost 15 dollars a pound. As for her father, who's supposedly a coal mine owner…" I pulled out my phone and read aloud the information that my butler had just sent to me. "Dominic Fitch is currently two million dollars in debt. In fact, his name is on the list of untrustworthy people. Sasha—or rather, Sarah Fitch, as per her full name. She's currently unemployed and specifically targets rich men in many dating circles. Is she the so-called heiress of a rich family that you speak of?" Charlie felt as if he had been struck by

Eynas assisted his queen in her seat. Astra put her face to his face. She looked at him and smiled. "I'm fine" she mumbled and turned her redhead in front of her broods. "Let's welcome, the first heiress of the Erasmus Kingdom!" She growls. "And I declare war among dragons and humans! We will restore our dragon power, the Heart of Magic from them! Scream for me! Scream!" Astra made an extreme growl and all of them made a rumbling sound.

And now… The richest and most powerful heiress in the world… Had become the most hunted woman alive.

“Exactly. The real heiress kept a low profile for years. Of course she wouldn’t come in shouting about who she was. Freya’s act was way too obvious.” Freya and Chuck froze completely. “No. That’s impossible.” Chuck muttered under his breath. “She worked at my company for years. How could she be the group’s heiress?” Then he seemed to remember something and suddenly turned to Freya. “Wait. Didn’t you have the family pendant? The one you showed us before? “Were you lying to me this whole time? Was that pendant fake?” Freya desperately shot him a look, telling him to shut up. But it was too late. The words had already left his mouth.

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”

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.

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.