Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns Novels & Stories

He doesn't care all he wants to know is what happened to her, that hidden pain she hid in her eyes he would love for her to open up to him. He arrived on the stable ground with a rose in his hand as he approached her, Aurora is more like the rose in his hands. It's a deceptively soft and beautiful plant that sported sharp thorns along its stem. Not just any thorn, but sharp thorns that pierces, but still those thorns did not make her any less appealing to him. For reasons he couldn’t comprehend, they only made him want to delve deeper, to peel back her layers and see what he might uncover.

Talia narrowed her eyes at me. "Let me make this clear to you. The next time you dare to lay your filthy hand on my boyfriend, consider yourself fired!" Talia declared, and Mr. Adam nodded. "Got it, ma'am," he responded, like Talia was his madam. "Do you hear my daughter? She is the only heiress of the Maddox Corporation. If you go against my daughter, you are also going against her father and me. But I will let this slide," Rose chimed in, her voice laced with venom.

The heavy rain had subsided into a low, cold mist hanging over the Chicago skyline. Inside the private chapel tucked into the executive level of Vance Tower, the air was thick with the scent of beeswax candles and damp velvet. There was no music, no guests, and no white veil. ​Maya stood before the small mahogany altar, the floor-length emerald green silk gown whispering against her heels with every breath she took. The heavy antique diamond choker cold against her throat was a stark reminder of who she was supposed to be: Arthur Harrington’s sole legitimate heir.

I answered. “You got into an accident, Miss. You were hit by a vehicle, but many believe that it’s not just an accident. So, until now, the investigation is still ongoing. It has been almost a month that you were unconscious, Miss so we’re thankful now that you’re awake. You don’t have an idea how worried we are,” the maid answered. “What again did you call me a while ago? What’s my name?” I asked. “You are Miss Victoria. Victoria Katherine Mera, the unica hija of the chief,” she answered. Wait, what? Did I hear it correctly? Victoria Katherine Mera? The antagonist on the story ‘Roses & Thorns’?! Am I still dreaming?

When in truth, the castle was filled with rotten histories. "Is that wrong?" Gabriella sneered. "Rose, Rose, Rose. Your name sounds like the first blooming flower and you always behave as if you are one. But then all I see is a scheming thieving cat who had stolen the heart of the man her sister fancied and now wanting to rob my luxurious life! You are stupid and naive! Never think that what you have now is yours because it had never been yours! Did the sight of brilliant wealth blinded you to remember that you are a simple village girl?"

I wanted to call out for help, but a part of me suspected I might be kidnapped, and alerting whoever was holding me might not be the best idea. I slipped on my slippers and stood up, feeling a bit dizzy. My head throbbed, but I managed to move forward. I gripped my hairpin tightly, using it as a makeshift defense. As I stepped out of the room, I took in the grandeur of the mansion. It was huge, even bigger than mine, and beautifully decorated. The walls were painted white, and the hallway was adorned with various art pieces. The opulence suggested that my kidnapper was wealthy, which made me wonder what their motives were because it was clear that they don't need money from me.

And that someone used to be Shane Ryder until Clare claimed him as hers. That night was one of the worst ones I’ve ever experienced. So I push the thought to the back of my mind. Clare is still talking my ear off about how amazing everything looks when two girls walk towards us and I immediately want to run away. It’s Megan Rose and Eden Park, Clare Haistings friends. They both look absolutely amazing in their matching satin oval green dresses and strappy heels. They’ve always matched and I thought it was childish at first then I realized that Clare encourages it only because she looks like a main character when she’s with them.They are mean girls that Clare uses to hide behind in order to k

No one was at her side, even her mother was busy navigating the problems of the company and the family. She wants to know Enzo's weakness so as to bring him down. She knows he is the rightful heir to the throne and his new found Mafia power can help bring Evelyn Down. So her mother wouldn't even pay attention to her complaints concerning Alex. She reluctantly walked up the stairs nursing the pain and anger she felt within her. **** On the other side of the world was Enzo who held tightly to a piece of paper. That paper was like the dearest thing in his life at the moment. It was his beloved stephenie.

At least, hers did. Esther. God, she hates me. It’s written all over her perfectly made-up face, hidden beneath layers of artificial charm. The way she clutched Roy’s arm, fingers digging into his sleeve like I was a ghost that had come back to haunt her. And maybe I was. Maybe I wanted to be. I can’t stand her. Not just because she married my fiancé, but because she stole the life I was supposed to have. The love. The family I had envisioned. She walked in and took everything, leaving me to bleed in the aftermath.

And as a family, it was our duty to welcome her back in the grandest style imaginable. I stood by the doorway of Leila’s room, watching her as she sat before the large gold-rimmed mirror, admiring herself with an unbothered smile. She was dressed in a blush-pink satin gown, the kind that shone as she moved, every inch designed to flaunt wealth. The gown’s off-shoulder design revealed her slender neck, while pearl earrings dangled softly beside her cheeks. She looked exactly as Wellington should. Delicate, polished, enviably untouchable.