Female Heiress Novels & Stories

Though quiet, the words reached my ears loud and clear. Sally's lips curled into a faint, mocking smile when she saw me. With a delicate hand, she smoothed her dress and said, "Well, if it isn't Rachel, who claims to be Sanfiric Inc.'s heiress. Showing up to a graduation ceremony dressed like that?" Her remark triggered a burst of laughter from the surrounding students. "Ha! Just look at her, she's dressed worse than me and still dares to compete with Sally." "Right? She's so deep in her delusion she actually believes she's some kind of heiress."

"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.

For her eighteenth birthday, Alicia received a private estate. At eighteen, I was washing dishes in a greasy kitchen sink, my hands raw from labor, scrubbing my way to fund Dominic's critical final year of high school. "She used to call herself a little princess," he said, momentarily lost in the memory. "So the house was designed to resemble a castle." He smiled faintly, but the second his eyes landed on me, the coldness returned. "Since you've chosen to come back," he said coolly, "as the future heiress of the Rodney family, I have a few things to make clear."

With a radiant smile gracing her lips, she exuded an aura of enchantment that captivated all who beheld her. Like a wild rose swaying in the gentle mountain breeze, she emanated an effortless allure, drawing the gaze of every guest in attendance. The men gazed at her with wide-eyed wonder, captivated by the goddess-like presence before them. "Isn't she stunningly beautiful?" "Who is she? What lineage does she hail from? And how is it that she's eluded our notice at all the elite gatherings?" "Hold on! Her visage strikes a chord. She's none other than Blake's former spouse, Eva Lowes!"

Confusion swarmed in Greg's eyes as he held on to her fragile body. “I did some digging, Greg. About Megan. About who she really is.” Greg froze, his mind reeling with disbelief. “What do you mean?” he asked for the hundredth time. Elizabeth took a deep breath, her hands trembling as she reached for her phone. “I found something. Something that might explain everything.” With trembling hands, she handed Greg her phone, the screen displaying a headline that made his blood run cold: “New York's Youngest Heiress Revealed: Margaret Song.”

"I haven't, why not tell me about it…" Imelda hissed out so loud glaring at the woman she ever regrets having a a mother. "The Zoren's family are inviting everyone to the welcome back ceremony of their Heiress…" she announced. Candi got on her feet forcefully, her eyes widened in great shock. "That must not be true, it can't happen… who the heck is the fucking heiress?" She screamed. Imelda let out a mocking smile. "Screaming won't solve the matter. The worst part of it, is that the Heiress is my maid…"

Mira had given me something for the pain—some kind of herbal mixture that took the edge off without quite making me useless—but it wore off as the day went on. By late afternoon, when we finally stopped to make camp, I felt like I'd been beaten and left in the road. "You're doing well," a voice said beside me. I looked up to find a girl settling down next to me. She was taller than me, with dark hair pulled back in a practical braid and eyes that suggested she'd seen more of the world than her age would suggest. Her left leg was bandaged heavily from ankle to knee. "I haven't heard much complaining," she continued, offering me a bowl of stew. "My name's Dovette, by the way. I was training to

Her hair was crowned with small woven crystals and wildflowers, she looked like a love fairy, lips soft pink and her beautiful big eyes glowing. Every Alpha and Luna from the allied packs stood and turned in awe. And every one of them saw what Kayden already knew, she was power and grace and defiance wrapped in one body. But most of all …..she was his. He couldn’t take his eyes off her , he took her in whole. She was beautifully crafted and was most definitely a the king worlds 8th wonder. In the crowd Maria and her children were present to , she promised she’d be there and would never miss her daughters mating ceremony even if it meant her health was endangered.

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”

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.