The Heiress Audiobook Novels & Stories

“Hardly. I came to remind you that you don’t own this space; you don’t own this city. Tonight, the spotlight isn’t just yours.” With that, I turned my gaze to Gabriella, who took a small step back, observing me with equal parts disdain and intrigue. “Congratulations on your new partnership,” I said, my openness a strategic mask for the confidence bubbling beneath. “Though we all know you’re merely a pawn in Andre’s elaborate chess game.” Gasps spread through the attendees at my audacity, their eyes darting between the three of us, hungry for the unfolding drama. Gabriella lifted her chin, an unmistakable defiance glimmering in her icy gaze. “And you must be the runaway heiress who’s chosen t

He started. “Oh, yes. I just moved here some time ago to take care of a few business here.” She replied with the same level of politeness as before. “I see, that explains everything. By the way, my name is Jean, Jean Charme, what is your name, mademoiselle?” “My name is Gilda, Gilda Agavos.” Hearing the last name Agavos, Jean raised his brow. “Pardon me, but could you be related to the Atlas Agavos or a family member of his?”

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.

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.

There was movement, something large and terrible descending through the hole in our roof, and my mother's hand tore away from mine as she was lifted up and away from me. I fell backward down the stairs, my body tumbling end over end, connecting with wood and stone in a chaos of pain. When I finally stopped moving, I was sprawled on the ground floor, gasping for breath, every part of me screaming in agony. Above me, I could hear my mother screaming. I could hear my stepfather's voice, shouting something that might have been a curse or a prayer. And beneath it all, I could hear the sound of the creatures—not their voices, but something worse. A kind of psychic pressure, as if their very presen

She couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding as he began to speak. "I hope you all have enjoyed this gathering," Hao Xiang begins, his eyes sweeping across the room. "Today is indeed a special day, as it marks the beginning of a new chapter for our family. My lovely grandchild Sarah, and my heiress is here." Cynthia clearly shows irritation with the word “heiress,” so she leans over to whisper to her daughter Arlene. Their hushed voices were barely audible, but Sarah could sense a mixture of excitement and curiosity in their demeanor.

Then he exclaimed, “Fifty million going once? Fifty million going twice, fifty million going thrice!- Congratulations! This pretty lady in a silver dress will now be the possessor of this set of jewelry.” Many people had joined the bidding, but only one winner emerged. No one could believe their eyes or ears, especially Lucas Harrison and the girl sitting beside him who looked ghastly pale. “No way! She can't afford that money.” “But she just did! Who exactly is she?” “Oh, she's Heidi. Heidi Olsen. How could they think that they could contend with the wealthiest heiress in Phoenix City?” The man who spoke was the same middle-aged man who just uncovered Heidi's identity.

CHAPTER 3 The next morning meets her in front of the mansion she had willingly abandoned many years back, being so stubborn, too stubborn to see that her parents had been all but wrong about what Adrian looked like to them. Just how had she been so blind to see that all he liked was quantity, never quality? Hesitating, Serena sighs before she pushes open the gate, to reveal the place she had left behind. The estate is an opulent one, enormous even, not counting the amount of things on the land. From the sport courts, to the pools and living quarters built for the staff living on-site.

Another asked I couldn’t care less for the heiress, just as far as I get to see Abigail everyday, it was fine but it is a valid question ‘Where is the heiress?’ I pondered. “She is Venice..the new subsidiaries and branches have taken over by her, she’ll be back very soon, in a month’s time” she answered as smoothly as possible “Any questions?” She asked “But that’s after the launch” another said. “Yes..that is a statement, not a question” she said sternly “Since there are No questions, mr Forest” she turned to me. “Let’s go” she ordered. I couldn’t help but follow immediately like she was my employer. Since when did she get this authoritative, it felt good.

“I never had any intention of marrying you, and frankly, I despise everything about you.” Her face had contorted with rage, her perfectly manicured nails digging into her palms. “You can’t be serious. You would choose that little human whore over me?” “In a heartbeat,” I had growled, not bothering to hide my disdain. “Audrey may be human, but she has more personality in her little finger than you do in your entire body. You’re nothing but a spoiled, cruel heiress who has never worked for anything in her life.” For a moment, Fiona had looked stunned, as if she couldn’t believe anyone would dare speak to her that way.