Glamorous Heiress Novels & Stories

she whispered and he smiled, a smug and satisfied look. “You would really get them back for me?” Adrian asked her and she shrugged. “I love you, it is the least I can do. I will make sure they pay,” she muttered and he nodded, he didn’t doubt her for a second. She was almost as sinister as he, if he got the story right, rumors had circulated that she had climbed a friend to obtain the little stardom and position in society she had. Cassandra Monroe, soon to be Hales, was the queen of sabotage here and he didn’t doubt her if she said she would get them back.

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.

They usually call her the Campus Queen slash the Beautiful Monster, because behind her so pretty face lies a heartless Queen. Who actually is she? People in the Academy really get excited whenever they hear her name. She's the young future heiress of the Veraniel's Extravagant Wealth because of the tremendous number of their businesses and properties. It made them one of the most powerful business empires around the country, and aside from that, she's talented. She plays piano like a pro, and the blessing doesn't ends there. She's born with a divine beauty. Snow white porcelain skin, seductive sharp brown eyes, perfectly-define nose, slightly full lips, elegantly long brown shiny wavy hair,

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.

With flawless makeup on, I looked straight into the camera and calmly said, "Yes, I'm Cindy, the so-called arrogant and domineering heiress who beat her two brothers and cut ties with her biological father. "For those who want to criticize me, this livestream is open. Just for today, nobody will be banned for anything they say."

I quickly swooped a bit closer to the door, to listen to their conversation. "I can't believe they picked up someone from the slum to become a Dela Cruz heiress!" One of them said in a low voice, and I could hear how irritated she was by her tone of voice. Her words pierce through my heart, but I remained calm, not wanting to spoil everything I'd worked hard to get. "She might be from the slum, but at least, she's pretty enough to be an heiress." The other lady replied, and I became at ease with her soothing words.

“Liam’s not alone. He’s got help—more than we expected. And Boris is still locked in the Shield. I can’t split my men and keep the perimeter tight.” Grim didn’t hesitate. “I can have twenty here by sundown. Vultures who know how to move quiet and hit hard.” “Good,” I said. “I’ll clear space in the warehouse. They’ll bunk there.” Sarah stepped closer, arms crossed, her voice low. “There’s more.” I raised a brow. “One of the girls we pulled out—she’s Reaper royalty. Club princess. She already called her dad. He’s on his way.” That landed heavy.

In three days, Damien would know the truth. Part of me was terrified. What if seeing him again hurt? What if I wasn't as over him as I thought? But another part of me, the stronger part, couldn't wait. Because I wasn't the invisible woman anymore. I was Elena Sterling. CEO. Heiress. And I was about to remind everyone exactly what that meant. My phone buzzed with a message from Adrian. Adrian: Final guest list approved. The Blackwells are seated front and center. They'll have the best view of your announcement.

In her place stood a woman who exuded power and confidence, her every move radiating an aura of quiet authority. A small gasp escaped the lips of a young receptionist, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Oh my god," she whispers to her colleague, "Is that… is that Madam Chairman?" Her colleague, a seasoned veteran of the Xiang Empire, nodded, his eyes fixed on the arriving heiress. "The one and only and the most beautiful," he replied, his voice hushed with a mixture of awe and apprehension. "Madam Chairman Sarah Xiang, it's an honor see you."