The Heiress Choose Madness Novels & Stories

I'm an Alpha, an heiress, and a well-brought-up lady. "A heiress indeed. A heiress without a land or pack. And - if you are well brought up as you claimed, how come you rushed at my manhood the moment you had the chance?" "I don't have a choice. " "Nobody put knives to your throat." "Yes, but things were more complicated than they appeared to you."

he said frustratedly while pinching the bridge of his nose. “You literally said I had a problem with my demeanor," I retorted as I crossed my arms angrily. “My bad, the point I am trying to make is that those heiresses there are not your friends; no matter how nice they seem, believe me, they would stab you the moment you fell. When Miss Adam saw you talking freely with those heiresses who are not even up to your level, she took it as a sign that you are desperate to fit in and that you are unloved,” he said, and I nodded.

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.

I know that issue but I am not sure about the details because it happened at the same time I have problems with my parents trying to ruin my relationship with Rajiv. I was all messed up at that time so I didn't really care about what was happening around me. I was just crying to cope up with the pain inside my room for the whole time. I just learned what happened after a month. I heard it from our maids but I didn’t ask for any details because I know that it has nothing to do with me. They said that the heiress of the Casiella was dead. It was all because Hector was obsessed with her and when he learned that she was already married to someone else in secret, he couldn’t accept it so he kidna

The next day, Jason and Miranda went their own ways as usual. She originally wanted him to stay but stopped after remembering that he had a medical center to manage. He had also told her about the method of dilute the Consort Gel and his plans to formulate more in the future. This morning, she saw a bunch of crazy women, including a few of them who had witnessed the effects first hand. This group of women had gone insane chasing after beauty. Madison felt stunned beyond belief. Jane stood proudly in front of Madison. “Madison, is this good enough? Yesterday I had pulled out all my cards and made all the wears and bets I could.” Jane was pleased while looking at the scene.

The last event unfortunately didn't pass, so let's try another. Don't forget, Madam Helena doesn't do anything without a reason. She may seem to like our Adele, but what if she has an ulterior motive? Surely, she knows that choosing Adele over Mia could make Mia and the Harringtons mad, forcing her to choose the Mercer heir, which, without a doubt would put the West family in a compromising situation, even forcing the crown off their head, so, discuss in the comments, why Madam Helena would make such a "foolish" move.

The sound of the vase shattering and my furious roar echoed through the entire hall. Hearing what I said, the crowd burst into mocking laughter. "She must be really sick in the head. First she pretended to be the richest woman's granddaughter, and now she's claiming to be the heir of the company? That's beyond ridiculous." "Exactly. Even if she was the richest woman's biological granddaughter, it's not like a woman would ever inherit the company. After all, the richest woman has two grandsons."

"She’s intelligent. Dangerously intelligent. She played the long game before she ever revealed her true name." ​For the first time since the crisis began, Richard Blackwood felt a thrill. ​"I’ve spent my entire life crushing spoiled, entitled heirs," he soliloquized, walking back to the window. "They inherit billions, they get lazy, and they make predictable mistakes. But this one... she built an armor before she ever stepped onto the battlefield. I like that." ​The board members exchanged uneasy glances. With Richard, a compliment was merely the prologue to an execution.

From a distance, she looked like exactly what she was supposed to be: a poised billionaire heiress, draped in silk, her dark hair swept into an elegant twist. Up close, the illusion fractured. Her shoulders were tight. Her smile—when she offered it—was carefully rationed. And every few minutes, her gaze flicked instinctively toward the raised dais at the center of the room, where her stepmother presided like a queen over court. Margaux Laurent was radiant tonight. She always was. She wore crimson, the color of conquest, her blonde hair arranged perfectly, her laughter ringing loud enough to command attention. Executives clustered around her, men twice her age nodding eagerly as she gestured

The audience lets out an enthusiastic cheer that continues for several minutes, probably longer than is natural. Yes, they’re all kissing my father’s ass. In the meantime, I meet the red-haired woman’s gaze. Running up behind her is a lady’s maid I recognize from the staff. I swear she even lets out an excited squeal. She bows to me before addressing me in the mind-link. “Your Highness, you’ve made a wonderful choice. My lady’s name is Madeline, but she prefers to be called Maddie. She’s sweet and kind, and your heir will have those qualities in him for sure.”