Heiress Novels & Stories

Does he know that? "N-No...anyways you knew her! Younger than your age but...she's...fine," his tone get slower and slower. "What's her name?" I asked and raised a brow. His eyes lit up like it was a sign that I also likes his idea. "She's the heiress of the Hepburn Communications! Millicent Jaiyana Hepburn! Do you remember her? It's Millijay!" He said exaggeratedly.

I thought that my family had tried to find me so fervently, using every method they had, because they wanted to make up for lost time. It was only later that I knew that because Anna's identity as a fake heiress was found out by their competitor, everyone in the business shunned the Swans for abandoning their biological daughter, causing their stocks to plummet. That was why they tried to look for me, as if they'd gone mad. If not, they would've forgotten about me ages ago. Meanwhile, the others had already started slaughtering the seabirds with almost manic enthusiasm, muttering their achievements under their breath as they killed.

Isabella's own granddaughter, born to Foster and Amara the following year and named Wren, in honor of the great-great-great-great-grandmother whose original courage had set this entire remarkable story into motion, brought the family's ninth generation into a world now shaped by nearly a century and a half of accumulated, deliberate honesty, spanning continents and languages in ways the family's earliest architects could never have fully imagined.

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"That you brought a maid into Richard's boardroom and let her sit in his chair?" "The DNA is real. The bracelet is real. The video of Richard is real," Adrian said. His tone did not rise. It stayed cold, flat. "Robert was Dad Lawyer you already know that, Elena is Richard Laurent's biological daughter. That is not an accusation. That is a fact." Vivian stepped forward, her voice high. "So what if she is? So what? He is dead! This company is ours! We lived there! We ...." "She is the heir to fifty-one percent," Adrian cut her off, looking at her for the first time. "By law, she is now Chairwoman."

After settling a dispute involving the family's overseas shipping routes, I boarded the Royal, a gambling cruise ship bound for Sicellia, with the family's confidential ledgers and handover documents. I kept a low profile, intending to complete the handover without drawing any attention. Antonio Greco, the family's longtime butler, had reserved a penthouse suite with panoramic ocean views for me. However, just as I finished checking in, an unfamiliar woman pushed open the door and strode inside. "I want this room. Pack your things and get out." I held up my booking confirmation. "The reservation is under my name. Breaking into someone else's room and demanding they leave hardly seems

From a distance, she looked like exactly what she was supposed to be: a poised billionaire heiress, draped in silk, her dark hair swept into an elegant twist. Up close, the illusion fractured. Her shoulders were tight. Her smile—when she offered it—was carefully rationed. And every few minutes, her gaze flicked instinctively toward the raised dais at the center of the room, where her stepmother presided like a queen over court. Margaux Laurent was radiant tonight. She always was. She wore crimson, the color of conquest, her blonde hair arranged perfectly, her laughter ringing loud enough to command attention. Executives clustered around her, men twice her age

She turned her head with a chin flick and flirtatious smirk. “That’s right. My family did arrange a fiance for me. But what about it? “I have money and power. Not only can I have a fiance, but I can also keep a few male escorts like an ancient empress, can’t I?” The surrounding employees burst into laughter. “Ms. Hall is absolutely right!” “Exactly! For a woman as outstanding as Ms. Hall, having a few men is perfectly normal!” I watched the troupe of clowns coldly. “You actually take that ‘heiress’ title so seriously?

" I yelled, trying to snatch my phone back. Someone suddenly grabbed my arm just then. It was Michelle. She had plastered an insincere smile on her face as she forcefully dragged me into a bedroom. "Come here. I have something to discuss with you!" As soon as the door was shut behind us, the fake smile immediately disappeared from her face. "How could you be so unreasonable, you brat? Isabella is the only heiress of the richest woman in Andaysia! She even has a son with Lucas! How could you ever possibly measure up to her?

She was back as the Billionaire Hale heiress, the ice queen, Elara Hale. Nobody outside her family and friends knew her real name. All they knew was that the ice queen Hale heiress goes by E.H, a name that everyone spoke from fear and respect. Her name was carved with reverence yet fear both in the hearts of every executive from Canary Wharf to Wall Street of London.