Female Heiress Novels & Stories

“Get out. Someone will fetch you.” And that is somewhat true, I need to remind myself not to drag her out of my office because I needed to be kind or else the I will not strike a deal with the old man. This girl is the heiress of the Pascual Company and even though I hate to admit it, she possesses something that I need. “Aren’t you too rude? I’m your fiancé plus we needed to talk.” By the way how she rolls her eyes and present herself, she is indeed not stupid. I crossed my legs and put my hand at the top of the table before looking at her.

Was Anthony letting these men do anything they wanted to, and she had to please them all? She was no hostess. She was his fiancée, the No.1 Wealthy Heiress of the D’Cruz family! Just as she fumed, a man’s hand slipped up her thigh, opening her dress. He was showing no hint of respect! “Argh!”

She didn't expect him to act in such a crazed manner when he was younger. "Three heirs pursuing one woman? That sounds unbelievable," Baffled, she exclaimed. Subsequently, she felt inclined to ask again. "What kind of woman was Hailey Reyes? How did she manage to charm all three of them at the same time?" Historically, the only woman who had that much charm was Aphrodite. Despite being a foreign woman, Hailey had enough appeal to make the elite and arrogant heirs fall for her. This wouldn't be possible if she was just exceptionally pretty.

The first step was to get on Theodore’s good side, and this pampered noblewoman who had never worked a day in her life was a well-known heiress in Charleston. She was not well-known for her beauty or talents but rather for the numerous feuds she had with other noble families and royals behind the scenes. Annabella’s glamorous appearance did not match her personality at all. She was not unattractive by any means as her features were well-defined, but her malice and tendency to one-up others had earned her widespread disdain.

She glanced at Mia, silently pleading with her to play along. Mia, ever the perceptive one, seemed to sense the unspoken tension between the two. Her smile faltered slightly, and she slowly lowered her hand, tucking it into the pocket of her designer jeans. "Actually, Mr. Maverick, I'm not just any friend." She tilted her chin up defiantly, her gaze unwavering. "I'm the heiress to Vitalis Pharmaceuticals. And I have to say, I'm quite interested in this...arrangement you have with my dear Evie."

Elsie expressed. “Not every ladies’ dream, only the unserious fellows like you,” he split out. “And I am saying it right to your face now. You can never be an option. Not even at the present of no option other than you.” She bent to the left side and crossed her hands across her chest, snickering, “those are just words of tongue. I mean, it’s a slip of tongues. I am beautiful and well endowed. I am from a conglomerate heiress from the biggest family in the city,”

She says with the quirk of her perfectly arched brow. She takes a step towards me. I take one back. “I-I’ll clean this up!” I stutter out just as my back collides with the wall and she steps towards me again with a grin that holds a promise of pain and suffering. “Meera Florence.” She chimes, “the heiress to the biggest mafia empire in the entirety of Europe. Now pushed down to rags.” She says looking me up and down and giving me a feigned look of pity. “Who would have thought?” She wonders out loud, looking up at the intricately carved ceiling for a moment.

Amidst the flurry of bodyguards, a young girl was rushed into the hospital on a stretcher. By her side, a tall, stunning woman with long flowing hair and legs clad in black stockings clutched the girl's hand desperately. Her voice trembled with emotion as she spoke, "Cece, please be okay. I'm right here, and I promise I'll save you, no matter what." Despite the urgency of the situation, many onlookers immediately recognized the woman. She was Lauren Rhodes, the heiress of the prestigious Rhodes family and widely regarded as the most beautiful woman in Jayrodale.

Her eyes were like that of a predator, her gentle strides held confidence and grace. "I. Don't. need. to be a princess to be a queen, I don't follow customs, and I never will, Just so you know, am wealthier than the duke himself, so don't categorize me as your equal, am an heiress, so I qualify to sit beside him, you can't do anything about it Mrs. Estelle Lockwood." After finishing her long speech she smirked. Sometimes you need to scratch with your claws to pass your point. "Such disrespect!, this can't be condoned in here!!" Estelle was gritting her teeth, her face turned green.

Last I heard, she was working at a diner in upstate New York, her dreams of a billionaire lifestyle buried under the weight of Julian’s debt. "They thought they could take a crown they didn't earn," Xavier said, his grip tightening protectively. "They forgot that a Queen knows her kingdom better than any thief ever could." The doors to the terrace swung open, and my assistant stepped out, looking frantic but professional. "Mrs. Sterling-Thorne? The guests have all arrived in the ballroom. The Minister is ready, and the press is held back behind the gold cord. It’s time." I looked at my reflection in the glass. I was no longer the girl who did homework for a boy who hated her. I was the archi