Heiress Raid Novels & Stories

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

Really odd! “I hate you, Hailey!" Aira snapped and it was like the wind changed. She felt fooled that all throughout the years that we're together. She had no idea that she's living with an heiress. Heiress of well-known shipping and cruise line around the world which she wished she could have the chance to experience.

She flipped the report card on the table. “A voice record.” I unlocked my home page. I played the voice record and increased the volume. “Jayden Bieber is the new CEO. He's blocking my way. I don't have an issue with Theresa.” From the anonymous voice, “Theresa is the heiress's of the Barbados. She's there to hinder us. We can put both of them to silent.” Racheal bulged her eyes. “It's more than what it is.” She exhaled deeply. “You guys aren't safe.”

One after the other, the souls picked out small folded notes, and soon Willa and Elias picked out theirs. Once everyone had a note in hand, they were ordered to open it. “Oh my God, what is this?” A cry came from one of the souls. “How can I be a villain?” another angrily questioned. “I am the heiress’s best friend!” A cheerful voice sounded. Some were cousins, others guards, and even rivals. But so far, only one heir had surfaced, and it was Aria. The cute soul danced and jumped in joy. “Wow, we will be a great team,” Laura whispered as she showed her note. She was none other than the heiress’s best friend.

I greeted, putting on a fake smile as I took my seat while Mr Hills beckoned to Radriel while his gaze remained fixated on me. “What's she doing here?” He queried as he walked into the living room towards Mr Hills. “It seems you both know each other but I'd still introduce. This is Elyra, heiress of the Dranen's group and she's here to accept my offer of marrying you to get back her father's company.” Radriels face turned to stare back ate with his mouth wide open and I swallowed nervously. The person I'm supposed to get married to is Radriel? Of all people on the face of the earth, it just had to be him?

She was the only thing close to purity Cassian had ever known—and he didn’t want to kill her. Not unless he had to. But on his way to the meeting, something changed. He found her. Aria. The true heir to the Moretti empire. An empire he wanted to take over. An empire once lost in betrayals and fire. But now it had returned, embodied in a woman who had the blood of warlords and queens in her veins. A woman backed by the De Rossi dynasty. A woman who had married me, Lorenzo De Rossi. Cassian had miscalculated.

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.

All eyes turned as Marcelline entered. There was a collective pause. Whispers rippled across the room. For years, these men and women had seen her in the shadows of Rowan Adair, the dutiful wife at gala dinners, never more than a quiet ornament at his side. Now she entered not as Rowan’s appendage, but as Marcelline Odette, heiress of Odette Global Holdings. Her suit was tailored ivory silk, crisp against her luminous skin. Minimal jewelry, understated yet commanding. She carried herself with a serenity that dared anyone to dismiss her.

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.

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.