Novel & Cerita Heiress Raid

Beside her is one of the most famous models in the country, Kiara Mendez. I can feel the gasps and hushed voices of the crowd as they march since the brothers are always known for their stunning looks. Yet, they don’t intimidate me. I’m confident that I also have a beauty and name to flaunt, being the wife of Kim Mori. He may not be the wealthiest man in the country, but his chain of businesses does not leave him behind. And besides, I am now representing Quicksend International as the heiress of my father’s little empire. “Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Zed Ramos and her fiancé, Miss Ella Sahara!”

She knew that the denser the vegetation, the more creatures lurked within it. But she couldn’t show fear. She held onto one belief—she had to find Manuel herself. No matter what, she had to be brave. Raiden occasionally glanced back at her. He hadn’t expected her to be this strong-willed. If they really did find Manuel, he would make sure to tell him everything. As a privileged heiress from Goldmoor, she could have easily stayed home and waited for news. But instead, she had come all this way, enduring hardship. Even Raiden was a little moved by her determination.

Dragana seemed like the epitome mother every kid should have. “Hey there Princess.” Dragana smiled at Isabella kindly. “This is my boy, Sebastian.” “I am Isabella.” She stretched her hand to shake Sebastian's. Sebastian blushed to his toes. His hand shook as it approached Isabella's. Luckily, the heiress flattered the boy even more by grabbing him by the shoulders and kissed him on the cheek with a loud smack. Dragana's laughter doubled.

"Have the trackers from the Ashgrove border returned? It's my ascension night. If the pack elders discover that the true-blood male heir our family dumped in the rogue lands is still breathing, the council will strip our territory rights." Mirelle reaches out, smoothing the thick fur on Tahlia's shoulder with a cold, clawed finger. "Silence is the only report we need. The silver-tipped blades of the Raiders don't leave survivors. Even if that weakling survived the Blacktide Waters, he’s been feral for ten winters. What can a broken country omega do against a fortified manor?" "I almost wish he would crawl back," Tahlia whispers, a vicious glint entering her golden eyes. "Just so the elders c

A woman in a stunning red dress stood beside him, her hand clasped in his, her face glowing with triumph. Selene Ravenshade. "I present to you my chosen Luna!" Rowan's voice rang out across the packed hall. He pulled Selene closer, his eyes warm as he gazed at her. "Selene Raveshade, daughter of the Raveshade bloodline, a true female alpha heiress. Our union will bring unprecedented strength to this pack!" The Alpha heiress? That was impossible! I was the only Female Alpha heiress! But just as I was about to shout it over, the crowd erupted in deafening cheers.

She didn’t even notice Lauren at first. Lauren opened her mouth to speak, but something in Rosa’s tone made her pause. “So, Lauren isn’t the Dean family’s heiress,” Rosa said, her voice lowered but still clear enough in the quiet stairway. “The real heiress is Tessa.” Lauren’s body froze instantly. It wasn’t just the words. It was the tone. Her fingers tightened slowly around the railing, her knuckles turning faintly pale as she stood there, unable to move. “That’s it,” Rosa continued, completely unaware of Lauren standing right behind her. “I need to get Curtis and Tessa married again.”

It would be better if Sandra was the one who deserved to receive all the property from her husband. "No, madam, I cannot accept this position; I cannot be the heir to your company; you are more deserving." Aditya's refusal sounded so sincere. "No, Aditya, I don't want that treasure; that position; that company is all yours; I just want to be next to my husband until his breath stops. I'm afraid, Adit; I'm afraid if my husband leaves, I will live alone. What's the use of that treasure? What's the use of that position?" Mrs. Sandra said and continued to plead with Aditya to help her.

To secure the Brooks empire, their parents set two conditions for choosing the next heiress: Each daughter must present a business proposal strong enough to elevate the family business… And each must secure a fiancé from a reputable family to strengthen the Brooks name. For three months, Nina worked like her life depended on it—because it did. Sleepless nights, endless research, countless drawings. This was her chance to finally prove she belonged in the family. That she wasn’t just the adopted child. That she was worthy. But the chance had slipped through her fingers. Clara, her half-sister, had stolen her project. And now she stood there acting like a saint.

“That’s not what happened. If what you say is true, if the will was falsified, then why all the conditions? Why come and live with us, why not take it all in a heartbeat?” Maria narrows her eyes at me, looking victorious, like she knows all the secrets of the world. “Why not? They needed time to pin it all on you, didn’t they? To make you look like the villain right when you let your guard down the second you invited her in your bed. And with you gone, she becomes the only heir to the riches.” “And give them all to someone else?” “Just think about it. Who in their right mind travel half the world on a promise of an inheritance that might not even exist?”

“And I’m afraid you’ve made a very serious mistake tonight.” Lena forced a laugh. “What mistake?” Adrian’s gray eyes turned toward Aria. Then back to Lena. “The mistake of accusing the wrong woman.” Silence fell across the room. Lena’s smile slowly returned. “Oh?” she said sweetly. “And why would that be?” Adrian’s voice was calm. But deadly serious. “Because the girl you’re trying to remove…” He gestured toward Aria. “…is the real heiress of Vale Global.” The club exploded into chaos.