Heiress Takes All Novels & Stories

Every lie buried in legal words I hadn't read carefully enough. "The board already decided," Dad continues, like this is just another routine matter. "Natasha will take your place as heiress. Alexander keeps his shares and position. The announcement goes out next week." "And I just... disappear?" My voice is steady now, the shock turning into cold understanding. "Everyone will forget I existed?" "Not at all." Natasha stands, smoothing her perfect suit. "You'll be remembered as the brilliant but troubled heiress who, sadly, couldn't handle the pressure. We'll speak of you with sympathy at charity events."

Her hair was crowned with small woven crystals and wildflowers, she looked like a love fairy, lips soft pink and her beautiful big eyes glowing. Every Alpha and Luna from the allied packs stood and turned in awe. And every one of them saw what Kayden already knew, she was power and grace and defiance wrapped in one body. But most of all …..she was his. He couldn’t take his eyes off her , he took her in whole. She was beautifully crafted and was most definitely a the king worlds 8th wonder. In the crowd Maria and her children were present to , she promised she’d be there and would never miss her daughters mating ceremony even if it meant her health was endangered.

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.

He didn't look homeless, and one can tell from one glance that he is well-read. The truth is I was not finding any of his questions funny as I felt miserable and pained from all the embarrassment I had earlier encountered. I pulled down my shirt for him to see out of annoyance. “Here it is sir, it is a fucking birthmark and I hate it, I will gladly give you if you want it," I said in frustration. “I'm so sorry to bother you my lady, but I happen to come from London, and this mark of yours is a mark that is mostly associated with the royal family, I think if that mark is real, that you may be a princess,” he said, looking surprised at his own words.

"It has a GPS. It can tell us the location of each other so keep it with you all the time. Do you understand?" "And where did you get this?" I questioned. Quinn shook her head in disbelief. "Really? You're looking at the heiress of the House of Elle. Do you really think I'm gonna let them do this to us? I have money to fvck them up." My eyes widened at her revelation. "What did you do?"

Elsie expressed. “Not every ladies’ dream, only the unserious fellows like you,” he split out. “And I am saying it right to your face now. You can never be an option. Not even at the present of no option other than you.” She bent to the left side and crossed her hands across her chest, snickering, “those are just words of tongue. I mean, it’s a slip of tongues. I am beautiful and well endowed. I am from a conglomerate heiress from the biggest family in the city,”

“A billionaire's daughter?” “Almost there, try again.” This time, I get it right. “An heiress.” “Yes! That's right, flower girl. You're an heiress, which means you've thirty percent of the power that sugar daddy has, and do you know what that means!?” I shake my head tentatively, and Maisie divulges. “It means you control the mafia as much as he does. It means you can host a party. When I say a party, I mean a very hot, very sexy, very orgasmic party, and induct yourself as their heiress. It means you can…flirt around with the guys, do some exotic dance, and guess who'll be running to you in the next minute?”

"I am thrilled to announce that I had chosen my granddaughter Calista as my heiress." Calista's eyes expanded to the size of fists as she gaped at the Queen Mother, who was now praising her with an ear-splitting smile. Calista's hearing appeared to fade as she watched her fellow tribesmen applaud her. She couldn't believe what had just occurred. She looked at their table for her peers, but all she saw was Hera, who was also cheering her on from the crowd. She looked for her cousin Althaia but couldn't find her.

“As the heiress of the Harrington, you'll become your grandparent's successor, giving you two spots in the council, which puts you above those with one spots, meaning you'd have double vote rights. But it would mean nothing if you don't have loyal friends and allies who would support your voice with their votes.” My chest tightened. “Me?” Her lips curved into the faintest of smiles. “Yes. You are the first branch heiress. Which means, Adele, you are one of the few people in this room who could one day decide how this country is run.” I didn’t breathe for a moment. The idea was too heavy, too impossible. Me? The woman who just eight months ago was ignorant of the outside world?

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.