The Heiress Choose Madness Novels & Stories

ミ *********************** ———————————— A familiar massive and majestical mansion came into view , their was no decoration or extra actives in the place. It was entirely place was quite as the roaring sounds of chains saws echoes making some people very sad. " The craziness of madam, is causing pain to other and destroying nature!" Lady Becky condition was getting worse and very worrying; it so terrifying that anything in colour green, she start screaming the and calling the name of late ' Annabel '. The worse part of it was that she didn't want to the mental facility and she couldn't be force since she still the wife of the general or it may affect the reputation of the general.

The Harlow residence blazed with lights as maids busied themselves preparing the venue for tomorrow. I was sitting in the study when lines of text suddenly appeared before my eyes, scrolling rapidly with a kind of manic excitement. [Is the protagonist blind? She doesn't want such a good man and insists on that piece of trash?] [Tonight is the finale! That vicious supporting male character, Drake Weston, needs to exit the story already.] [As long as Drake and the fake heiress sleep together and the media catches them, the protagonist won't be able to go through with this marriage!]

However, now she was being bullied by the minion of the so-called 'young madam' whom Hansen hadn't even married yet, so she was really in the mood for a fight. "Would you dare to hit me? Who do you think you are? You're only the cousin, and you're not even married to Norton Richards yet, who knows what will happen in the future. Ms. McAdams is the young madam of the Richards family, the heiress to Richards Manor, and soon to be the woman in charge of all household affairs in Richards Manor. By then, all of you will have to obey her when you visit. You'd better be smart and start respecting Ms. McAdams..."

My blood. I turned to my father, Alpha Theron, desperate for him to step in, to stop this madness. His tall figure loomed beside me, his presence always commanding. Surely, he would defend me, I thought. Surely, he would put Elias in his place and call of this whole thing. But instead, he pulled me behind him like I was an embarrassment. I nearly hit the ground. “From this day forward,” my father’s voice boomed, carrying over the chaos, “Anette will take Estelle’s place as heir. She will be the one to marry Elias and inherit my position.”

His eyes had no focus as his face was already disfigured. As much as Elizabeth was enjoying Greg withering like a worm she couldn't stay here she had one more mission and that was to go kill Megan. It was either now or never. “Say hello to the devil's because you are going to hell”. She yelled on top of her longs making sure her voice was named with mockery. “I am Elizabeth Chase. The only daughter of the most influential man who has the wealth of generations. The most cunning and manipulative person you will ever meet. I am always ten steps ahead”. She praised herself before taking slow elegant steps outside leaving Greg to burn down into ashes.

And that after all that had happened, she had ended up as an insane person in a psychiatric hospital, which made her a very dangerous person. Sacha had no idea how Maddie was able to escape from the mansion, but he couldn't care less, thinking only about how to get her away from the place and prevent her from harming the people he loved. For Luka was clear about it, her being looking for Luka was no coincidence, and he surely didn't want anything good. So Sacha had set out to get her away from his brother at any cost. Leading the insane woman to the top floor of the mansion, in a disguised manner, Sacha approached next to her to one of the balcony doors. And blindly believing in the young om

"Ahhh there it is Le Sinsation, haven't been here in a while. Trust me Kayden this place is Hell on Earth." Kayden looked at him with furrowed brows. "What? Did you expect me to say Heaven did you now? I mean it's called Sinsation for a reason. Now c'mon let's get you high and your mind off that thing." Maybe Zayne was right maybe all he needed was to get high or freaky. Even though it still felt like his heart was just ripped out of his chest. For an Alpha he had stooped so low , pathetically , it would have made sense if she were his fated mate but it seemed like she had cast some spells and did 3am candle chants for him not to see the type of person she really was.

---------- In the bustling city somewhere in America, Phoebe is seated inside the Starbucks quietly enjoying her coffee. "Have you heard? The Beischel's Heiress is actually the reason why the well known Nikholas Fairbourne suddenly disappeared." Phoebe was about to take a sip in her cappuccino when a woman's voice from the table behind her stopped her midway. With the mention of that familiar name, her heart actually beat erratically. "What do you mean?" another woman's voice. "Well, can you believe it? He was actually engaged with the young Beischel, but the heiress suddenly ran away. He must've been so heartbroken and humiliated that he hid from public." the first one once again gossiped.

"And his date, who is she? She's absolutely gorgeous. It's like she stepped out of a fairy tale, a mix of queen and princess!" "Is she the next big thing, groomed by some entertainment tycoon, debuting at Victoria Garden House today? Just imagine, rubbing shoulders with the elite here could pave her way to stardom, as long as she steers clear of any bad deals." "Could be! However, what if she's the elusive Ms. Foster?" "No chance! Ms. Foster, the heiress of the Foster dynasty, wouldn't fly under the radar. Just look at her, clinging to Mr. James Foster like she's his shadow..."

Sebastian said. He said it plainly. Not as self-flagellation — as a fact. He had learned to say the true things without wrapping them in performance, and this was one of the true things. Catherine had identified the precise combination of circumstances that would cause him to fail to see what he had, and he had failed to see it, and his blindness had served her plan. "You were managed," I said. "She built the conditions for your blindness. That's not the same as choosing it." "It's not entirely different either," he said.