The Heiress Choose Madness Novels & Stories

I wanted to call out for help, but a part of me suspected I might be kidnapped, and alerting whoever was holding me might not be the best idea. I slipped on my slippers and stood up, feeling a bit dizzy. My head throbbed, but I managed to move forward. I gripped my hairpin tightly, using it as a makeshift defense. As I stepped out of the room, I took in the grandeur of the mansion. It was huge, even bigger than mine, and beautifully decorated. The walls were painted white, and the hallway was adorned with various art pieces. The opulence suggested that my kidnapper was wealthy, which made me wonder what their motives were because it was clear that they don't need money from me.

In her place stood a woman who exuded power and confidence, her every move radiating an aura of quiet authority. A small gasp escaped the lips of a young receptionist, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Oh my god," she whispers to her colleague, "Is that… is that Madam Chairman?" Her colleague, a seasoned veteran of the Xiang Empire, nodded, his eyes fixed on the arriving heiress. "The one and only and the most beautiful," he replied, his voice hushed with a mixture of awe and apprehension. "Madam Chairman Sarah Xiang, it's an honor see you."

Glass in hand, he watched the skyline until dawn bruised purple over the river. Somewhere in the opposite direction, Evelyn’s light still burned. Same hour. Same city. Entirely different gods to answer to. Evelyn’s POV By morning, the world had already chosen sides…markets opened, analysts speculated, and Evelyn’s image trended again: “Heiress Defiant Amid Audit Scandal.” She closed the article without reading. Margaret’s message blinked sweet and succinct: Proud doesn’t begin to cover it, darling. Remember, lions don’t fear the hunt…they are the hunt.

Meredith said. “Good plan. Now all we need is a bait for the monster,” Victoria said, looking at Jill. Madison entered her room and turned the lights on. She took a few moments to let everything sink in. She thought about the future ahead of her. This was not something she had planned or thought about, but it was her destiny, whether she liked it or not. She had been chosen. She smiled heartily, prepared to face it all with courage. “April G!!!” Meredith shouted at the top of her voice, shaking Madison out of her state of insentience.

She looks more like a celebrity than a psychopath. On the seventh floor was Adrian projecting his cunning sly plan on his crazy aunt and girlfriend. They had teased him about Rissa relocating for nameless years which he had caught on fast enough. “My condition is that I have to rescind my heirship to any other interested Grey grandsons and relocate with you”, Adrian responded slyly.

he says and the madam chose to stay silent in this. Moon goddess help anyone who gets this little boy angry to the Libby that he swears to seek out revenge. The room was silent for a while and the madam could not help but fear that what he was supposed ti say next was really bad. “Mother….. father, no the Duke has stated that the next heir to the title will be the son who is able to successfully bring back Hazel unarmed” “WHAT?!”

But this version was made of dark, oily water, with no face; only a swirling vortex where features should be. "𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗕𝗘 𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗞 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗞𝗘𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗟?"the Liquid Heiress boomed with her voice vibrating the very glass in the belfry. "𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗦� � 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗨𝗦𝗧, 𝗥𝗢𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗠𝗔𝗛. 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗦𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗧."

“You’re such a lucky woman. Marrying Duke... the perfect man. Don’t you think, girls?” Her gaze flicked over her shoulder, and Rose’s eyes followed hers. But when she did, something strange happened as her gaze darted from one maid to the next. The air shifted. Her vision wavered, the edges of the hall blurring, as though someone had tilted reality just slightly off its axis. And then- She heard them. Distinct voices, layered and whispering inside her skull. The first was soft, dreamy. 'Lady Rose looks even more radiant today… She and Mr. Sallow are such a perfect couple. I hope I find a love like that one day.'

I can't wrap my finger why we have so many maids in this house with just three of us living in it - or maybe two,since I'm invincible. "The invincible heiress"my second cracked up. "Okay,you didn't just laughed! We're the same,girl!"I halts in my steps, scolding myself. I turned to see the two maids giving me stares. They all think I'm crazy. I don't think I am tho. I believe I only derailed off the norm a little. "That's what it means to be crazy,twinnie."my inner mind rolled her eyes...nah,I did.

He didn't look homeless, and one can tell from one glance that he is well-read. The truth is I was not finding any of his questions funny as I felt miserable and pained from all the embarrassment I had earlier encountered. I pulled down my shirt for him to see out of annoyance. “Here it is sir, it is a fucking birthmark and I hate it, I will gladly give you if you want it," I said in frustration. “I'm so sorry to bother you my lady, but I happen to come from London, and this mark of yours is a mark that is mostly associated with the royal family, I think if that mark is real, that you may be a princess,” he said, looking surprised at his own words.