Novel & Cerita Heiress Artinya

Eynas assisted his queen in her seat. Astra put her face to his face. She looked at him and smiled. "I'm fine" she mumbled and turned her redhead in front of her broods. "Let's welcome, the first heiress of the Erasmus Kingdom!" She growls. "And I declare war among dragons and humans! We will restore our dragon power, the Heart of Magic from them! Scream for me! Scream!" Astra made an extreme growl and all of them made a rumbling sound.

Like that are just humoring me incase I make a comeback The art exhibition tonight is supposed to be a distraction. But the second I see her, I forget everything else. Literally everything else fades. Kaia. She is standing in front of some hideous abstract painting, arms folded. Black dress, heels, bare neck. Simple. Dangerous. She is not looking at me. Not even pretending to. From the way her eyes scan the room, she is most likely waiting for someone else. Probably him. I make a beeline toward her, cutting through couples and champagne and whatever performance piece is happening in the corner.

Carlos asks in his broke English and we do indeed start. Documents are exchanged, explanations and commitments are made by each side, the official translator from Spanish and English doing a hell of a good job to keep things simple and relay the details to each party. Katerina is to be the sole heir to the estate, Pedro’s accounts and businesses, except for half of the main house, a small trust fond in my name and some small piece of land that directly goes to the local school.

The perfect illusion. The perfect false heiress.

It had become a norm for everyone that anytime a meeting like this was called, it was for the heiress to choose her plaything for the night. Everyone wanted to be chosen, though, a lower number of them cringed. It had been rumoured that Claire was always rough in bed. Also, every one of them had had a taste of what a monster she could be behind closed doors. Some loved it, some were yet to get used to it. Claire Emir walked into the room gracefully in her new elegance in a red leather jumpsuit. She changed her dress for the irritations that had clung to the shirt, and here she was, feeling herself in the new jumpsuit.

Kingsley interrupted him by kicking him with his leg. Tyler fell to the ground groaning in pain. “How dare you call the heiress of Norway group a slut? And who do you think you are to open your mouth and insult my fiancée, the fiancé of I, Kingsley Geralt, have I really been too nice to people these days?” Kingsley said. “What do you mean? Heiress… Norway… Fiancée…” Tyler stuttered in shock, his eyes threatening to fall from their eyeballs.

“Hardly. I came to remind you that you don’t own this space; you don’t own this city. Tonight, the spotlight isn’t just yours.” With that, I turned my gaze to Gabriella, who took a small step back, observing me with equal parts disdain and intrigue. “Congratulations on your new partnership,” I said, my openness a strategic mask for the confidence bubbling beneath. “Though we all know you’re merely a pawn in Andre’s elaborate chess game.” Gasps spread through the attendees at my audacity, their eyes darting between the three of us, hungry for the unfolding drama. Gabriella lifted her chin, an unmistakable defiance glimmering in her icy gaze. “And you must be the runaway heiress who’s chosen t

There was no guile in her voice, just a straightforward declaration. “You seem very sure of that,” I said, crossing my arms and leaning against the edge of my desk. “How do you know?” Mia met my gaze without flinching. “I heard Mommy and Auntie Sarah talking about you. They said your name, and that you’re the one who owns this big company. And… I just knew.” I studied her, looking for any resemblance. She had dark hair and bright eyes, full of curiosity and something else—determination. I didn’t recognize her features, but there was something in the way she held herself, something familiar.

And nobody can take away from that. I closed my eyes, listening to Alexander's steady pulse under my ear and the brilliance of the ballroom lights behind my lids. I realized then that my inheritance was more than simply money; it was the ability to change the course of history, open doors, and rewrite the rules. And by placing every bid tonight and funding every scholarship, I had shown to the world—and to myself—that the heiress's real strength was not her wealth but rather her belief in making a difference in people's lives.

For three seconds there was silence in the auditorium. Then the room erupted. The reporters were typing furiously on their tablets. The condescension in the room was gone. Now people were scared. They realized that the heiress in overalls was not a figurehead. She was the architect. Silas looked down at Avery. He had a smile on his face. He was proud of her. He reached out under the cover of the podium. His hand gripped hers. They had officially left the yards. The crown was hers. The board belonged entirely to Avery and Silas.