Female Heiress Novels & Stories

One slip could ruin everything he had planned. Lucas’s mind raced as he scrutinized the woman more closely. She wasn’t ordinary; her jewelry gleamed with undeniable expense, her pale hands spoke of privilege. This wasn’t some desperate girl...it was a wealthy, entitled heiress, accustomed to bending the rules and bending herself to get what she wanted. The realization made him wary. She wasn’t naive; she was calculating, bold, and probably skilled at using her allure to get exactly what she wanted.

She hurried over, trembling, and tugged at my sleeve. "Miss, please just back down…" Kylie Mack's voice shook like a leaf. "She really is the Stone heiress, the richest man's only daughter. He spoils her rotten. The last time someone talked back to her, they got fired the next day and blacklisted from the entire industry…" I raised an eyebrow and looked at the arrogant woman in front of me. The Stone heiress? The richest man's only daughter? I immediately pulled up her livestream on my phone and saw her name.

he cut in rashly and she kept silent. “Daren stole you away from me when he knew you were my only daughter. You are my heiress. The heiress of all her mother’s possessions. Your mother and I worked hard to keep a lot in store for you. A lot which would see you become one of the wealthiest women in the whole of the country. The estates she left behind in SA are there waiting for you. The hotels and so many more to mention are all there waiting for you. But you left everything and ran after a man who threw you in the mud at last.

The elf could sense the violence that lurked beneath Xander's winsome smile. Fortunately the pirate was far from her and flirting openly with a wealthy heiress, so his glances were infrequent. The heiress, for her part, did not seem to know or care who he was. She was enjoying the attention. 'Foolish woman,' Brinn thought. She turned her attention from the flirty pair to see if there were other information she could glean. Just then, Ravenna graced the room with her captivating presence. Her pink hair was blinding and her smile was too wide. She carried herself with the poise of the highest nobility and although her title was gone, people knew better than to snuff her.

She then looked at her Father and asked, "Why are you looking at me like this? I didn't say anything wrong." Hunter said, "You are right. The girl you are calling a bitch who is running around for money is actually Anastasia William, the famous model and the sole heir to a vast fortune. No one knows how much money she actually owns, but she owns so much money that even if she spends her entire life with both hands, her money won't decrease by a single cent.

“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.

I told her. "Girlfriend?" She asked. "I think so. There's this girl who always comes into his office, unannounced. She's really beautiful, sophisticated, and looks like she was raised in a well-off family. It would be like holding a candle against a sun." I said to her. "Uhm. I think you might be forgetting that you are one of the heiresses of the biggest finance and accounting empire in the country. So, I think you can go up against her." She replied to me, but I just shrugged at her and pretend that I fell asleep.

Especially not to that haughty thing! I don't know who she is but she is obviously someone if Kingston Reina of all people defended her. She looks like George's ex, but there is no way some orphan trash like her would ever be able to afford to step into that store let alone look at it! That woman... no, she couldn't be Ella, I refuse to believe it! It was just a look-alike, an irritating, smug bitch of a look-alike sharing her name, but just a look-alike. Nothing–nothing more than that.

I felt like a new being, the usual cold breeze now turned hot on my skin. “Silver!” a familiar voice called. This could only be one person. I darted my eyes to confirm my doubts. It was Amelia. Of course, she was. Wrapped in a golden-colored gown that fitted her curvy frame, her golden hair pinned like a crown around her cruel, perfect face. She was her mother’s favorite. The pack’s pride. The heir to everything I had never been allowed to dream of. “I am sorry for keeping you waiting.” “Still alive?” she said, sipping from the silver tea cup she was holding, as if it offended her that I still drew breathe.

Kingsley interrupted him by kicking him with his leg. Tyler fell to the ground groaning in pain. “How dare you call the heiress of Norway group a slut? And who do you think you are to open your mouth and insult my fiancée, the fiancé of I, Kingsley Geralt, have I really been too nice to people these days?” Kingsley said. “What do you mean? Heiress… Norway… Fiancée…” Tyler stuttered in shock, his eyes threatening to fall from their eyeballs.