Heiress Raid Novels & Stories

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.

When Chuck and Freya saw me, their faces filled with shock. “Who let you come here? You were already fired. You have no right to attend this meeting.” “Get out right now. If you embarrass us here and damage our branch’s reputation, I won’t let you off.” I looked at them, almost amused. “What if I said I’m from headquarters?” Freya let out a scoff. “So you got fired and ran to headquarters? So what? “I’m the heiress of this group. With one word from me, I can have my brother fire you.”

Isabella's POV The morning after the gala, my face was on every news site and social media platform in the country. "The Lost Morrison Heiress Found." "Billionaire's Long-Lost Granddaughter Revealed." But my favorite headline was from a gossip blog: "Marcus Wei's Biggest Mistake: He Divorced a Morrison." I read that one three times before I started making calls. It was time to stop playing defense. Time to attack. I woke up in my bedroom at the Morrison estate to my phone vibrating nonstop.

You get the most beautiful maid who is like a goddess, then you can get rid of the bitch you have hated in your life. It's true what Kenn just said to Liam. Even though in his heart he wasn't sure that Rose would follow the rules of the bet she proposed. 'You've fucking know if that bitch couldn't be that easy to get out of my life and my dad's. She couldn't possibly risk my Dad, who had made her a mistress, ridiculously for a bet for a servant. 'Well, that's true. But, why don't you just serve the game first and take over the game.'

*************** I was woken up by the chirping of birds and the relentless buzzing of my phone. The sun, which had set from the east, almost blinded my face, causing my vision to become blurred. Upon picking up my phone, I almost lost my balance when I saw the news headline. THE HEIRESS OF THE LANCASTER GROUP, NOW MRS. REID HAS BEEN CAUGHT IN BED WITH ANOTHER MAN JUST AFTER THE DEATH OF HER HUSBAND’S GRANDMOTHER. WHAT COULD BE HAPPENING? I quickly got out of bed and made my way towards the bathroom. Searching for Alex, but to no avail.

"I doubt it. She didn't know I would show up today. And she's the heiress of one of Sazaar's most elite families. She has too much money to rely on some scheme to pad her wallet. We don't even know each other." "You're in Sazaar now?" Metis snapped, and her focus sharpened. "And you're treating some elite heiress?" "Yes, ma'am." "And then what? The two of you hold hands, do something inappropriate with each other, and she falls head over heels for you?" she demanded. "Is this another one of your harem expansion quests?" I froze. "Wait, no. Please, God, no. Not now. This is an emergency. Can you help me out? Like a remote consultation."

It was almost 12:00 am She saved the document and closed it, feeling a small sense of satisfaction. Then, instead of shutting the laptop completely, she clicked around absentmindedly. Old files. Archived links. Things she hadn’t looked at in a long time. That was when she saw it. An old headline, saved in a forgotten folder. She clicked. The article loaded, and she laughed under her breath almost immediately. WILFRED HEIRESS CAUSES STIR AT RACING EVENT — Sources Say Billionaire’s Daughter ‘Unapologetically Reckless’

she said, her eyes locking onto her daughter’s, “there’s something else you need to know.” Cassie’s attention snapped back to her immediately, something in her tone setting off a quiet alarm. “Your mother…” Corrine continued, her voice softening just slightly, “is Rachel Conner, the late heiress of the Blackridge Maritime Group.” The words hung in the air for a brief second before the full meaning settled. “You are her daughter,” Corrine finished. “The missing heiress.”

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.

“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.