Novel & Cerita Scammed In Love Crowned At Home The Heiress Returns

She shook her head, looking like she was holding back laughter. "Okay," she said, "I am Isabella Domitia, heiress to the Domitia fortune, and I have an offer for you." Isabella Domitia. I know that name. The Domitia family is one of the wealthiest families in Goldcrest City. "Let me guess," I said, "in return, you want me to keep your elopement a secret." "Exactly," she replied. "If you do that, I'll let you go to my home and be Isabella Domitia instead."

"You're delusional. Aiden would never leave Samantha for you. He loves her." "Oh, my dear Linda, love is so fleeting, isn't it? Sure, Aiden may think he loves Samantha now, but that's only because he hasn't been given the opportunity to truly experience my charm," Estella purred, leaning forward with a wicked gleam in her eye. "And believe me, once he's had a taste of what I have to offer, he'll forget all about Samantha." Linda's jaw clenched, her hands balling into fists at her sides. "You're sick, Estella."

Not until the entertainment segment flashed on. “...breaking tonight: Billionaire Alexander Blackwell pops the question to attorney Evelyn Carter in a fairy-tale proposal. Sources say it happened at her law firm, surrounded by colleagues and candlelight. The ring? A stunner with emeralds to match her eyes. Wedding bells expected this summer.” The screen cut to a grainy paparazzi shot: Alex and Evelyn stepping out of a restaurant, her hand lifted to shield her face, that rock catching the flash. She leaned into him, laughing. He kissed her temple like she was something precious.

“Dad—” “Now, Jacob.” The hall outside was all marble and silence. Brian lit a cigarette, flicking ash onto a Ming vase. “You still owe me fifty grand for the boat.” Jake stared at the closed study door. “He’s getting older.” “And?” “And he’s scared.” Brian blew smoke at the ceiling. “Good. Maybe he’ll finally drop dead.” The elevator dinged. A maid scurried past, eyes downcast. Jake’s phone buzzed—a “Times” alert: Vanguard Group Secures Brunei Energy Deal, Outbids Reagan Conglomerate. He swiped it away. “What now?”

Two years ago, her best friend had warned her, but being blinded by love, she thought the girl didn’t want her to be happy. She ignored all the warnings and didn’t show up at the church. She took her credits card and eloped to London with Felix. Fortunately for her, before her card got blocked, she had already purchased some important things they’d be needing. She sponsored her wedding with Felix, gave him money to buy the house they lived in, and opened a small supermarket with the one left. Things were going fine for them, she was with the man she loved and they were married, only to find out few weeks ago that it was a one sided love.

On went the midnight blue dress, dripping in diamonds. The mask... a silver and sapphire masterpiece slipped over my face. Steadying my breath, I stepped out. Then... The announcer’s voice rang through the ballroom. “Ladies and gentlemen, The reason for this party, let's welcome on stage the Heiress of Lancaster Group of Company... Miss Sophia Lancaster!” Gasps. Whispers. The crowd stilled. Sophia Lancaster was back. No one had seen her face and today wasn't going to be an exception.

My words were courted with my emotions as I called him out. How could he be so cruel and casual about this? What kind of a man monster is he. “Just sign the papers, Rahne. We both know you married me for my money and I’m wiling to let you walk away with fifteen million dollars. That should be enough to compensate your dedication.” “I-“ the line beeped and I checked to see he has hung up. Furious, and about to call him back- another call him. This time, it was from one of my brothers. The eldest.

Her brows knitted and she chewed on her bottom lip as she read out loud. “Hello, my wonderful fans. It's been a long ass time, but your baddest bitch is back, and she's back with loads of drama! Eek! The last time I brought the tea, you all called me a marriage destroyer and all sorts of names, but look how that turned out. I saved their marriage-by destroying it nonetheless-but at least no one is being lied to. Both spouses are happily separated. As always, I bring out the truth. Now, I have returned with more juicy stories. There is a billionairess out there whose husband is squandering her family's money (on me) just because she's infertile. There's more to the tea than meets the eye.

My heart started pounding as I scrolled through them. News headlines, with pictures and Tweets. “Senator Rivera’s daughter sold to Sicilian mafia boss Azrael Valenti.” “Who is Celeste Rivera? The senator’s scandalous secret.” #MafiaPrincess #RiveraDeal #AzraelValenti There were photos too. Me in the gardens. Me standing on the balcony. Me getting into Azrael’s car. All over the internet. “Oh my god.” My throat went dry. Enzo took a step back. “Celeste, I didn’t—”

Alejandro Motener chastises me and I can’t, for the life of me, hold the giggle. “No, sir, of course not,” I reply and it’s Eva who’s giggling now at the absurdity of this thing. “I take this inheritance business veeeery seriously.” Eva snorts another laugh and then I start laughing too even when I have to hold the phone away so he won’t hear. People stare when they pass by us and the scammer continues talking but I mute the microphone so he won’t hear us. There are sparrows chirping in the trees above us, making this whole thing seem even more dramatic than it actually is and I am living for it.