The Heiress Audiobook Novels & Stories

**ADRIAN** Adrian stood at the back of the ballroom, his champagne glass frozen halfway to his mouth. Heiress. The word kept repeating in his head. Heiress to the Ashford legacy. Not just some distant family member. Not just the daughter of a wealthy businessman. The heiress. The entire Ashford empire. Hotels. Resorts. Real estate. Investments spanning the entire country. And Kira was at the center of it all. Adrian’s hand tightened around his glass.

“I declare this today and all of you here are my eyewitnesses, my eldest daughter, Audrey RedField will become my heir, everything I have will be given to her. Everything, including control of this household. I will repeat myself again, Audrey RedField is my heir!” “Nooo!”

How could there even be a question of love? “But Yvonne, she was willing to risk her life for me before she even knew who I was. How could I not be moved by such pure love?” For a moment, I almost believed him. As the heiress of a prominent family, I had always been calculating and pragmatic. I had to consider my parents, my family, and my responsibilities. I certainly wouldn’t risk my life for anyone on a whim. But we all overlooked another possibility. Even if Victor had been unconscious from the car accident, the custom-tailored suit and Patek Philippe watch he was wearing would have been more than enough to show his wealth and status.

“I declare this today and all of you here are my eyewitnesses, my eldest daughter, Audrey RedField will become my heir, everything I have will be given to her. Everything, including control of this household. I will repeat myself again, Audrey RedField is my heir!” “Nooo!”

"Another thing. My grandfather's health scare is behind him, and he's out of the woods. If anyone's thinking of jumping ship, now's the time. If you're staying, keep it straight. "Just a friendly heads-up: it won't be long before the chairman reclaims his seat. And he's not like me—he doesn't have a soft spot like a woman might. Betray Foster Group now, and you might just disappear without a trace," Evangeline declared with icy clarity. The room fell into a deathly silence. No further objections were raised. Who would have guessed that seemingly spoiled heiress could command the room with just a few sentences? Evangeline was wiped out after a marathon of meetings, sinking into her office cha

Grandma Adaline inquired. "Charlotte in a conference hall?" I echoed, my own surprise obvious as I moved closer to the TV screen. As I read the headline and watched the video footage of Charlotte, The headlines appeared "Nathan Robert is unwell, and his sister Charlotte Robert is taking over the company: The Heiress is Back!," I couldn't help but cover my mouth in shock. The revelation that Charlotte was the heiress of Rob-Glow, a company even mightier than HAN DESIGNS, left me reeling. "How could Charlotte have known the way to the conference hall? Who allowed her in? Her new man must be behind this," Grandma Adaline speculated, her concern apparent. I gazed at her and noticed she wasn't we

I was swallowed by saliva and chilled. I felt my hands sweat. "What do you mean? " My voice trailed off, my grip on the handle of the swivel chair tight. "Your not legally heiress, I know you know that? You don't need to know, where did I find out! " My shoulders dropped completely.

"I'll make sure they all see you for the weak, broken thing you really are." Her phone buzzed with updates from Elias. The story was live. Headlines screaming: "Sinclair Heiress Returns Amid Mental Health Concerns: Is Audrey Sinclair Fit to Lead?" Anonymous quotes from "insiders" described Audrey as distant, paranoid, and unfit. They mentioned her sudden reappearance after years away, hinting at a troubled past. Perfect.

He walked around the table slowly, and I felt myself go still the way prey still goes. "Let me be clear," he said, leaning down, both hands flat on the table. "If not for the privilege our sister has given you, you would not be standing on this floor. You would not be sitting in that chair and you would not be allowed anywhere near this building. Every bit of access you have right now exists because she permitted it. Not us but her." I sat there thinking about the meeting with Seraphina, how cold she'd been, how final, and some foolish part of me had still been holding onto the idea that cold was just a phase, that time would soften it, that we would find our way back to something.

Mr. Justin Erickson's laughter was a low, dangerous one. “My son is in love with the fake heiress?” His tone dripped with anger. Lucas’ feet trembled, his hands clasped behind him. “But Dad, Sophia is much loved by the Sterlings than Audrey…….” “You're such a fool,” Mr. Justin barked at him, his face darkening. He slammed his fist on the table, making Lucas flinch. “Who is the Heiress between the two?”