My Heiress 소설 & 이야기

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.

"S-Sorry." "Look, miss, look what you've done! Damn---wait, are you Keisha Santillan?" My forehead creased because I know her; when she removed her glasses, my jaw dropped; she looks sophisticated. And if I'm not mistaken, she was a famous model and commonly known as the only heiress of Jacinto Entertainment. "Y-Yes, it's me," I don't know why I'm so nervous as we wait for our order. I don't know how she persuaded me; I was preoccupied. I really had a bad feeling about this; it seems like something will happen that I won't like.

Really odd! “I hate you, Hailey!" Aira snapped and it was like the wind changed. She felt fooled that all throughout the years that we're together. She had no idea that she's living with an heiress. Heiress of well-known shipping and cruise line around the world which she wished she could have the chance to experience.

"I haven't, why not tell me about it…" Imelda hissed out so loud glaring at the woman she ever regrets having a a mother. "The Zoren's family are inviting everyone to the welcome back ceremony of their Heiress…" she announced. Candi got on her feet forcefully, her eyes widened in great shock. "That must not be true, it can't happen… who the heck is the fucking heiress?" She screamed. Imelda let out a mocking smile. "Screaming won't solve the matter. The worst part of it, is that the Heiress is my maid…"

She looked away and bit her lip, muttering, “Grandma, I don’t want Harry anymore. I found a better man.” “What…?” The village chief looked at her with disbelief. “Dior, are you being serious?” She could tell that Dior treated Harry sincerely. How could she have fallen for another man so quickly? Dior did not want to explain anything. At this point, she was feeling worse. She quickly packed up and said, “Grandma, it’s true. I’m an heiress in Burlington, and Harry isn’t good enough for me.” “Huh?” The village chief was shocked.

I thought that my family had tried to find me so fervently, using every method they had, because they wanted to make up for lost time. It was only later that I knew that because Anna's identity as a fake heiress was found out by their competitor, everyone in the business shunned the Swans for abandoning their biological daughter, causing their stocks to plummet. That was why they tried to look for me, as if they'd gone mad. If not, they would've forgotten about me ages ago. Meanwhile, the others had already started slaughtering the seabirds with almost manic enthusiasm, muttering their achievements under their breath as they killed.

BLURB For three years, Seraphina gave everything she had to a man who never saw her clearly. She cooked, she endured, she stayed quiet through every insult his family threw at her, and she secretly kept his failing business alive from the shadows, without him ever knowing it was her. Then his first love walked back through the door, and Seraphina disappeared. She walked out as his invisible wife and came back as Seraphina Vaughn, the hidden heiress of the most powerful family in the country. The woman two dangerous older brothers would tear the world apart for, the woman every powerful man in the city now wants standing beside him. Damian thought she would come back within a week; bu

I was Celeste Kingsley, the heiress, the investor, and the woman no one could ignore. The world had no idea what was coming.

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.