The Heiress And Her Possessive Bodyguard Novels & Stories

"She’s intelligent. Dangerously intelligent. She played the long game before she ever revealed her true name." ​For the first time since the crisis began, Richard Blackwood felt a thrill. ​"I’ve spent my entire life crushing spoiled, entitled heirs," he soliloquized, walking back to the window. "They inherit billions, they get lazy, and they make predictable mistakes. But this one... she built an armor before she ever stepped onto the battlefield. I like that." ​The board members exchanged uneasy glances. With Richard, a compliment was merely the prologue to an execution.

She was overwhelmed by the culture of a powerful firm. Dominic did not argue emotionally. He played three recordings. In the first, Clara said, "People like her, hiding behind family background, should have been cleared out a long time ago." In the second, she demanded that I hand over the client list and membership card. Her tone was not confused or frightened. It was hungry. In the third, she spoke to the gossip account before her live stream. "The headline needs to be brutal. Say mafia heiress retaliates against whistleblower. Once the traffic goes up, she will be scared."

Isabella Rossi stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring down at the glittering city below. Twenty-four years old, heiress to one of the largest shipping empires in the country, and currently under twenty-four-hour protection after a credible threat against her family. She hated it. Hated the feeling of being watched. Hated how it made her feel like a fragile doll instead of the sharp, independent woman she was. The new bodyguard had arrived that morning.

"The executive keys to her personal security detail were revoked six months ago." "She didn't use a key to get in here Silas " Avery whispered, her eyes on the two heavily built European guards flanking Victoria. "Look at the lapel pins. Those are legacy titles from the banking consortium. She bought her way across the border." Victoria stopped at the perimeter of the ballroom floor ten paces from the edge of the balcony stairs. A brittle elegant smile touched her lips. A smile that carried the same predatory structure as Silass but devoid of the fierce devotion that anchored his ruthlessness to Avery's life.

Just by discussing amongst themselves, my fate was already sealed. No one bothered to care about any input that I had. I was a girl by myself, after all, and there was no way I could go against the nine of them. So they naturally took my coins by force. Anna pouted and sweet-talked her mother into contributing another five gold coins, allowing her to purchase the Sea Maiden's Dress. "Wow, this dress is so comfortable! It's so cool and form-fitting that it feels like it's part of my own skin!" Anna exclaimed happily.

Tall, broad shoulders, his suit perfectly tailored, blonde hair slicked back nicely. “Monsieur Durand,” I greeted with a small smile. “Good to see you.” “Logan.” He nodded, then turned to Amelia, his accent smooth and deep. “And who is this vision standing beside you?” “Amelia Connells, Heiress and CEO of Cornells’ ENT,” I said before she could answer. “She’s my…” I let the sentence hang for a beat, “partner.” Durand smiled knowingly and took her hand, kissing it lightly. “Enchanté, mademoiselle, I know your father, I didn't know he had such a…. beautiful daughter.”

"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.

Scary even. I instantly understood the relationship between them. The first was an heir, the second... His bodyguard turned friend, or friend turned bodyguard. Anything was possible. "I saw." The heir nodded. "But she was not nearly as hot as the lady who walked in before we left." He nodded as though reminiscing about her body figure. Fools. I said inwardly shaking my head again. "Oh her. She was hot... And her eyes, they were fire. But she had a man, you saw how protective he was of her wasn't he?"

“I am sorry Ms Claire but Boss instructed us to take care of Ms Kim and make sure that no harm comes to her. I suggest that you meet with Boss and question him if you have any complaints about anything," the bodyguard said and Claire has never felt fso indignant in her life. She was a second generation rich heiress and she always got what she wanted and according to her calculations, Ely was going to be her man. They had slept together a few times and that made her feel that she was special since Ely never slept with anyone twice. She thus harboured the hope of becoming his wife one day.

"I thought I made myself clear. No disturbances, remember?" However, the words hung unfinished in the air as she saw the mischievous grin plastered on the face of the unexpected visitor. There were no bellhops or maids in sight, just the malicious-looking Roslyn and a bodyguard who looked like he had seen a ghost. Roslyn was a vision in red, her tank top and miniskirt combo screaming 'party', her legs encased in sexy black fishnets, towering heels adding to her height, and her face done up in dramatic smoky makeup. She was a nightclub queen through and through.