Novel & Cerita The Country Heiress' Secret Identities

The atmosphere shifted to a laid-back tea party setting. Between sips of tea, Helma answered the host's occasional questions. When the host hinted at a more personal inquiry, she replied, with a touch of indifference, "If you're second-guessing it, perhaps it's best left unasked." Unfazed, the host continued, chuckling, "It’s not a deeply guarded secret, you know. Greenville’s buzzing about your past ties with a certain gentleman from Guller Group. Rumor has it that he was unaware of your true identity as the heiress of the King Family during your marriage. Any truth to that?"

Shella cringed at the thought that crossed her mind. "You have a crush on Sir Lucas, too, Shella. I could accept it if he had chosen one of us. But not that brat. We don't even know where she came from" She was exasperated. "Is she a secret heiress like Madame Skye? I don't think so. She is too pathetic for such drama" She rolled her eyes and scoffed in contempt. "I'm a heiress but it's not a secret. Not a pathetic too"

I look at her as she smiles, then she stands up. She begins her speech. “As you all know, the Hera Consortium activities were supposed to stop after the death of the former president and his missing daughter. The former president made it clear that his daughter would be his successor after he left. Because of the missing daughter, we couldn’t continue business, so it was put to a halt. Now, his daughter has arrived, the new Hera president, and the Hera Queen, Katherine!” She motions to me, and they all chant again, “Welcome back, Your Highness!”

Another wealthy businessman raises an eyebrow, "That would be quite the scandal, wouldn't it? A female heir with the same ruthlessness as the riches Chinese trillionaire, Chairman Hao." The atmosphere buzzes with intrigue as the high society members speculated on Sarah's intentions and whether she aims to wield her newfound influence in a way that could rival her grandfather's legacy. As Sarah's presence at her grandfather's wake made headlines, articles online began to resurface, each one painting a picture of the enigmatic heiress in their own way. The titles of these articles were overwhelmingly favorable, portraying her as a brilliant, wise, and even ruthless female heir, often likening

- - - Back in Eldoria, as soon as the gala ended and all the guests had left in carriages and moonlit walks, Catherine beckoned her mother to wait while she returned to the staff cloakroom to grab her bag. The room lights were dim, a few staff were also there. Catherine found her purse tucked in the corner. As she lifted it, she noticed the zipper was slightly open. Someone’s been in my bag, she thought. She unfastened it and inside, she saw a scrap of paper marked by red lipstick. “One secret leads to another. Tonight is just the beginning.” Her stomach flipped. Digging deeper, her hand brushed something hard. She pulled out a single diamond earring. The same one that glittered on Katarina’

Melissa didn't know that Elara, the girl from five years ago who Melissa always thought of as a cheap gold digger and orphan, was none other than the heiress the Hales were talking about. Wait….If Christian Miller is engaged to the prestigious Hale heiress, the daughter of Katherine Hale…..then what is Elara doing with him? Melissa thought, her mind racing hard with many questions and thoughts. And that's when a twisted logic began to take place in Melissa’s evil mind. She didn't know that Elara was E.H. Only if she knew the real identity of the Hale heiress. "Oh, this is perfect," Melissa whispered to herself, a cold and chilling laugh escaping her throat. "This is absolutely delicious."

I said as I sat back down and tried to keep the irritation out of my voice. "Forget the investors you already have and start thinking about the one who just landed back in the country, because word is that the Great Thorne Heiress—the real one, the one with the trust fund that hasn't been touched in three years—is looking for a new project to dump her excess capital into," Beatrice said, and I felt a sudden jolt of electricity run through my chest that made me sit up straight.

“All of you can return to wherever you came from.” “No,” Mr. Sterling said suddenly. Everyone turned to him. “Maya is the rightful heiress to my fortune.” Nelly’s head snapped up. “What?!” she screamed. “I’m the rightful heiress!” Mr. Sterling looked at her calmly, disappointment evident on his face. “My dear, you are my daughter, yes. And because I raised you, you will inherit something. But Maya…” He turned toward Maya, his voice softening. “Maya is the one who will inherit the main property.”

“To pay someone a visit.” “Who?” Julian hesitated. Then he said it: “Dominic Crane’s daughter.” Aiden looked stunned. “Crane has a daughter?” Julian nodded. “She’s not on the books. She lives abroad. But she visits under aliases. I caught a glimpse of her once, at Harold’s birthday gala. She’s the only person he keeps off the chessboard.” “Why?” Clarissa asked. “Because she’s his queen,” Julian said. “And if I’m right, she’s the key to unlocking how deep this goes.”

A little voice in her head whispered, Run ,You don’t belong here. But Kayden stood like a wall next to her solid, fierce and unbothered. Unshakeable. Some of the pack bowed, others hesitated. But one of them stood out , one of the maids in the back slipped away quietly away from the crowd , phone clutched in her hand. “ He brought another woman,” she whispered through the phone , making sure no one could hear her. An hour passed. Kayden gave her a quick tour, never letting go of her hand.