Heiress Novelas e Histórias

I wish he was here to see how far I have gone, I wish he could see that I fulfilled his dying wish. But Mason was right, I make a very good Heiress, and my father will always remain a proud dad because today marks a year since I became CEO of white nova robotics. Nova was my second name, and my dad had made sure to name his achievement after him like he knew one day it would be mine. I looked down at my hands, the diamond ring on my finger sparkled under the light of the stars and moon. It felt heavy because it cost a fortune and Mason had given it to me.

"S-Sorry." "Look, miss, look what you've done! Damn---wait, are you Keisha Santillan?" My forehead creased because I know her; when she removed her glasses, my jaw dropped; she looks sophisticated. And if I'm not mistaken, she was a famous model and commonly known as the only heiress of Jacinto Entertainment. "Y-Yes, it's me," I don't know why I'm so nervous as we wait for our order. I don't know how she persuaded me; I was preoccupied. I really had a bad feeling about this; it seems like something will happen that I won't like.

She retorted. "Heiress, how much does he pay you?" Zayn chimed in. "Come and work for me. I’ll pay you double." Axel narrowed his eyes as he darted his gaze at Zayn. "Why do you keep calling her an heiress?" "What I chose to call her is none of your fucking business!" Zayn snarled. "I could choose to call her princess, queen, or heiress." It’s none of your fucking business."

Elsie expressed. “Not every ladies’ dream, only the unserious fellows like you,” he split out. “And I am saying it right to your face now. You can never be an option. Not even at the present of no option other than you.” She bent to the left side and crossed her hands across her chest, snickering, “those are just words of tongue. I mean, it’s a slip of tongues. I am beautiful and well endowed. I am from a conglomerate heiress from the biggest family in the city,”

I asked Sebastian, not looking up. “The heiress,” he said. “Officially.” “Officially,” I repeated. “No interviews about her.” That bothered me more than resistance ever could. I searched for her name yet again. Vanderbilt heiress. Alessandra Vanderbilt. The results were thin. A Wikipedia page. A family tree. Her name is listed without a hyperlink. I clicked it, and nothing happened, even though I had done this several times. I leaned back, lips pressing into a thin smile that didn’t reach anywhere else.

The crest of a certain powerful and influential family. The young woman looked up at the soaring glass ceiling of the Wisteria Heights building, a small, mirthless smile playing on her lips. They thought she was a "loser." They thought she was a servant. They had no idea that the girl clearing their floors was the heir to a legacy that had once toppled an empire. She was a hidden heir. And she was a winner. And in the city of Wisteria, a new game was about to begin. The "loser" was back. And this time, she was coming for everything.

“That I’m nothing here?” Her father looked at her. And for the first time There was no warmth in his eyes. “You are my daughter,” he said. “But you are not the heir.” The room went completely still. Elara felt like the air had been knocked out of her lungs. Not the heir. Just like that. “No…” she whispered, shaking her head. “No, that doesn’t make sense. Then who is it? Why won’t you say it?” “That is not your concern,” he said firmly.

My thoughts reminded me of the point that led us here. I'd been watching my favorite boy band at my apartment when my grandfather suddenly appeared and told me to join him for a morning ride. I'd put on a plain t-shirt and a pair of pants, and joined him in his affairs, only to discover that he tricked me to go with him to a conference hall that was stacked with a hundred media-related personnel. I didn't take it seriously because my grandfather was always meaning to take me everywhere with him. But unexpectedly, he made an announcement that shook the world's structure in business, and threw me off my feet. He announced I, Bianca Maria Rossi as his heir and gave me everything he owned, publi

After leaving my husband, who did not love me, I restored my status as an heir to a super-rich family. With newfound clarity and determination, I reclaimed my birthright and embraced the responsibility that came with it. No longer bound by the constraints of a loveless marriage, I embarked on a journey of self-discovery and empowerment, guided by the unwavering support of my family. As I stepped into my role as heiress, I vowed to honor the legacy of generations past while forging my own path towards a future defined by resilience, strength, and unabashed authenticity.