Secret Heiress Novels & Stories

"I doubt it. She didn't know I would show up today. And she's the heiress of one of Sazaar's most elite families. She has too much money to rely on some scheme to pad her wallet. We don't even know each other." "You're in Sazaar now?" Metis snapped, and her focus sharpened. "And you're treating some elite heiress?" "Yes, ma'am." "And then what? The two of you hold hands, do something inappropriate with each other, and she falls head over heels for you?" she demanded. "Is this another one of your harem expansion quests?" I froze. "Wait, no. Please, God, no. Not now. This is an emergency. Can you help me out? Like a remote consultation."

"This is just between us. Don't share it with anyone." Shirley nodded right away. "Of course not. We've been friends since we were kids. I'd never do that to you." I chose my words carefully, keeping most of the details vague but making one thing clear. "I'm the Zeller family's heiress. I went missing as a child and was only found recently." "T-Then why haven't you made your identity public?" Shirley's eyes widened, her tone eager as she pressed further. "Was all this money given to you by the Zellers?"

It wasn't just a cold shoulder; it was a coordinated blackout. "Looking for a fan club, Wood?" A girl with platinum blonde hair and a blazer tailored to within an inch of its life stepped into my path. Sienna Rose. I recognized her from the tabloids—the heiress to a hotel empire and, according to the rumors, Roman’s shadow. "I'm just looking for the registrar," I said, keeping my voice "pure" and professional.

It had to be simple, undeniable, and a devastating confirmation of his greatest fear. She etched a single line: THE HEIR IS SECURED. She placed the empty velvet choker on the dusty pump. Then, she ran toward the rough, rocky cove where Mia had signaled the extraction point—a small, dark fishing dinghy, waiting silently in the shadows. Back at the penthouse, Julian found the empty veranda railing, the discarded choker, and the chilling realization that his wife hadn't collapsed—she had vanished. Blake’s internal security alarm screamed, red and insistent.

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION The characters, settings, and ideas in this work are purely fictional. Any resemblance is only a coincidence. THE HEIRESS: (Book 1: HER SECRET MISSION) ©plume alter (Ricki Ryce) Published on Goodnovel (2020). THE ORDEAL ∞≠∞ Tiffany was determined to join the brotherhood.

“You think I don’t know what he’s doing? I helped him draw the blueprints.” Julian blinked. She smiled. “You’re not the only heir playing a long game, Mr. Vince.” And that was when he realized: she wasn’t Crane’s weakness. She was his legacy. — Back in New York – Same Night Clarissa slammed the door open into the safehouse. “Aiden,” she called out. He looked up from his laptop, eyebrows furled. “What happened?” She held up a burner phone. “Emergency message. One of our contacts from Legal just went dark. But before that—he sent a code. It matches a set of offshore files buried under your dad’s name.”

“Ryan, I” “Oh, you didn’t hear?” another voice cut in. Livia. Elara’s expression immediately hardened. Her stepsister walked toward them slowly, her heels clicking softly, her face glowing with amusement. “Hear what?” Ryan asked, glancing between them. Livia let out a soft laugh. “That she’s not the heiress,” she said simply. Silence. Ryan blinked. “What?” Elara felt her stomach drop. “Livia, stop” she tried to say.

“Now it’s time for your truth.” I frown. “What truth, Grandma? That I didn’t really die two years ago? That I only hid until Father’s killer could be found?” She hesitates. Breath sharp. Then her gaze hardens, fierce, determined. “No. The truth I’ve hidden from everyone. That you, Alexa Hills, are the heiress to Hills Corps and Hills Fusion. And now, it’s time to announce you as the rightful owner.” I stare at her, stunned. The air rips out of my lungs.

And besides, it would be a little hypocritical of her to refuse him now on the basis of his wealth, when she had just unearthed laws making herself one of the youngest female CEO billionaires in history. Pot and kettle and all that. Feeling like her thoughts had been gathered, Abigail headed back to the house. But she decided to make a pit stop. She now knew that the uncultivated lands she had been so casually strolling on for months did not, in fact, belong to her father and were not part of his estate. But, Abigail supposed, no one had arrested her yet. So, she might as well take one last walk there. She was walking for a few minutes, when she heard a familiar voice.