Heiress Raid Novels & Stories

He asked, looking at me from head to toe and focusing on the neckline of my blouse, making me roll my eyes. I move closer to him, glaring at him. "I am the Montanari heiress, this chair is mine!" I speak a little lower, but firm and serious. "And I am your future husband and I would have to take over the company". Seriously spoken. "But don't worry, I can make you secretary. You'll be great to work with". Speaks mischievously, licking his lips as he looks down at my cleavage again. I roll my eyes and walk over to his side, controlling myself so I don't end up committing murder.

"You could be the heir to the throne, if there's no elder brother to claim it anymore." A silence so poignant settled into the room that it became impossible to breathe, before the fool spoke again. "And how's prince Chandra supposed to kill his own brother? He has been kicked out of the palace already...... Have no army to back him up and rarely any source of income except the looted money from the nearby villages. " before the idiota's head gets disjunctioned from the rest of his body and starts to reel on the floor. The minister spoke again to distract. "I know a way to overcome these....problems." "The sole heiress of Rai chand's....Their coal mines, the business of daimonds....it is in

Her own father had used her love to get what he wanted. "The van you are standing in has a bomb under it " Alistair said, his thumb over the red button. "A sad accident on a night. The CEO who did wrong and the emotional heiress gone in a flash. The news will say it was a suicide because of shame." "You would kill your daughter?" Silas said, his muscles tight, ready to jump "A necessary sacrifice to keep our family name alive " Alistair said, his eyes cold. "Nora Vale would understand. Every great story needs an ending to make the next part better."

The story broke in the financial press before Preston's office had finished drafting an official statement, which was, Sebastian said grimly over breakfast the morning after the vote, exactly the outcome his father's caution had spent eleven years trying to prevent and exactly the outcome Sebastian had decided, in the end, he could live with. A junior reporter at a business daily had been in the boardroom's outer hallway when the vote concluded, had overheard enough of the raised voices to piece together the shape of what had happened, and by nine that morning the headline had already metastasized across four other outlets: VALE HEIR ADMITS FOUNDING FRAUD DAYS BEFORE NARROW BOARD VICTORY.

“Exactly. The real heiress kept a low profile for years. Of course she wouldn’t come in shouting about who she was. Freya’s act was way too obvious.” Freya and Chuck froze completely. “No. That’s impossible.” Chuck muttered under his breath. “She worked at my company for years. How could she be the group’s heiress?” Then he seemed to remember something and suddenly turned to Freya. “Wait. Didn’t you have the family pendant? The one you showed us before? “Were you lying to me this whole time? Was that pendant fake?” Freya desperately shot him a look, telling him to shut up. But it was too late. The words had already left his mouth.

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.