The Emerald Heiress Novels & Stories

Emily asked cautiously, glancing at the phone on the table. In the past, Victor often sent me voice messages filled with sweet nothings. This time, there was only one brief line: “Know your limits.” I let out a cold laugh and tossed the phone aside. “Miss Mia!” Emily panicked. “If Mr. Harlow is willing to negotiate, perhaps it’s best to compromise just a little—” I cut her off. “Any birthday gifts arrived today?” Emily blinked in confusion. “Yes, there are.” She handed me a velvet box containing a dazzling ruby bracelet. Her eyes lit up.

But the burn didn’t ease the knot in his chest. The news flashed on TV. “In breaking news, the missing Hartman heiress has been found alive after twenty-three years…” Adrian froze. The screen showed Evelyn stepping from a black car, surrounded by cameras. “She’s the missing Hartman heiress,” he whispered. Charlotte paled. “That’s impossible.” Adrian barely heard her. Every cruel word he’d thrown at Evelyn echoed in his head. He’d called her a gold digger, said she didn’t belong. Now she was the richest woman in New York.

For her eighteenth birthday, Alicia received a private estate. At eighteen, I was washing dishes in a greasy kitchen sink, my hands raw from labor, scrubbing my way to fund Dominic's critical final year of high school. "She used to call herself a little princess," he said, momentarily lost in the memory. "So the house was designed to resemble a castle." He smiled faintly, but the second his eyes landed on me, the coldness returned. "Since you've chosen to come back," he said coolly, "as the future heiress of the Rodney family, I have a few things to make clear."

But I refused to be weak and break down and cry anymore. I opened the door ever so slightly so I could see them properly. Miranda was seated on the couch, her head craned to meet Bradley's gaze, who was standing in front of her. His hands were in his pocket, his eyes boring into hers. “We still have to be careful,” he growled. “Whatever. Just don't forget our deal,” she said, raking her hands up his torso. “You get the Amsterdam Empire's hidden treasures and I get Leon all to myself.”

He just stood there, staring at me across the crowded ballroom with an expression of complete devastation. The girl he'd thrown away, the wife he'd neglected and humiliated, the woman he'd told would never find anyone better, was Isabella Morrison. Granddaughter of Alexander Morrison. Heir to one of the largest fortunes in the country. One of the most powerful women in New York. And he'd let me go without a fight. The applause finally died down and I sat back down, accepting congratulations from the people at my table with grace and poise I'd learned from watching my brothers navigate society. But I was hyperaware of the Wei family table, of the chaos I knew was happening there.

The morning air in the new villa was crisp, but for Evelyn, the warmth only came from the sharp, focused heat of her own ambition. She watched the emerald serpent glide effortlessly within its glass sanctuary, its movements a silent dance of lethal elegance. On her vanity, a gold-embossed invitation sat next to her laptop—a summons from the Carter family to a "reconciliation gala" at the Grand Hotel.

My mother-in-law stood in the doorway of what was supposed to be my home, looking at me like I was dirt on her expensive shoes. "He'll be here," I said quietly, even though we both knew I was lying. Margaret laughed, the sound was cold and cruel. "My son is working late with Victoria. You know, someone actually important? Someone who understands business? Not some nobody he picked up from God knows where." My fingers tightened around my phone. I wanted to scream that I understood business better than Victoria ever could, that I could buy and sell the Blackwell family fortune ten times over, that I was Elena Sterling, hidden heiress to Sterling Global, one of the largest corporations in the c

"My name is Emerald, by the way, Emerald Valencian." I offered my hand for a handshake, but the only thing she did was watch me with wide eyes. At my raised brow, she asked, "You're… are you by any chance the famous fashion designer, Emerald Hutton, who's now married to Achilles Valencian?" My cheeks warmed. "Yes, I'm the same Emerald Hutton." "Oh, I'm a fan of your designs! I never miss any displays of your brand," she gushed, watching me with her eyes sparkling with awe.

“What did you just say? A glassy emerald worth a hundred million?” Claire also put on an act and pointed at Emma. “It’s a glassy emerald that was in our home. You’ve taken it. Hand it over quickly. You won’t be able to afford the consequences anyway.” “Bullsh*t! Your family doesn’t even have any qualifications, to begin with. Where would you have gotten such an emerald? And one that’s worth 100 million dollars? Are you dreaming? Are you trying to defame us? No way!”

He gestures towards Huifen's bloodied broken naked body. Then he continues, "This estate which belongs to my wife Daisy Zang Lui Feng, this not even 1% of Feng of Feng Empire's wealth. And compared to Hao Xiang Empire, this estate is nothing! My grandniece owns everything!" Alfred cannot believe what he is hearing. Her sister married to Chairman Vincent Feng, when he thought they were only lovers. Additionally, Sarah is the heiress of Xiang empire, the trillion-dollar empire that could buy even half of the world.