Glamorous Heiress Novels & Stories

Then, she would go home and nap the day away before heading out to the clubs at night, drowning in sequins and attention. The thing is, people worship her. Girls envy her, guys chase her, and everyone wants a piece of Farrow. Why? Because she’s an heiress. She has money, power, and a name that carries weight. But beneath all that glitter and glam, she’s just a spoiled brat who does not know the first thing about real life.

We might be lookalikes, but while she looked glamorous, I looked like someone that had never known a good life. Well, I had been an heiress once, before my father went bankrupt, and I was going to become one again soon. My life was entirely about to change. "Alright," I said. "Let's get started with this makeover." *** Isabella was not joking about the makeover. She took me back to their hotel room, where she had me take a bath in rosewater and whatever else was in there, then dressed me up in clothes that cost more than my rent for six months put together. She did my hair, cutting it to the same pageboy style as hers, and spent forever doing my makeup.

Her white scarf and gloves made her seem as if she was the wealthy heiress of an ancient European family, very exquisite. The eye-catching red ruby hair clip on her hair twinkled from different angles. Charmine sashayed with confidence like the most stunning star in the city—unabashed and arrogant, while expensive and exquisite like a wealthy heiress. Everyone almost forgot to breathe. How could there be such a beautiful woman in the world? She was unreal! There were so many people in the hall, so many heiresses to boot, yet nobody could stand out apart from Charmine. Max and McKenzie’s expressions fell.

She tapped the article, bringing the high-resolution photograph to the center of her screen. It was Xavier. He was dressed in an immaculate, custom-tailored black tuxedo that emphasized the sheer, imposing breadth of his shoulders. He looked terrifyingly handsome, his expression a mask of cold, untouchable authority. But it wasn't him that made Hazel’s chest physically ache. It was the woman standing next to him. She was breathtaking. She wore a shimmering silver designer gown that clung perfectly to her statuesque figure. Her dark hair was swept over one shoulder, and she was smiling radiantly at the cameras. The article identified her as the heiress to a massive telecommunications empire.

Luckily, she wasn’t there to be involved in any matter, thanks to Antony’s interruption, of course. Crystal could clearly recognize the maidens left in this round. Lylia Evergreen, heiress of a famous magazine printing company. Nothing too special but, at least her character seemed clean from what Crystal has observed. Denise Imperial, heiress of a vast chain of restaurants in the country. Same with Lylia, her character holds no mischief. Mylene Haravina, daughter of a famous fashion designer that is widely known across countries. This one was shy based from Crystal’s observation.

She thought Hadley was cruel and crafty, using other people's money to enhance her own reputation. Hadley’s charisma and glitz were enhanced by the brilliant smile that curved her scarlet lips. Even 10 Andrew’s wouldn't be able to match her riches, even if he had a hundred billion in liquid assets. The alluring smile on her face caught Andrew’s attention. Her eyes were clear and brilliant. She used to only smile like way when he was present. Harry interrupted Andrew just as he was ready to place another bid. "Man, don't," Harry muttered. “I learned of the return of the Imperial Estate heir a month ago. There will be numerous collaborations in the future. Keep your plans in mind.”

and we hadn’t spoken properly since. But somehow, now? It felt like… something was healing. Until she walked in. Louisa She glided in like a discount Bond villain, wearing white silk, oversized glasses, and an expression that said she’d just murdered a boutique assistant for bringing her the wrong size. Louisa. Of course. “Oh God,” Rebel muttered. “The Queen of Cheap Perfume and Even Cheaper Intentions.” Louisa spotted us, waved like a pageant queen, and marched over “Well, well, well. If it isn’t the runaway heiress and her fallen fashion friend.”

“Try this one first.” For the next hour, Olivia paraded outfit after outfit in front of me, insisting I try each one. I eventually settled on a sleek, emerald-green gown with a plunging neckline and an open back. It hugged my figure perfectly, the fabric shimmering under the light. Olivia beamed as she added the finishing touches of a diamond choker and matching earrings. “You look like the heiress we all know,” she declared. I barely recognized myself in the mirror. Gone was the fragile woman who had clung to the edges of her old life. In her place stood someone fierce, unyielding, and ready to reclaim everything she had lost.

Within days, the drama reached William. Victor knelt before him, refusing to stand. “I want to break off this engagement with her!” … Growing up, I was taught that, as the heiress of the Grant family, I could never afford to be ruled by emotion. Trusting business partners? Seven parts trust, three parts caution—that was the rule. Had no one ever taught Victor the same? Maybe not. Or perhaps it was because he had been spoiled from the moment he was born. His mother, once a mistress who married into the Harlow family, had been a beloved former actress. Despite her origins, she’d secured unwavering affection and favor.

"No, of course, not! Why would you even think of that? I'm only here for business, babe. She's the heiress of the Ash & Glamour Group, Clarissa Moore." My eyes widened in horror, as the name sink into my head. "What?!!"