Novel & Cerita The Heiress Audiobook

"Iris is moving to my private estate immediately. Her safety and her transition into her rightful place begin tonight." Beside the double doors, Madam Paisley leaned heavily on her wooden cane, her face pale and stunned. She was still reeling from the shocking revelation that the orphan maid she had ordered around for months was actually the sole heiress to the Cooper empire. I looked around but I couldn't find Eliana. Maybe she has gone to her room. She's my sister now, there's no avoiding her, except she doesn't want me.

her voice thundered in the passageway. I glanced at the sides. Was that all she could do as vengeance? Trying to humiliate me will only cost her more. “Maybe you need to be forced—” she drew my attention. I shook my head and bowed to her. “Greetings, the Supreme Heiress….” She smirked, coming closer to me while sniffling. “I can perceive Roger's scent around you. I wonder if you two are mates or that you meet often.” her lips stretched into a devilish smile. “You can't be the King's mate and then have Roger's scent lurking around you.” she added, her lips twitched.

It felt like a notification; a ping from a network that shouldn't exist. "I’m fine," Maya said, though a cold shiver traced her spine. "Just a bit of static. We need to move faster. The Silence is holding for now, but the Heiress isn't just a reader. She’s an editor. And I have a feeling she’s already drafting a revision to our story."

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."

But I wasn’t there. I was still upstairs. Still hearing his voice. One night. Still seeing the way he looked at me, like I was something he actually wanted. From silent daughter of Kingsley Heathingway to the woman offered pleasure by the very man she’s been forced to marry. Everything had changed in a matter of hours. But I didn’t have to make a decision tonight. No. I’d make it later. When I was alone. With a bottle of Heathingway wine. And a memory I couldn’t shake. Or maybe... Something more than a memory was already in motion.

His voice was steady, deliberate, every word carrying weight. "You’d better listen carefully. Stellar was never some country girl. She is the one and only heiress of the Rivers family—the rightful one who was stolen from us as a child!" There was dead silence. For a moment, it felt as though the entire hall had frozen. Every person present stood in stunned disbelief. "The Rivers family…? From Southport?" someone whispered. "The billionaire Rivers family?" Another guest gasped. "She… she’s the heiress?" Across the room, William and Margaret looked as if they had been struck by lightning.

"Please don't say anything about what happened this evening or I'll be grounded or even forced to break up with Austin." Adrienne placed a comforting hand on Renee's shoulder, her expression filled with understanding. "Of course I know that. Why should I tell them? You learnt a lesson today, and that's fine, okay?" she reassured her friend. Together, they navigated the hallway and made their way into the living room. Adrienne's eyes scanned the luxurious designs of the mansion, though she couldn't help but feel unfazed. After all, she was a billionaire herself and had seen much grander homes.

But the expression on its face was frightening. Alysia took out the laptop and called Video call. She talked to the person she could trust. Catherine lent him her Laptop when they met. "How's the transaction there?" She asked. She had just communicated with them. "Everything is good" "Good! is there no problem with that?" "Everything goes well without you" "When you are ready Alysia. many people want to know you and meet you as an Heir. They need you there as a Queen. "I know .." a deep breath escaped him. She didn’t know when she was ready.

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION The characters, settings, and ideas in this work are purely fictional. Any resemblance is only a coincidence. THE HEIRESS: (Book 1: HER SECRET MISSION) ©plume alter (Ricki Ryce) Published on Goodnovel (2020). THE ORDEAL ∞≠∞ Tiffany was determined to join the brotherhood.

Like she couldn’t breathe properly. “Elara?” That voice Her heart skipped. She turned quickly. “Ryan…” For a second, relief flashed across her face. Finally. Someone on her side. Ryan walked toward her, dressed in a neat black suit, his usual confident smile on his face. He looked her up and down, then smirked slightly. “Where’s my heiress?” he said playfully. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” The word hit differently now. Heiress. Elara forced a small smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Ryan, I”