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The fake heiress, Vanessa York, sized me up. “You’re back?” she snapped. “Let me tell you something, Eva. Ethan and the others only agreed to bring you back because you’ve been submissive these past three years. If you ever bully me again as you did three years ago, I’ll have them gouge out your other eye!”

she was wearing a tight short black skirt with a white t'shirt tucked inside, a black leather jacket to finish off the look, Her uncovered hair bouncing as she walked, the beautiful golden waves reaching her tiny waist. I must admit she looked gorgeous. However, this wasn't her. This was a new Tania. The shy hijabist Tania was gone. Just from the evil smirk she was holding, you can tell she changed, my Tania would never look at me like that. She would never be disgusted by seeing me. Or hit me with a rock. " Oh, look who decided to show up." she said eyeing me up and down, a look of disgust on her face, same buddy same.

He didn't look homeless, and one can tell from one glance that he is well-read. The truth is I was not finding any of his questions funny as I felt miserable and pained from all the embarrassment I had earlier encountered. I pulled down my shirt for him to see out of annoyance. “Here it is sir, it is a fucking birthmark and I hate it, I will gladly give you if you want it," I said in frustration. “I'm so sorry to bother you my lady, but I happen to come from London, and this mark of yours is a mark that is mostly associated with the royal family, I think if that mark is real, that you may be a princess,” he said, looking surprised at his own words.

"Four hundred thousand! It takes guts to say no to that!" "Wait, that chick looks familiar. Where have I seen her before?" "She's been trending, I think… she's the Spencers' heiress." "You have my support, brave girl!" "Exactly. We're poor, but we have our pride too. We won't back down easily." Freya's back straightened upon hearing their support, and she became even more determined. Kayla couldn't help rolling her eyes just then. "Pride goes before the fall. Five hundred grand."

He didn't have to get me an ID, or offer me air-tight protection, nor did he even have to take me in as one of his own. Although I don't think I would ever get a better deal than what he was offering me right now. He knew that of course. He probably has done some research on me to even offer this and he just knew that I would realize that at some point and accept his offer, it's no wonder he doesn't seem irritated or frustrated with my lack of positive response. I hated to prove him right but I had no other choice so sucking up my pride, I spoke up. This was for my freedom, after all, a little sacrifice for new beginnings.

That is Antony always high on weed and looking for chocolates to fill up his sweet cravings. “Don’t be like that he is just very agitated. You would be too if you were held against your will in an asylum.” Cheyenne defends him and walks to Antony and takes a bite of his chocolate. “Where is he now?” Antony asks while walking out of the kitchen. “He is in the living room with Peter, who knows what Peter is doing with him.” They both head towards the living room where they see both of them sitting silently staring at the tv. “Daniel?” Cheyenne slowly places her hand on his shoulder and smiles at him. He flinches to her touch and slowly moves away from her and looks around awkwardly. Peter look

Their grumbling could be heard outside the building. “Some of you don't seem to be intrigued about me being here and about the position I'm filling, so I'm going to give some assurance today.” I took a deep breath and looked at Carina and then at Julian. Both of them gave me a nod to continue. I turned to the crowd, “I don't give a fuck,” I said and tye murmuring increased, with surprise and shock at my statement. “I am Aurora Clinton. The heir and CEO of Clinton's Empire and I don't need your approval to be here,”

--- She thought often about what it meant to be an heir. Not just of land—though the documents were finally settled, the valley legally hers, passed down from Tata Pedro to his grandchildren and their children after them. But of something deeper. A way of seeing the world. A stubborn, unshakeable belief that the land could heal if people gave it a chance. Tata Pedro had not left her money or property or stocks. He had left her a mission. And she had carried it forward, not because she was special, but because she had refused to let it go.

"Do it." At the Wei mansion, everything was falling apart and I knew because Nathan had hacked their security cameras and was sending me updates. Catherine Wei sat in her sitting room surrounded by letters from charity boards and social committees informing her that her membership was being terminated, effective immediately. Her carefully constructed social empire was crumbling and she was powerless to stop it. Vivian was having a meltdown in her bedroom, watching her sponsorship deals disappear one by one. Fashion brands, beauty companies, lifestyle products, all of them canceling their contracts because they didn't want to be associated with someone who'd bullied the Morrison heiress.

"My name is Diane Deveraux. And I know it's a first for everyone here tonight to meet me." She paused as her gaze moved slowly across the dimly lit room, before continuing. "The Deveraux group stands where it is today because of its core values; vision, resilience and excellence. And those are the same values I carry with me, not just as the Heiress, but as someone who is prepared to take the company to much greater heights than it is now. Proving to everyone that even though I wasn't raised in the spotlight, Legacy isn't always about being seen, " She exhaled before continuing, "But about what you build when no one is looking. Thank you." They were affirmative nods from various people acros