Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns Novels & Stories

I rose from the chair with a dramatic flair, letting the fabric of my red and gold uniform swirl around my legs. “This little rebellion? These… starwoven games?” I sneered. “It ends. I’ll make sure of it.” I clicked away from the room, victorious. Each step rang with purpose. Let Rowyn have her shadows and starboys. I had the Accord. I had power. And soon? I’d have Kalyx back, too. __________________ Professor Thornhall POV The door clicked shut behind her. I let it linger for a moment, watching the smug little noble girl flounce away in her fire toned silks and highborn entitlement. She was too arrogant to realize she was already dancing in the palm of my hand.

My mother-in-law stood in the doorway of what was supposed to be my home, looking at me like I was dirt on her expensive shoes. "He'll be here," I said quietly, even though we both knew I was lying. Margaret laughed, the sound was cold and cruel. "My son is working late with Victoria. You know, someone actually important? Someone who understands business? Not some nobody he picked up from God knows where." My fingers tightened around my phone. I wanted to scream that I understood business better than Victoria ever could, that I could buy and sell the Blackwell family fortune ten times over, that I was Elena Sterling, hidden heiress to Sterling Global, one of the largest corporations in the c

Leaning down, he offered his hand to bring her up. Rose looked at the offered hand longingly, debating if she should follow the rules or just have fun… as the boy started to wiggle his fingers she grasped his hand and jumped up onto the side of the fence panel. The ladies were all so engrossed in ogling the soldiers and their muscles that no one noticed her for once and she could at last have some real fun! Giving the boy her attention, Rose introduced herself; “thank you for helping me get a better view young sir, I do love watching! My name is Rose Duncaster, heiress to this manor.”

She read it again, even though the letters blurred through the film of tears she hadn’t realized she was holding back. Eli wasn’t Duke’s. The maid’s words replayed in her head, one sentence at a time, cruelly calm and deliberate. “Lisa is carrying Mr. Sallow’s true heir. That’s why he wants nothing to do with you. Or with the child.” Rose’s throat tightened. At first, she wanted to scream. She wanted to throw the folder, to tear it, to destroy something, anything, but her hands refused to move. Instead, she just sat there, numb, her body too exhausted to rage.

The air inside the grand hall was thick and heavy, a blend of expensive floral arrangements, heated bodies underneath expensive perfumes, and the stemch of jealousy. Cassandra was standing near a tall table holding an impressive vase, but she wasn't impressed by it. Nor was she intimidated by the surrounding people around her and their extensive display of wealth. No, Cassandra felt cold. The kind of cold that you felt in your bones, the kind that came with not possessing what you thought was yours completely and absolutely.

To prove that my biological parents had deliberately switched her, the real heiress, with me, she spread plenty of malicious gossip about them. But I remembered that her parents were both university professors. I had once wondered how a child like her could come from such a background. Even Percy, hearing about the things she had done, had been skeptical because of her parents' reputation. Now, listening to her slander, I found it all the more repulsive. … That evening, after dinner, Bella sneaked into my room. She looked around, her eyes reddening at the sight of the luxurious decor. She put on a pitiful expression and began her performance.

To think that you're this shameless for not wanting to let Charles go! Heather still needed to get home in order to continue packing her luggage. She didn't want to deal with the socialites, so she turned to leave. Little did she know that those socialites' actions would become more unreasonable. "Oh? The ugly duckling still wishes to transform into a beautiful white swan! Keep dreaming, why don't you?" "If not for the fact that Anne had flown abroad, do you really think someone like you can become Charles' wife?" "Don't you know how inferior you are?"

“So I should thank the woman who destroyed my family? Who seduced my husband and stole my daughter away from me?” I stood there, tears blurring my vision as Lucas smiled for the cameras, cutting the cake with her, snapping photos with her, celebrating with her while I stood in the shadows like a ghost. I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned to leave, ready to find peace, anywhere but not here. I was leaving the party when I heard. “Rose! Rose!” Someone called. I stopped. I looked back and I frowned when I saw Catherine. What does she want? Hasn't she done enough?

While it doesn't really bother me because I know I'm gorgeous and do not need anyone to tell me that or otherwise, it is exhausting to stand about and listen to five nitwits whose brains are filled with nothing but the hottest guys in town and high fashion in Vogue spout insults and play tricks on me. I once considered calling them out on their bullshit or even giving one of them a black eye at some point but Ella beat me to it. She's not exactly the most patient person when it comes to dealing with people and she's pretty tough. As the only scholarship students in our year, it's quite easy to identify us as we're required to wear a ‘pride brooch’ as it's called. It's supposed to make us pro

“1 hour 13 minutes and 40 seconds to get the money. If I’m not back by then, not a second early, you can throw my father out.” I pivoted from her and dashed out of the ward. ***** [Doctor Rose POV] She watched with a heavy heart as the young heiress disappeared behind the closing door. After a helpless sigh, she turned to the coma patient and gave him a weak smile. “You’re right, Harold. She’s got the Lux’s gift of calculation, and she’s a real bone breaker.”