Heiress Return Novels & Stories

"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.

he cut in rashly and she kept silent. “Daren stole you away from me when he knew you were my only daughter. You are my heiress. The heiress of all her mother’s possessions. Your mother and I worked hard to keep a lot in store for you. A lot which would see you become one of the wealthiest women in the whole of the country. The estates she left behind in SA are there waiting for you. The hotels and so many more to mention are all there waiting for you. But you left everything and ran after a man who threw you in the mud at last.

This was my battle and I will fight it alone. “You believe, huh, uncle? I will see how you do that. And who says bastards aren't heirs? I, Jessica Holly, is the heir to this empire. You bow to me!” I snarled at him. He uttered a scoff and dumped the papers on my desk. “These show the conditions to your access as the heir.” He said and I dropped my gaze to the papers. I picked them up and the first line made my legs wobbly. What?

He closed his eyes and could not be bothered to return the greeting. "This is Aunt Hestia. She's Xander's mother." Hestia did her best to control her trembling. "She's not quite there yet." "What?" "She can't pull off being an heiress. She's still missing something. After all, the original is right here." Hestia pointed confidently at Grace. The woman's smile almost disappeared. Clad in identical attire, the contrast in their elegance and poise became starkly apparent. When Grace wore the dress, the air of an heiress seemed more pronounced than ever.

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.

I doubt she hardly attend an event without issue. A soft chime of glasses being clinked turned our attention to the head of the room. Marcus Roderigo, the man of the hour, stood with a glass raised high, his face alight with excitement as he gathered everyone’s attention. Everywhere went silent as he began his speech.Then he announced that his heir would take over the Empire. Murmurs spread through the crowd, curious glances exchanged. Heir? Everyone knew Marcus only had one child, his daughter. But we’d never seen her in public. Most assumed she was out of the picture or didn’t want the role and the role would either be passed to Marcus brother or one of their family.

This time, he didn’t even bother to respond. A few days later, an online mini-series titled “Love in the World of the Elite” suddenly went viral. The plot revolved around the heir of a real estate empire who was rescued from a car accident by a humble young woman. Love blossomed between the two. However, the female lead’s modest background made her an unfit match, and the male lead’s wealthy family vehemently opposed the relationship. After overcoming countless obstacles, the couple finally broke free of societal expectations and found their happily ever after.

She glanced at Mia, silently pleading with her to play along. Mia, ever the perceptive one, seemed to sense the unspoken tension between the two. Her smile faltered slightly, and she slowly lowered her hand, tucking it into the pocket of her designer jeans. "Actually, Mr. Maverick, I'm not just any friend." She tilted her chin up defiantly, her gaze unwavering. "I'm the heiress to Vitalis Pharmaceuticals. And I have to say, I'm quite interested in this...arrangement you have with my dear Evie."

I wanted to call out for help, but a part of me suspected I might be kidnapped, and alerting whoever was holding me might not be the best idea. I slipped on my slippers and stood up, feeling a bit dizzy. My head throbbed, but I managed to move forward. I gripped my hairpin tightly, using it as a makeshift defense. As I stepped out of the room, I took in the grandeur of the mansion. It was huge, even bigger than mine, and beautifully decorated. The walls were painted white, and the hallway was adorned with various art pieces. The opulence suggested that my kidnapper was wealthy, which made me wonder what their motives were because it was clear that they don't need money from me.

“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.