Heiress Takes All Novels & Stories

“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.

The creatures weren't just destroying the walls; they were destroying everything, and they moved with purpose, with coordination, as if they weren't mindless beasts but something far more sinister. "Raina!" My mother again, more frantic now. And beneath it, I heard footsteps—my stepfather's heavy boots thundering up the stairs. The spell broke. I spuned away from the window and ran for the door, my mind suddenly flooding with survival instinct. The house lurched beneath my feet—an actual physical lurch, as if the ground itself was trembling. Dust rained down from the ceiling, and I heard the crack of wood splitting as the structure groaned under stress.

He said. "I've been working my butt off for everyone all my life" "And It's time for me to step down and enjoy the rest of my life" I was so shocked. Don't tell me. "It's time to introduce the new successor of Madden Group of Hospitals and Madden Realty Group" No way. Not yet. "Let me introduce to you, my one and only heiress, the reason for all of my hard work. Soline Madden" My mouth dropped. I want to throw tantrums at dad but everyone is looking at me including the men I slept with.

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.

It was the first time they had a glimpse of the charming and sweet princess of the Wright empire resembled her brothers' cold fierceness. "We are overly concerned with trivialities. That's bad bad bad" Like a child, Lissie Wright waves her index in the air while facing Shella. Displeased by the spectacle the latter created. Shella stiffens and pales while anxiously gaping at the heiress. Even her staff was dumbfounded. "Have a great day ahead, everyone" after the tense moment. Lissie Wright announces with a smile for everyone. Vague murmurs of greetings resonated from the crowd. Some are still too stunned to respond after their discovery of the heiress's temperament.

The words hit like a live wire: In the event the line of legal heirs is compromised, all designated Cross assets revert to Alina Rivers. For a second, I just stare. Then a slow, sharp smile pulls at my mouth. “Of course,” I whisper. “You brilliant bastard.” Because that clause doesn’t just name me, it gives me leverage over the Cross empire itself. If Nathaniel’s line is tainted, if Elena’s power play crumbles, then everything falls straight into my hands. I lean back, laugh once—low, bitter, satisfied. Checkmate’s closer than they think. The phone buzzes again. Theo.

c were here already as efforts were made to retrieve the body. Few hours later after continuous search of Nathan's car hoping to find his body,his body was found at the shores of the ocean at the beach. Nathan was dead. His death threw his family into a state of distress, especially his father who had no other heir except his daughter. Dr. Vanguard had looked up to his son as the only hope of a suitable heir. He had envisioned a bright future for his corporation as long as it falls into the hands of his son—Nathan Vanguard.

And those who had wronged me would soon understand that. I would rebuild. And when I did, they would all see exactly who Isabella Laurent truly was. The heiress. The queen. The one they could never break.

Though quiet, the words reached my ears loud and clear. Sally's lips curled into a faint, mocking smile when she saw me. With a delicate hand, she smoothed her dress and said, "Well, if it isn't Rachel, who claims to be Sanfiric Inc.'s heiress. Showing up to a graduation ceremony dressed like that?" Her remark triggered a burst of laughter from the surrounding students. "Ha! Just look at her, she's dressed worse than me and still dares to compete with Sally." "Right? She's so deep in her delusion she actually believes she's some kind of heiress."