The Heiress Choose Madness Novels & Stories

"Madam, this hairstyle suits you." "Your nails look beautiful, Madam." "Madam, how about I give you a makeover next time?" And again, Hailey was afraid of something else. Even if the maid were willing to keep her company all day, it would be a bit risky. She didn't like to be pampered much like a spoilt heiress. And the maids' attitudes might drove her to become arrogant someday. She'd better find something useful to do with her life. And going to the diner even if it wouldn't be frequent, would be the best solution.

It astounded him how coincidental it seemed for him to find his second-chance mate in the auction ring, which he frequented every year in search of his two red-haired submissives. Was it some kind of karma or something? Darius was perplexed. He'd asked Blacko Shawn to choose the other submissive he'd purchased, a fierce-looking lady named Madeline, as his second, and right now, the two of them were tightly chained, at the back of the second vehicle, a van, which was behind his limousine, and together they embarked on the journey to his mansion.

---------- 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.

Those without invitations stood outside, in the surrounding woods, to witness history. Some influencers, eager to capitalize on the event's popularity, spent a high price on invitations, to sneak in and livestream the ceremony. The scene was spectacular, and the live chat was flooded with comments. "A ceremony this grand and lavish is beyond anything I could ever dream of!" "I heard the Alpha spared no expense to impress the Luna!" "Of course he would! She's not only incredibly wealthy but also a powerhouse in her own right!" "Exactly! I've heard countless Alphas and heirs from packs across the kingdom have been vying for her attention. How did she end up with Silver Moon's current useless A

"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.

Everyone was thinking the same thing I was—that we were being offered a terrible choice between different types of death. "I'm in," Solace said quietly. "If nothing else, I'd like to die fighting instead of hiding." "Me too," Dovette said. I could feel her looking at me, waiting to see what I'd do. I thought about what Solace had said about being seventeen, about having time to become something. I thought about my mother trying to prepare, trying to save us. I thought about the creatures burning down the fort, moving north with purpose. "I'm in," I said.

Ethan liked lake views and high floors, so I bought this place and decorated it to his taste. I had even wanted to add his name to the deed, but my lawyer reminded me Bellandi assets were never transferred casually. I opened the closet and started packing. I didn't touch Ethan's suits, ties, or cuff links. I packed only my dresses, passport, jewelry, and several contracts. That evening, the real estate agent came to take photos. He saw the wedding portrait on the wall and hesitated. "Mrs. Hale, should we take this down?" I looked at the woman in the photo.

"That's what surprises me, actually. I don't want to leave. I want to stay, and I want this life, and I want him, more than I've ever wanted anything. I just don't know how to want all of that without losing the version of myself that existed before any of it started. I don't want to become someone who only recognizes herself in rooms Sebastian built for her." "Then don't disappear into it quietly," Isabella said. "Say exactly what you just said to me, to him, as plainly as you can manage. I think that's the mistake I made, and I think you're smart enough and brave enough not to repeat it. He's not going to know what you actually need unless you tell him. He's spent his whole life reading ro