The Aristocratic Heiress From The Countryside นิยาย & เรื่องราว

In a world shielded by ancient walls, seventeen-year-old Raina has spent her life surviving the shadows of a broken home, until the night the walls literally fall. When nightmarish creatures known as the Scourge shatter Millbrook’s centuries-old defenses and slaughter everything in their path, Raina loses her family and barely escapes with her life. Thrust into a shattered world of ash and terror, she joins a ragged band of survivors fleeing to the legendary Stronghold Keep. But safety is an illusion. The Scourge is not mindless—it is organized, intelligent, and building something monstrous. In a pulse-pounding raid against an alien fortress and its growing horrors, Raina must decide i

Standing at 5'8", with her delicate porcelain skin, vibrant green eyes, and soft auburn hair often styled in elegant waves, she carried an air of sophistication that was hard to ignore. Born as Lady Charlotte Whitmore, the only daughter of the Duke of Ashbourne, she grew up surrounded by the grandeur of English aristocracy. Despite the expectations placed upon her, she was known for her warm, compassionate nature and sharp intellect. She had been betrothed to the Duke of Ravenshire, a man of wealth and influence, but her heart was captured by Henry Masterson, a charming American businessman who visited her family’s estate. Defying tradition, she chose love over duty and followed Henry to Ame

'You can take your revenge by this engagement, you know that, right?' Receiving the note from her best friend Saffron, Scar sighed and turned to look outside of the car. Yes, Saffron was right. The Edwards family belonged to veteran aristocrats in this country, which meant that being their daughter-in-law would bring you endless wealth as well as strong power. And it was said that their heir was a young genius who got a god's face. But Scar was not sure whether it was true as she never had a chance to meet him before.

Before me was a middle-aged lady returning from the farm. “She isn't married up till now?” I arched my brows. “Why does her face seem familiar like we had met for once?” She dropped the basin she was holding and bowed to me. “Long live, Supreme Heiress!!” She isn't shocked that I was living, which means she and the hunter knew I was alive. I climbed down the veranda and took a good look at the side of her neck. I found the scar the hunter told me about and then pulled her into a hug.

Her name at least the one they gave her was Marcella DeRossi. Marcella DeRossi, she was the kind of woman people invented legends about an heiress wrapped in old money and mystery, with a lineage that stretched from crumbling villas in Naples to scandal-drenched summers on the French Riviera. Her presence was cinematic: distant, deliberate,

he asked, his voice low and steady. Isabella met his gaze, feeling the burn of determination in her chest. “I was born ready.” --- The drive to the villa was filled with a quiet tension, the landscape outside blurring as they made their way to their destination. Isabella couldn’t help but wonder about the men and women they were about to face, the elite who lived lives intertwined with secrets, power, and corruption. How many of them had blood on their hands, hidden under expensive suits and glamorous facades? The villa came into view, perched on a hill overlooking the city. Its architecture was grand, classical, and imposing—a perfect reflection of the kind of people who held their meetings