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"Khloe, do you think we're all idiots? You know the Morrison heiress, fine. But familiar as your own family? Then how are you even here?" Denise shook her head, flabbergasted. Khloe had really outdone herself this time. This was almost self-immolation by arrogance. Someone couldn't help but tease. "Khloe… are you going to say next that you are the Morrison heiress, the one who inherited billions?" The comment made even the classmates who had viewed Khloe favorably shift uncomfortably. Everyone had come to reminisce, not to play games of pretense and status. Khloe's smile widened. "Exactly. You got it right. I am the Morrison family's only heir, inheritor of billions."

I was also going to show off mine in her face. Without letting go of Tristan's hold, I took a step closer to her, and narrowed my eyes at her. I was sure she could see my serious, fierce, and angry look. I wanted her to take note of it so badly. ''You're trying to run your mouth about the family you came from,'' I started slowly, kissing my teeth in the process, ''Have you heard of the powerful Winters family?'' seeing the confused look on her face, I continued, ''Go and make your research about them, and then come back to talk to me. I'm the first and only heiress of the family,''

Then he exclaimed, “Fifty million going once? Fifty million going twice, fifty million going thrice!- Congratulations! This pretty lady in a silver dress will now be the possessor of this set of jewelry.” Many people had joined the bidding, but only one winner emerged. No one could believe their eyes or ears, especially Lucas Harrison and the girl sitting beside him who looked ghastly pale. “No way! She can't afford that money.” “But she just did! Who exactly is she?” “Oh, she's Heidi. Heidi Olsen. How could they think that they could contend with the wealthiest heiress in Phoenix City?” The man who spoke was the same middle-aged man who just uncovered Heidi's identity.

The four of us stared at the photocopy of the property transfer agreement, fear written all over our faces. Our ages matched the real heiress. While we had already tried to claim the family, every single one of us ended up dead. So was there really an heiress here? "Is it possible there isn't an heiress here at the orphanage, and you're looking in the wrong place?" Rebecca Vargas cautiously asked Yvette Warren, secretary to billionaire Orson Cox. The smile on Yvette's face never changed. "Mr. Cox already confirmed it. The heiress is here. We just don't know which one of you she is yet."

" I yelled, trying to snatch my phone back. Someone suddenly grabbed my arm just then. It was Michelle. She had plastered an insincere smile on her face as she forcefully dragged me into a bedroom. "Come here. I have something to discuss with you!" As soon as the door was shut behind us, the fake smile immediately disappeared from her face. "How could you be so unreasonable, you brat? Isabella is the only heiress of the richest woman in Andaysia! She even has a son with Lucas! How could you ever possibly measure up to her?

she said and paused "The winner of this task is already known to us since I called everyone's income out and so, Mitchell Campbell is the new heiress to the Campbell's properties" she announced "What?!! That's not possible grandma! How can you allow her to rule over us? You know how grumpy she is already. If you make her the heiress, she will be so full of herself and won't have regard for anyone" John said "I never mentioned attitude when I gave you the tasks. Mitchell won this so you have to accept her as the heiress and put in your best next time" Grandma said

My mother-in-law stood in the doorway of what was supposed to be my home, looking at me like I was dirt on her expensive shoes. "He'll be here," I said quietly, even though we both knew I was lying. Margaret laughed, the sound was cold and cruel. "My son is working late with Victoria. You know, someone actually important? Someone who understands business? Not some nobody he picked up from God knows where." My fingers tightened around my phone. I wanted to scream that I understood business better than Victoria ever could, that I could buy and sell the Blackwell family fortune ten times over, that I was Elena Sterling, hidden heiress to Sterling Global, one of the largest corporations in the c

Big time. He took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "You're an heiress to one of the most powerful companies in Canada," he said, his tone shaking with frustration. "Do you even realize who you are? This life you’re living, it isn’t worth it. You don’t have to put up with him. You don’t owe him anything."

Carlos asks in his broke English and we do indeed start. Documents are exchanged, explanations and commitments are made by each side, the official translator from Spanish and English doing a hell of a good job to keep things simple and relay the details to each party. Katerina is to be the sole heir to the estate, Pedro’s accounts and businesses, except for half of the main house, a small trust fond in my name and some small piece of land that directly goes to the local school.

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’