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"Family scandal, probably. Secret affairs, illegitimate children, cover-ups. Rich families are experts at hiding inconvenient truths." The twins had abandoned their ship-watching to listen to our conversation. "What's an heiress?" Ethan asked. "It's like a princess," Alexander said confidently. "Not exactly," I corrected gently. "An heiress is a woman who inherits a lot of money or property from her family." "Like if you died and left us all your money?" Alexander asked with typical four-year-old directness. "Hopefully that won't happen for a very long time," Thomas said quickly. "But yes, that's the general idea," I confirmed.

Kelvin replied as he felt that Dean, who was the caller he was talking to on the phone, was kind of tense. "Is there a way you can get her to at least speak?" Dean quickly asked Kelvin who shook his end at the other side negatively before answering "No. I can't. She's too far from her." "Damn it! Bianca! This is the wrong time." Dean said as Kelvin removed the phone from his ear a bit as he heard Dean cursed. What could have gone wrong? Could Bianca really be telling the truth when she said she was the heiress to her grandfather's company. So why will Carlisle reject such an offer? Kelvin asked himself as he carefully listened to the conversation which continued with Dean forgetting his phon

“Rachel, you are only a false daughter, so what gives you the right to act superior in front of me? “If it were not for getting closer to Peter, who would want to be your friend? I have had enough of following behind you all these years!” Lost in her own fantasies, Vicky smiled with unbearable pride as if she had already married into a wealthy family and become part of ours. She claimed Peter had asked her out for movies and afternoon tea for days, and that his confession was only a matter of time. She even said that once she married into the family, the first thing she would do was throw me, the false daughter, out of the house.

If only Elena knew what games she was playing with me, she wouldn't have agreed to participate at all… because she was only to end up with a broken heart once it was all over. Damien didn't want her or me for who we were because he didn't give a fuck about love or personality. All he wanted was the heiress of Hale Dynasty because it was the third biggest company in the country. Elena, as foolish as she was, hadn't realized that yet. That was why he still had her wrapped around his fingers. I, on the other hand, wasn't going to let him have a dime from the wealth my parents worked hard to grow. I was going to take him down right after making my sister see him for who he was; nothing but a sel

Luckily, she wasn’t there to be involved in any matter, thanks to Antony’s interruption, of course. Crystal could clearly recognize the maidens left in this round. Lylia Evergreen, heiress of a famous magazine printing company. Nothing too special but, at least her character seemed clean from what Crystal has observed. Denise Imperial, heiress of a vast chain of restaurants in the country. Same with Lylia, her character holds no mischief. Mylene Haravina, daughter of a famous fashion designer that is widely known across countries. This one was shy based from Crystal’s observation.

He married one of the richest heiresses in the country, and he had no fucking clue. Fuck! How could he be so blind? And stupid? The more he found out, the more he realized he had never known Elena at all. She had lied to him. She had kept this part of her life a secret from him. She had fooled him into thinking she was just another struggling actress trying to make it big in the industry. But no, she was an heiress. An heiress of one of the largest business empires in the country. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

“She is?” “Besides, she’s an heiress. She’s already rich.” I turn to her with arched eyebrows. “Really?” Farrah nods. I turn back to the TV. Come to think of it, she is wearing a lot of jewelry. I put my sandwich down and shrug. “Well, maybe she wants to try something different. Maybe she wants to make her own name.” “If that was true, she’d stop throwing her last name around,” Farrah says. I nod. “True.”

“Go to hell, Scarlett! It’s all your fault. You ruined everything I have. I’m the heroine of this world! How did things end up like this?! It can’t be real!” At that time, Francis’s voice came from outside the door. “Mel, are you in there? Dad’s guests came. They would like to see the real heiress of our family. You need to go downstairs.” “Okay, wait for me, Frank!” Melanie was relieved again when she heard that. Regardless, she was the daughter of the Smith family. She excitedly opened the door of her closet to start picking an outfit. In the end, she examined her reflection with satisfaction and went downstairs to meet the guests.

Those rumors were supposed to be squashed… how had Lucas found them? She suddenly stood to her feet, not wanting to be near him anymore. “Do you seriously think I need your money?” She asked, putting her hands on her hips as she glared down at him. “I am one of the richest heiresses in the country. I am a Vixen princess, and I’ve personally trained each of my warriors. I do not want anything, nor do I need anything from you. It’s an insult for you to think otherwise.” “If not for the money, then why agree to marry me?” He asked, surprising her even further.

"I'm saying this for your own good! Do you know what you've done by offending the Morrison family?!" "Stanley, Stanley," Alicia sneered, "you always act so smart. How come you're suddenly dumb now? "Can't you see? Khloe's just bluffing! Just because she says she's the Morrison heiress doesn't mean she is. Are there even any photos online of the Morrison heiress? No. She just claims it, and you're buying it? "If she really were the Morrison heiress, then I'd be the richest man in the world!" Alicia's words carried a stubborn defiance.