Roommate Flaunts Wealth And Encounters The True Heir Novels & Stories

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

After Hevel left, the person entered the room and reported, “Sir, those two troublemakers from Florence have arrived. They just had a conflict with Hevel...” Richard was lying in a chair. To his left and right were beautiful Flandonian girls, each with their unique charms, providing him with various services. “Hiss— Ah...” Richard moaned and slowly lifted his head. “Go and check how much money is in the cards they used to enter the auction house. “I want to see just how much these Florencians have to dare come to Flandom and compete with me… I’ll teach them a lesson today!” As the son of the person in charge, there was no comparing the wealth in his hands. He did not care about Andrius and t

"Did you just… hit me?" "Already lost a few brain cells from the impact?" I sneered and shook my hand to chase away the numbness. "Let this remind you who I am, dumbass. I'm the true heiress of the Blanc family. I wasn't adopted like Bella, so why the hell is she wearing my engagement dress?!" [4-Star Madness. Reward: 30,000,000 dollars.] Cha-ching. The rush was intoxicating, and so was the sudden jump in my bank balance.

Mine and Lucian's. A strange mix of laughter and tears bubbled up in my throat. Fate really did have a way of throwing me curveballs. Who would have thought that at twenty-five-so young, so unprepared-I'd be having a child? And not just any child. The heir of a billionaire mafia boss whose face I'd never even seen clearly. Good god. I shook my head to clear the fog, then started moving. The room was spacious, more like a small condo than an inn-plush furniture, soft curtains, extra t-shirts folded neatly on the bed. Everything looked expensive, like it belonged in a place far out of my reach.

He was Cyrus Richmond, the heir of a top-tier elite family in the capital circle and the second-highest spender on our server. As soon as she noticed me enter, Stacy sprang up from her seat. She pointed straight at me and cried out in injustice, "Heather! You shameless account thief, you finally dared to show up!" The room fell into immediate silence. All four men turned their attention to me at once. Lewis, Shadowfang, and Reviver also rose to their feet, instinctively positioning themselves as though to protect me. Upon seeing this, Stacy's tears spilled over like broken pearls. "Lewis, Shadowfang, Reviver, don't believe her! She's not Moonwalker at all. She's my roommate. With the backing

My stomach turned over. "What are those rooms for?" I asked even though I already knew the answer. "Private dances," Camilla said like it was the most normal thing in the world. "That's where the real money is." She knocked on a door at the end of the hall. A voice told us to come in. I followed her into an office that smelled like beer, cigarettes. Jo was sitting behind a desk covered in papers, empty bottles. He was older than I expected with gray hair slicked back, a suit that looked expensive but wrinkled like he had been sleeping in it for days.

That was real black truffle and caviar. That kind of taste could not possibly be fake. It had to be that bastard, Austin. He must have gotten greedy when he saw the money and kidnapped Lydia. Clenching my teeth, I took off the high heels that had been rubbing my feet raw and carried them in my hand. Barefoot, I stepped onto the asphalt and started walking toward my old place, one step at a time. I had to go back to the shared apartment. There had to be clues there.

Some whispered among themselves, while others shook their heads, passing judgment on us for what had just happened. I felt my face flush with embarrassment at being the center of attention, but Jack remained calm, as did his mother, as if this were an everyday occurrence. "You know you should stick to the plan, Jack," his mother reminded him before taking a long sip of champagne. "I won't do it anymore," he declared assertively, placing an envelope on the table that she didn't even bother to touch. "These are the documents that indicate I'm handing over my inheritance and all the responsibilities that come with it to you. From now on, I have nothing to do with this family."

My eyes felt itchy, I looked away, and a deep sigh followed. This file shows how much your father cared; I flipped to the final page. My breath hitched, there were so many zeros, I had to count them twice. I wasn't just a survivor; I was the owner of the empire Desmond had been trying to take.