Glamorous Heiress Novels & Stories

Just like the night before she planted a slag into my leg, she wore a beautiful pearly smile, the one that lured the weak into her trap before she busted the little fantasy that loomed around her, revealing her very dark and ugly core. Our gazes collided and darkness had swirled in her eyes before she gave me a spine-chilling smile. It wasn’t the evil kind of darkness; it was a mixture of what I’d call amusement and something I was still trying to decipher. Her smile had been almost contagious, stepping in front of her whole family and taking up the role of the eldest daughter of the wealthiest family in all of the states of America combined. The Society heiress! She was flawless, words flow

"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…"

"The louder she speaks, the harder she’ll fall when I cut the floor out from under her." The Grand Hotel ballroom was a cavern of Gilded Age excess, dripping with crystal chandeliers and the heavy perfume of the city’s elite. As Evelyn entered, the room didn't just go quiet; it froze. She was draped in a gown of midnight blue that seemed to swallow the light, her presence radiating a cold, magnetic authority that made the "disgraced heiress" label feel like a bad joke. Lucas was the first to approach, his face a mask of practiced regret. Beside him, Iris clung to his arm, her eyes darting around like a trapped animal. She looked frantic, her makeup a fraction too heavy to hide the exhaustion

“Bro, remember the Voice of the Night we saw yesterday? Guess whose car that was?” Hindi man lang siya nilingon ni Gabe. “Definitely not yours.” “Exactly! It’s Luna’s the Valencia heiress herself!” Saglit na natahimik si Gabe. Naalala niya ang maliit na batang babaeng minsang naghatid kay Miguel noon sa eskwela, maliit, masayahin, at palaging may dala-dalang candy. Ngayon, nineteen na, confident, successful, at muli nilang makakasama.

"I’ve always known that. I know you don’t really like me." "That’s not..." "You look at me like I'm a chore you're forced to complete. And I know you probably disliked me even before you met me," she continued, her voice shaking despite her effort to keep it steady. "Because of what you might have read about me, What people said 'The rebellious heiress'. I know you had your opinion formed already." His jaw tightened. He looked at her for just a brief moment, something unreadable flickering across his eyes. He didn't offer a defense or an explanation, he just turned back toward the door.

The starlight necklace on her neck sparkled brilliantly, even at her young age, she was already an ambassador of Glam Jewelries, she had bagged several endorsement and she was among the top ten richest heiresses, many wished to be in her shoes but only few people really knew what her life was like. Her hands continued to move around the keyboard until the beautiful rhythm came to an abrupt end, the sadness in her face disappeared and her eyes rested on the maids who were watching her from the window "Why are you all standing there like statues, it seems you all are tired of your jobs" Zephyr snorted. Her words broke the spell of melancholy that the song had cast on them and the maids shook t

I wanted to call out for help, but a part of me suspected I might be kidnapped, and alerting whoever was holding me might not be the best idea. I slipped on my slippers and stood up, feeling a bit dizzy. My head throbbed, but I managed to move forward. I gripped my hairpin tightly, using it as a makeshift defense. As I stepped out of the room, I took in the grandeur of the mansion. It was huge, even bigger than mine, and beautifully decorated. The walls were painted white, and the hallway was adorned with various art pieces. The opulence suggested that my kidnapper was wealthy, which made me wonder what their motives were because it was clear that they don't need money from me.

Gloria's eyes flashed slyly. She kept following Maisie, ultimately forcing the latter to pull up a photo. "This is who my brother likes." It was a photo of Gabriella, whose legs went on for days. She looked like a domineering seductress despite only being 20. Gloria stared at her photo for a long time as her jealousy surged. She knew who Gabriella was—the heiress of Nebula Group and someone whose status was leagues above her. Appearance-wise, Gabriella was much prettier than her. And in terms of family background, there was no way she could compare to Gabriella.

He frowned, “watch your tone.” “I asked you a question, Lucas. Don't mess with me.” I replied, with anger burning within me. “Why shouldn't I mess with you? Who are you? You're nothing but a pathetic heiress with nothing in her bank account. No money, no assets. Nothing.” “My child is in Kate. You can't do this to me!” I wailed, “God, you're quite slow.” I blinked.