The Country Heiress' Secret Identities นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"That's more like it, Alex. You look really handsome tonight. I wonder when that woman will show herself. She better not keep us waiting just because she's the star of tonight." It was pathetic, having to listen to Evelyn's stupid little remarks. "I've heard rumours that she isn't even married, though some people are speculating she has a thing for her hot bodyguard, the one who follows her everywhere. But no one really knows much about her." Truly, no one knew much about Matilda Emerson. She had kept her life private from the public gaze. But year in and year out, she kept dominating the world of finance. And there were talks that in the next few years, she was going to be the richest woman

Upon seeing how firm and unwavering I was, the crowd began to doubt themselves. Some dissenting voices could be heard. "She doesn't sound like she's lying. Why would she risk being thrown out of the Weatherby family by claiming to be the heiress?" "Yeah, look how emotional she is. Maybe what she's saying is true. It's unsurprising for powerful families to have unknown, dark secrets." "If Zadie is the true heiress, this is going to be quite a show."

The ladies are bejeweled with the rarest gemstones and rocking the most beautiful dresses. Everyone is here with hopes of securing an investment deal with the most successful winery of the decade. Amongst the guests are the entire Montessori family. Well, almost the entire family. But there’s a little problem. It’s five minutes past the starting time and the heiress is nowhere to be seen. “Ladies and gentlemen, please remain calm. I assure you that Miss Machiavelli will be here in the next few minutes.” The emcee admonishes. The air is thick with excitement and anticipation as the guests murmur amongst themselves. The heiress’ identity has remained hidden for the past year. Everyone is dying

almost made Isabella choke on the sip of water she had just taken, causing her delicate and beautiful face to flush a shade of red. Quinn looked at her surprised expression and said, "That lady who just left has been in charge of my meals. You can call her Joselyn from now on." There were loyal assistants like Gordon, Ava, and Braylon, a dedicated aunt in charge of food, and Joselyn's recent address to them and her serving of dishes, which looked just like what people often say about those from wealthy families. Quinn said he used to do some business abroad, what kind of business was he doing? Why does it feel like his real identity is even scarier than the president of NextEra Technologies?

And besides, it would be a little hypocritical of her to refuse him now on the basis of his wealth, when she had just unearthed laws making herself one of the youngest female CEO billionaires in history. Pot and kettle and all that. Feeling like her thoughts had been gathered, Abigail headed back to the house. But she decided to make a pit stop. She now knew that the uncultivated lands she had been so casually strolling on for months did not, in fact, belong to her father and were not part of his estate. But, Abigail supposed, no one had arrested her yet. So, she might as well take one last walk there. She was walking for a few minutes, when she heard a familiar voice.

“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.

Jarred’s words caught in his throat, and he felt a wave of nausea at the realization that his ex-wife, whom he had constantly insulted and demeaned, was actually a member of a wealthy conglomerate, and an heiress at that. For the rest of the evening, Agnes and Jarred couldn’t focus on anything but Celene. They watched as she confidently mingled with the guests, effortlessly playing the role of a successful businesswoman. They couldn’t believe that the same girl they had known for years was now the heiress of a billion-dollar company. As the night went on, Martha and Jarred’s minds were filled with questions. How could Celene have kept such a big secret from them? And why did she lie about be

Some clutched folded tabloids; others scrolled their phones, shaking their heads as though the proof of her shame was plastered everywhere. Lisa lifted her chin higher, refusing to let them see the sting. But with every mocking glance, she knew – someone was orchestrating her downfall, and the attack had only begun. Her secretary hurried up face pale, clutching a bundle of tabloids. "Mrs. Bronson…you should see this". She took them, her fingers tightening as her eyes caught the bold headline: "Heiress on the Run: From Hidden Identity to Sham Marriage". Her chest squeezed, the words cutting deeper than she wanted to admit. Photos filled the pages – grainy shots of her shielding herself under

I ran my hand through my hair, frustration building with every second. “Who are you, Nadia?” I whispered, my voice tinged with anger and confusion. “Are you really the woman I thought I knew?” I had to admit, I didn’t know everything about her past. Our relationship had moved quickly, and I hadn’t thought to dig deeper. But now, I couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling that there was more to her than she let on. My thoughts turned back to the estates of hotels she was driving toward. What business could she possibly have there with Richard? The idea of her having a secret agenda made my blood boil.