The Broken Heiress Is The Real Power Player Novels & Stories

"I'll get your usual caramel latte with extra whip, right?" I smiled, she remembered. "Yeah." Natalie hurried off, returning minutes later with my drink and a giant blueberry muffin. "On the house," she said, plopping into the chair across from me. "Now SPILL. How does a billionaire heiress end up working a normal job and hiding her identity?" I took a sip of the latte perfect, as always before sighing. "Long story." "We've got time," Natalie said, propping her chin on her hands.

Without her power and influence, there was nothing she could do. At that point, Thomas could deal with her however he wanted—it’d be easy to make her life a living hell. “But… she’s got Stellar on her side…” “She’s just an aerospace engineer. Even if she’s basking in the spotlight right now, do you really think she can help Suzy navigate this crisis?” The fact that Stellar was the heiress of Southport’s wealthiest family hadn’t come to light yet, so Victor merely saw her as a woman with a bit of brains and fame—nothing to be concerned about.

#Heiress Chloe Davenier Proudly Rejects Billionaire Marriage Deal—Westvale Playboy Diego Publicly Dumped! Esther gave a cold smile, then tapped open the message. The comments caught her eye immediately… [So she really is a true heiress. That kind of boldness is on a whole different level. So what if it’s the Westvale family? Even if it’s the richest family, if you don’t like it, the engagement can be broken off without delay!] [A true heiress is always so domineering. If it were that adopted daughter instead, she’d be stuck and couldn’t break off the engagement no matter what!]

She was practically jobless and how she survived in this city was amusing. Nobody could judge her social skills even if they tried. She was a bonafide social climber and she did it so well, rumors had it though that she had shackled herself to the wrong billionaire. Adrian Hales was a ‘soon to be’ bankrupt person and it was going to be a beautiful reality for Cassie. Good thing society will still be there and the rude world will still rotate, she frowned at the thought and it was about the same time that they stepped into Dan’s office.

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

My gaze rests on the pale heiress, accessing her. Even while she stands, appearing unimpressed by all in her sight, a ring of naive men surrounds her, fawning over the front of apathy and standoffishness she's erected. Though, surely not only that wall of dispassion must have risen amidst those incompetent creatures. I broke through that fence years ago, once upon a soulless night, to understand that all about her which glitters and entices the weak are but from a false sense of bravado.

Heiress. The word slid into place like a key in a lock. Heiress. The media had called me an heiress. Not just Blake’s empire. Not just his name on buildings and glossy magazines. Cassie Huntington brought something to the table too. Old money. Dead parents. Trust funds. Investments maybe. My own war chest. Assets. Power. What was I worth? Was it enough to destroy Richard, and by extension, Gemma? I settled back against the pillows. I needed information, and Blake was standing right here.

His grip was tight, anger radiating off him. I yanked my hand free, taking a step back to avoid him. My eyes moved to her—the woman in the strapless dress who was supposed to be marrying the man who’d destroyed me. She met my gaze with a smug smile, like she didn’t have a care in the world, like nothing I could say or do would crack her perfect little world. It only made me angrier. Turning toward the crowd, I let my voice carry as I swung my gaze back to Roy. “Did you think you could knock me up and then marry another bitch?”

The sound of the vase shattering and my furious roar echoed through the entire hall. Hearing what I said, the crowd burst into mocking laughter. "She must be really sick in the head. First she pretended to be the richest woman's granddaughter, and now she's claiming to be the heir of the company? That's beyond ridiculous." "Exactly. Even if she was the richest woman's biological granddaughter, it's not like a woman would ever inherit the company. After all, the richest woman has two grandsons."

“Forget it. It doesn’t matter who you are. You have no right to impersonate my sister.” William placed an arm around my shoulders and turned to face everyone. “Let me introduce her properly. This is my younger sister, Bailey. “Starting today, she is officially returning to headquarters as vice president.” The people who had been defending Freya just moments ago immediately changed their tune and started praising me instead. “So she’s the real heiress. I knew it. She has that kind of presence.” “Exactly. The real heiress kept a low profile for years. Of course she wouldn’t come in shouting about who she was. Freya’s act was way too obvious.”