The Aristocratic Heiress From The Countryside Novels & Stories

Everyone I hated in the Hernandez family had become a commoner, and I was the only one still in the office. It's not enough! I want to be someone with a lot of money and power. I don't want to feel inferior any more. I still have a long way to go, but my partner has suffered a huge blow. Azariah Windsor, an aristocratic girl who grew up adored, was abandoned by her father. Her father decided to kill her and let me prepare the poisoned wine. Poor Azariah. I'll never forget the first time I saw her. Among the many noble girls, she looked pretty and glamorous, very noble. I can't take my eyes off her.

She made him the only reason she was still alive. In the past, she would treat her love for him as her own little secret, not even considering it while she watched him and Esme mingling with each other. She told no one about it. She did not even dare to look at him when there were people around, for fear that her secret would be discovered. She was just a girl from the countryside. She could not compare to someone like Esme Manning, a person of blue blood from a grand household. Not only was she well-learned, but she was also a well-known socialite in their city of Gryphon as well as an accomplished pianist. Only she was worthy of him.

Here I am, behind them, curious why. "I am the one suitable to be the maid here!" "No! I should be!" "Oh, come on, we all know I am!" My jaw dropped. They're all fighting for the job as a maid? I noticed that the ladies here don't seem to be in need of money. Some of them here were even my rich schoolmates! What in the world are they even doing here, applying as a maid in a... I scanned my eyes all over the place and I gasped at the sight! What an enchanting castle! Isn't this the place where the famous billionaire lived?

, she narrated Imelda sat more closer to her, she couldn't keep her eyes off her " There's this friend of mine that lost her child years ago, and you what…. you're some months older than the baby. She lost the baby at three months and now is still worried to get the child back. That child is the Heiress of the most famous and wealthiest family in this country which is them…. since they couldn't find the child to take over the family's wealth, I want to take you to them as their child so you can get entangled with the wealths. And before they notice what's going on, we've taken everything from them…….", Candi explained to her hearing

It would set her free and break the contract. She closed her eyes. She would. Pray she would find the man in the new home. It was a land where magic happened and dreams came true. She might possibly found what she'd been looking for there. It was a countryside and she decided she liked the country men better than the dandy gents in the city. Oh, yes she adored the well-fashioned, preening beau when she was younger. They looked so graceful, so sophisticated. But a full month being with one of them, among them, had taught her that those men were nothing but cold, conceited, overpampered narcissists. She would never associate with the nobility again, for the rest of her life. Their superiority,

"Despite the passage of time, it seems that the Barretts remain unchanged." In a flash, Peyton strode forward and delivered a resounding slap to Ralph's cheek. "Who do you think you are to criticize Ms. Mia? Take a good look at yourself before passing judgment on others. Do you even have the right?" Stunned by the slap, Ralph turned to Mia. "Aren't you just a lowly orphan? How dare you call yourself an heiress?" A nearby journalist interjected, "Ms. Lane is not an orphan. She is the long-lost heiress of the Lane family, the foremost aristocratic household in Nord City."

I whispered under my breath. I clicked one. “That woman is dangerous. She should be arrested immediately.” I hadn’t processed the first one when another popped in, “Rich people think they can cover up crimes.” “Where is the missing heiress? Start with Grace Parker.” My grip tightened on the phone. “That’s not true,” I muttered. Another notification popped in, “ she’s acting innocent but she knows something.” I exhaled sharply and locked the screen. I barely knew anything about her But even as I said it, something unsettled me because the missing heiress…

Instead of rushing, she lay there for a moment, listening to the quiet of the house. She eventually got up and called Mrs. Harrington, explaining calmly that she wouldn’t be coming into work that day. The response was polite, understanding, but still formal. Just because she was the heiress didn’t mean expectations disappeared. Normally as the heiress, one would think she can come and go as she pleased, but Sylvie took pride in her work ethic. After ending the call, she freshened up and went downstairs. Ryan was already there. He was all dressed up and prepared as if they were still heading out together.

Every question, a thread I could tug. And then I uncovered the truth about her wealth. Not her current situation—fragile, a mirage—but the origins, the legacy she came from. Billion-dollar holdings. Property in three continents. Investments no one outside her family could touch. Old-money names whispered in boardrooms like sacred chants. She wasn’t the vulnerable woman Damon believed her to be. She was a queen hidden in rags. I could almost see Damon’s confusion now: he had loved her for what he thought was innocence, for what he thought was a delicate need. What would he feel when he realized the delicate woman he adored had claws, teeth, and a kingdom of her own?

"It had set the standard so high across different industries and set standards that are quite hard to catch up to. And as everyone knows, with every great legacy, the future must always be entrusted into capable hands. This is why Mr and Mrs Deveraux themselves have granted everyone here the honour of getting to meet the Heiress of this very own group." At the mention of that, the once quiet ballroom got overtaken by whispers and murmurs at every corner. Reporters who were at the back of the ballroom suddenly moved from their positions to ones that were nearer to the stage and where they could get a clearer view of what was happening. Diane could see everyone's eyes darting around, trying to