The Country Heiress' Secret Identities Novels & Stories

he cut in rashly and she kept silent. “Daren stole you away from me when he knew you were my only daughter. You are my heiress. The heiress of all her mother’s possessions. Your mother and I worked hard to keep a lot in store for you. A lot which would see you become one of the wealthiest women in the whole of the country. The estates she left behind in SA are there waiting for you. The hotels and so many more to mention are all there waiting for you. But you left everything and ran after a man who threw you in the mud at last.

It had to be simple, undeniable, and a devastating confirmation of his greatest fear. She etched a single line: THE HEIR IS SECURED. She placed the empty velvet choker on the dusty pump. Then, she ran toward the rough, rocky cove where Mia had signaled the extraction point—a small, dark fishing dinghy, waiting silently in the shadows. Back at the penthouse, Julian found the empty veranda railing, the discarded choker, and the chilling realization that his wife hadn't collapsed—she had vanished. Blake’s internal security alarm screamed, red and insistent.

The four of us stared at the photocopy of the property transfer agreement, fear written all over our faces. Our ages matched the real heiress. While we had already tried to claim the family, every single one of us ended up dead. So was there really an heiress here? "Is it possible there isn't an heiress here at the orphanage, and you're looking in the wrong place?" Rebecca Vargas cautiously asked Yvette Warren, secretary to billionaire Orson Cox. The smile on Yvette's face never changed. "Mr. Cox already confirmed it. The heiress is here. We just don't know which one of you she is yet."

Delicate, polished, enviably untouchable. “Do you remember what I told you?” I asked, stepping into the room, my arms folded across my chest. “You are Grace; from this moment forward, Leila Marrow does not exist to you. And I…” I took a deep breath and continued. “I am your stepmother.” Leila turned her gaze to me, her lips curved into that obedient smile she had mastered. “Of course, Mother. I understand everything you told me last night.” “Very well, then.” I gave her a slight nod. “When it’s time, I’ll send someone to fetch you. Stay in this room until then. No unexpected movements.''

He, as well, was in utter disbelief. “That's impossible. Her name doesn't say Montello on her identification card!” Wilma muttered. The guests surrounded them all scowled at her, wondering if she knew the heiress. “There's a rumor circulating around back then. It said that Don Geromino's child was using a fake name so she could freely go outside and travel anywhere she wished to without having any trouble. It seems that the rumor was true after all,” others chimed in. Their attention went back in front when Margaux started speaking, completely ignoring Wilma, who seemed to be hyperventilating already. All of them were in awe as they found the heiress not just gorgeous and stunning but very a

He said. "I've been working my butt off for everyone all my life" "And It's time for me to step down and enjoy the rest of my life" I was so shocked. Don't tell me. "It's time to introduce the new successor of Madden Group of Hospitals and Madden Realty Group" No way. Not yet. "Let me introduce to you, my one and only heiress, the reason for all of my hard work. Soline Madden" My mouth dropped. I want to throw tantrums at dad but everyone is looking at me including the men I slept with.

I barely even breathed as he took my hand—my fingers instantly stiffening at his touch—and pressed a small folded note into my palm. My stomach churned. Something was wrong. I hesitated, my fingers trembling as I slowly unfolded the paper. And the moment my eyes landed on the words scrawled across it, my breath hitched. **"Say yes, Olivia. Or everyone in this room will find out exactly who you are. Olivia Richards. The secret daughter of a billionaire."** The words blurred as panic set in. My blood turned to ice. I felt like the walls were closing in on me, like I couldn’t breathe.

Jade secretly squeezed Tiffany's hand, and Tiffany responded with a forced smile. "If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have invited you. You must think I'm a joke," she said. "What are you talking about? You're our friend. How could we laugh at you?" Melanie stepped forward to wipe the tears from Tiffany's face tenderly. She finally understood what Jade meant—the upper class was full of scandals. Melanie had thought that an heiress like Tiffany would have everything she’d ever wished for, only to realize that being an heiress wasn't as easy as it seemed.

Lyn handed her some papers, “your grandfather asked me to hide your identity as the heiress. Only me and the assistant manager knew.” ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

Haylee laughed wickedly again, before joining her friend on the bed. "How would you get to be the Heiress so suddenly? Alec don't even like you!" Her friend muttered. "Oh, his mother and sister are helping me out," Her eyes sparked. "And in return, I help them keep their secret." "What's the secret?" Her friend widened her ear, hoping to catch some gist and turn it to some rumours. "Even as we are close, I am sorry but you can never know, the secret enough is capable of tearing down the Hart family,'' She said slowly.