Heiress Raid Novels & Stories

The two of them must have been carrying on together the whole time, the pair of tramps. "But then again, Mrs. Westbrook, if your family is willing to accept a woman like her, I suppose the Westbrook name isn't worth as much as everyone thinks. Lucky for me, I climbed out of that fire pit while I still could." Rayne pointed toward the other hall with obvious pride and arched an eyebrow. "See that? I'm the Riserow heiress now. I can have any man I want from here on out. As for your son, bland and tasteless as plain water, I couldn't care less about him anymore."

His hands were all over my butt, caressing and squeezing. "I know how much you hate Hailey. We can have her easily cornered and rendered helpless. Just say yes." At the mention of Hailey and his promise to help me deal with her, my ears perked and my interest piqued, especially when the flashback of how today had gone at the mall filled my mind. That bitch! "Do you know she's a heiress? Her family owns the Codza company." My voice was now coarse. Heavy with lust. "How do you think I was able to help Christian carry out the plan to get her inheritance from her six years before?" His tongue evoked a shuddering sigh from me as it slithered around my left ear.

“Her marriage would have protected us from Alpha Silas’ attacks. Augustus and his youngest son fled and the Montreal Pack was destroyed!” I backed up. Ezra’s Father destroyed her Pack and my Dad helped her. Crap. “I watched my friends and family die but that’s no big deal. The big deal here is I have the heir to the Montreal throne right in front of me. The legitimate heir to fortunes and power that’s unimaginable.” I looked away my heart pounding and my hands sweating. “Ezra, please come in here,” I said through our link. “I’m not an heir,” I said, panting.

“It’s true, my love. I’m your father’s sister, and for years, I’ve been waiting for his heiress to come back home.” “His heiress?” She nods. “You, Astrid, are my brother’s only child and the heiress of his empire. Everything in this place, as far as your eyes can see, belongs to you…”

But the burn didn’t ease the knot in his chest. The news flashed on TV. “In breaking news, the missing Hartman heiress has been found alive after twenty-three years…” Adrian froze. The screen showed Evelyn stepping from a black car, surrounded by cameras. “She’s the missing Hartman heiress,” he whispered. Charlotte paled. “That’s impossible.” Adrian barely heard her. Every cruel word he’d thrown at Evelyn echoed in his head. He’d called her a gold digger, said she didn’t belong. Now she was the richest woman in New York.

"Mielle! She's Adharia Navier Valler, the Chairman's beloved sister! The Heiress of the Vasquez Companies! Are you insane?!" Her face turned pale as she realized what she has done. She put the vase down, trembling, and broke into tears. "H-Heiress! Forgive me, it was all their fault! They made me do it, I'm innocent!" She begged and I told an employee to call the company's Doctor to check on Caspian.

"It is necessary and even vital, to set standards for your life and the people you allow in it." -Mandy Hale- *** “You’re finally here, Gilda! I have been waiting for you!” Lysandra rushed to her side and hugged her. As expected, that woman was still as enthusiastic as she remembered. Prevously, they had decided to meet up at Lysandra’s studio. It was her private studio where she designed and created some of the more exclusive fine jewelries since she didn’t trust anyone else to do the job for her.

"Our target is a wealthy woman who's surprisingly careless. She never travels with bodyguards and even rarely uses her car. She's carefree, spending money recklessly on expensive jewelry instead of clothing. She often hangs out late with friends, mainly at a local club. This makes it the perfect opportunity to abduct her. The plan is to kidnap her while she's out with her friends, then demand a ransom of fifteen million dollars from her mother. From what I gathered, her mother won't hesitate to pay up. We keep her for two or three days, ensuring her safety, and then release her. No harm done," Michael explained. "She?" Martin asked. "Yes. She'll be easier to handle, especially considering he

Like she couldn’t breathe properly. “Elara?” That voice Her heart skipped. She turned quickly. “Ryan…” For a second, relief flashed across her face. Finally. Someone on her side. Ryan walked toward her, dressed in a neat black suit, his usual confident smile on his face. He looked her up and down, then smirked slightly. “Where’s my heiress?” he said playfully. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” The word hit differently now. Heiress. Elara forced a small smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Ryan, I”

Another wealthy businessman raises an eyebrow, "That would be quite the scandal, wouldn't it? A female heir with the same ruthlessness as the riches Chinese trillionaire, Chairman Hao." The atmosphere buzzes with intrigue as the high society members speculated on Sarah's intentions and whether she aims to wield her newfound influence in a way that could rival her grandfather's legacy. As Sarah's presence at her grandfather's wake made headlines, articles online began to resurface, each one painting a picture of the enigmatic heiress in their own way. The titles of these articles were overwhelmingly favorable, portraying her as a brilliant, wise, and even ruthless female heir, often likening