The Heiress Audiobook Novels & Stories

A minute later, her door burst open and Helena—her ever-stressed personal assistant—stormed in, holding a tablet like it was a ticking time bomb. “You need to see this,” she said breathlessly. “Helena, what—” “It’s everywhere.” She thrust the tablet toward Isabella, and her heart dropped the second she saw the headline. > Laurent Heiress in Secret Relationship with Blackwood Tycoon – Sources Confirm Intimacy Inside Family Estate Below the headline was a blurry photo of her and Alexander walking through the gardens at dusk. His hand was on the small of her back. Her face was tilted toward his, her expression soft and unguarded.

Meg stepped forward, her eyes ablaze with righteous fury. Silence consumed the office, and officer Gabby was left in a state of dilemma. He once heard that the heiress of the Song family is heartless and cold. Could he risk his life just for a cheap penny? “Didn't you hear her?” Enzo yelled dangerously. “I… I….he stammered. He felt his gut wrench as Enzo snapped his fingers. And before you know it. Hefty, dangerous men walked in. “I will speak, I will speak”. He could feel his own ragged breathing as he pleaded silently.

She was sure if she dared see what he was packing, she might end up embarrassing herself by begging too early. “You know you want to look.” Asher taunted, deepening his voice. Many females he had encountered at a point in his life had all claimed that his deep baritone was a major turn, so he didn't see why he shouldn't use it on his princess. Isabella gulped, hard. Her throat suddenly felt dry. A shiver ran down her body, leaving goosebumps on her skin. 'Damn that voice.' She thought. 'The bastard knows the effect it has on me, but I can't let him win.'

Grandma said and I heaved a sigh of relief She's going to start with John and Hazel so Mitchell and I will know our fate by then but I have a feeling that Mitchell is going to become the heiress. How great will it be for a heir and heiress to be together? We will conquer the world together and make so many histories. TBC........ ©️ Tricia

**Who is she?** Heidi Collin : " Heidi," a female voice called me. The voice enticed me. The voice called me eagerly to it dragging mine, all of the concentrations to the dull yet, hypnotizing radiance of it. I followed the voice with the slow steps. The voice made me step my feet out of the mansion. I was standing at the main gate of the mansion trying to figure out where the voice was evolving. The voice was calling me again and again.

When we finally got home, he headed straight for his study, leaving me to walk up the stairs to our cold bedroom by myself. ​I sat down at my vanity, reaching into a hidden drawer beneath the velvet lining to pull out a thick folder buried under my jewelry. I flipped through the pages, my eyes landing on the seal of Vane Holdings and the documents that proved I was the sole heiress to a conglomerate that made the Blackwood fortune look like pocket change.

An older man nodded slowly, as a weight had finally lifted from his shoulders. Harlan raised both hands for quiet. The circle settled slowly, though the energy still buzzed under the surface. “The lost heiress stands before us,” he said. “Faye, daughter of Princess Lunette, is royal by blood. The runes have spoken. There can be no dispute. The truth is written in silver for all of us to see.”

Denise sent a message, and the reply came almost instantly. She asked to make a quick voice call, just a minute, and the other party agreed without hesitation. Now, everyone could hear the heiress herself. Excitement buzzed through the room. Even Tina leaned closer to Denise, unable to hide her curiosity. "The Morrison heiress really is free, huh? Replies instantly," Khloe murmured softly. Denise shot her a sharp glance, but no one else seemed to notice. It was normal for the heiress to be prompt with messages, especially since she and Denise were supposedly close friends.

Nothing. She hurried downstairs, skipping steps, praying to see someone—anyone. When she reached the living room, her stomach twisted. The house was empty. Cars gone. Chairs pushed back in a hurry. Breakfast plates already cleared. Everyone… had left her. Her chest tightened. “No… they didn’t. They wouldn’t.” This was the first major presentation in the Brooks family since the announcement about choosing the next heiress. Her parents had repeated the instructions for weeks: Come early, look bold, show the board your strength.

If anything, the person who’s got something to loose if things go wrong is her, not me. As I walk toward the damn cruiser, the bag with my things in one hand, and her suitcase in the other, following her down the path like some lovesick puppy, I can’t stop thinking about what Maria said. I can’t stop thinking about those words, her suggestions, ever since she said them. I mean, I am not going to whore myself out for money, or for the idea of chasing the legal heiress out of her money, but damn it, it’s tempting. It’s tempting when I look at the way she walks, those long legs in those heels, the way her tanned skins glistens in the morning sunlight. Every step she takes, every move, is filled