Glamorous Heiress Novels & Stories

It gleamed like glass, brittle and cold. “Well, well…” she cooed, voice dripping with sugar and venom. “Look who finally remembered where she lives. The prodigal stripper has returned.” Lilith leaned forward beside her, eyes narrowed and lips curled in a smirk so wicked it could’ve been carved. “Should we start planning the baby shower?” she asked mockingly. “Or maybe just get her a subscription to ‘Who’s the Daddy?’ magazine.” Laughter followed, cruel and echoing. No one stopped them. No one even tried.

I nod and smiled. I looked at my own reflection in the mirror and smiled bitterly. The woman I see now in the mirror is very different from the woman destroyed seven years ago. "Ladies and gentlemen, the heiress of Soldevilla Shipping Lines, our birthday celebrant, Miss Francesca Soldevilla!" Wearing an elegant red long dress, I stepped down on the grand staircase with poise and elegance. Flashes of cameras can be seen anywhere. Sparing smiles and cold looks were all I gave to the people who looked up at me. Amazement and joy I saw in their eyes as they followed my every move.

"Did you just… hit me?" "Already lost a few brain cells from the impact?" I sneered and shook my hand to chase away the numbness. "Let this remind you who I am, dumbass. I'm the true heiress of the Blanc family. I wasn't adopted like Bella, so why the hell is she wearing my engagement dress?!" [4-Star Madness. Reward: 30,000,000 dollars.] Cha-ching. The rush was intoxicating, and so was the sudden jump in my bank balance.

She turned her head with a chin flick and flirtatious smirk. “That’s right. My family did arrange a fiance for me. But what about it? “I have money and power. Not only can I have a fiance, but I can also keep a few male escorts like an ancient empress, can’t I?” The surrounding employees burst into laughter. “Ms. Hall is absolutely right!” “Exactly! For a woman as outstanding as Ms. Hall, having a few men is perfectly normal!” I watched the troupe of clowns coldly. “You actually take that ‘heiress’ title so seriously?

He just stood there, staring at me across the crowded ballroom with an expression of complete devastation. The girl he'd thrown away, the wife he'd neglected and humiliated, the woman he'd told would never find anyone better, was Isabella Morrison. Granddaughter of Alexander Morrison. Heir to one of the largest fortunes in the country. One of the most powerful women in New York. And he'd let me go without a fight. The applause finally died down and I sat back down, accepting congratulations from the people at my table with grace and poise I'd learned from watching my brothers navigate society. But I was hyperaware of the Wei family table, of the chaos I knew was happening there.

Where was she going to go, and why did she seem like the divorce didn't affect her? “Don't go Meg”. Elizabeth begged, trying to make a good impression on Mrs. Wilson. But Megan would be dead if she believed her, so she ignored her plea and walked towards the door. What a nice person Elizabeth was, how could she still be nice to someone who stole Greg from her in the first place? Mrs. Wilson thought. As she walked past. Mrs. Wilson noticed the necklace on Megan, it was an expensive model which only one of its kind existed. There were rumours about the only heiress of the song family owning it.

Then he exclaimed, “Fifty million going once? Fifty million going twice, fifty million going thrice!- Congratulations! This pretty lady in a silver dress will now be the possessor of this set of jewelry.” Many people had joined the bidding, but only one winner emerged. No one could believe their eyes or ears, especially Lucas Harrison and the girl sitting beside him who looked ghastly pale. “No way! She can't afford that money.” “But she just did! Who exactly is she?” “Oh, she's Heidi. Heidi Olsen. How could they think that they could contend with the wealthiest heiress in Phoenix City?” The man who spoke was the same middle-aged man who just uncovered Heidi's identity.

“You don't know who I am! I am the renowned Willis heiress and I demand you release me this instant.” “That's not possible.”

The news anchor’s voice rang out: "Suzanne Smith, a renowned actress and heiress to the Smith Empire in Canada, has resurfaced after years of seclusion from the business world. She has announced the launch of the groundbreaking self-driving car project, Medal Cars, which has already gained approval from the most powerful businessmen worldwide. This marks a new era in AI-driven transportation." Their hands dropped from each other’s hair as they stared in stunned silence. Beatrice’s mouth fell open. "Suzanne… was an heiress to a powerful family?" she whispered, her voice trembling.