Novel & Cerita Pampered By Power: The True Heiress Returns

"That man will pay for every single thing he’s done to you." "No, Mom. I’ll take care of it myself," she insisted, straightening up with a steely glint in her eyes. "I’m taking my place at the company... and I’ve learned there’s someone out there pretending to be me. Her name is Amber Delgado." "That’s our maid’s daughter," her mother breathed, hand flying to her mouth. "Of course it is," Purple said, slumping back in her chair as she held up her empty finger. "That’s how she got the diamond ring you gave me for my twenty-first birthday—the ring that proves I’m an heir to the Hearts fortune."

After all, a man with such a background and such strong skills couldn't be ugly. Therefore, she said shamelessly, "I won't hide it from you. In actual fact, we met ages ago!" Upon hearing this, all her lackeys exploded. "Wow, Cece, you're amazing!" "The Hawkins heiress really is different from everyone else. You get all the firsthand resources. To think that in the whole of Pamore, you're probably the only person who's seen his real face!" "That's right! Cece, quick, tell us. What kind of person is this mysterious president?"

Behind that soft, quiet appearance lay a mind sharper than any lawyer’s, a knowledge deeper than any expert’s, and a will stronger than any empire’s. She was the girl everyone thought was foolish, hidden, or weak… but those dark, unwavering eyes told the real truth: she was the one holding all the power, the one who had been watching, waiting, and preparing all along. Calm, mysterious, terrifyingly smart, and utterly in control, this was Amara, the heiress they underestimated, and the ruler they could no longer ignore.

I point out. “Why would I need to give myself permission?” she asks. “Last I checked, I do whatever I want.” My blood boils. Is she saying what I think she’s saying? It looks like the heir apparent has earned herself a very glamorous promotion. Zandra Valderrama is now the head of the Valderrama Mafia Kingdom. “What’ll it be, boys?” she says. “I’ll give you back the properties, as well as all back earnings from the businesses, since my father acquired the rights.”

She looked calm, self-assured, and every bit the image of a successful professional. "While you're living like this, Anathea's living a very different life. Her floral studio has expanded overseas, and she's reunited with her biological parents. She's now the official heiress of the Lancaster family in Syntherra," Shirley said.

The stares of the guests were extremely intense, and I could hear whispers coming from all directions. I placed my hands elegantly atop each other, gracefully bending my hips forward with my eyes closed. "Heir of the Di Santoro family and Celti'ki. I, Artemis White - Princess of Europe and heiress to the White family - grant permission for you to place 'La Piaga Rossa' on my sacred body. Thus, I grant you the title 'Prince Consort', as my future husband", I replied, my words confident. Practiced. I'd been practising such a phrase since childhood, so that when my fated partner came along, I wouldn't make a single mistake. Who knew I would be using it here, now, with someone who wasn't my fate

For her eighteenth birthday, Alicia received a private estate. At eighteen, I was washing dishes in a greasy kitchen sink, my hands raw from labor, scrubbing my way to fund Dominic's critical final year of high school. "She used to call herself a little princess," he said, momentarily lost in the memory. "So the house was designed to resemble a castle." He smiled faintly, but the second his eyes landed on me, the coldness returned. "Since you've chosen to come back," he said coolly, "as the future heiress of the Rodney family, I have a few things to make clear."

"That's enough!" Derek suddenly yelled, glaring at me with pure contempt. "Let me tell you the truth—I'm the heir of the Astor family. When my parents get here tomorrow, forget a few dozen—I could give you hundreds! Thousands! You're nothing but a pathetic loser. Who are you to humiliate me?" With that, he shoved past me and ran out. Estelle's face darkened as she snapped at me, "Happy now? You really did hit your head. Now nobody's happy. Just pack your things and come with me!"