The Heiress Choose Madness Novels & Stories

"Adelaide, the Bad Debt... it’s not an event. It’s a choice." "A choice to be imperfect," Adelaide said, finally looking up. She held out the fountain pen to me. "The Heir is an algorithm of absolute logic. He cannot account for an act of pure, irrational destruction. To save the child, you must destroy the Banker." "What do you mean?" "The Heir is tracking your frequency, Seraphina. He’s using your love for the child as the carrier wave for his signal. If you want to break the link, you have to break the love. You have to make the system believe the 'Asset' has no value."

There were so many rumours that she was ugly and freckled, while others speculated that she was just hiding her identity. Kayden was interested in this mysterious heiress. It was said that she dropped out of college at 16 because she was too smart. Kayden brought Jessica to the 5-star hotel they were staying at. The two had a romantic candlelight dinner, but Kayden was absent-minded the whole time. Jessica noticed it, but she didn't ask. She was planning on making him propose to her. "That heiress shares the same name as Elise," Jessica casually said.

*“I know you aren't. He did it for himself. You do it for us for the people you care about. The fire looks the same, Hannah. The fire still burns.” He kissed my forehead. Left. I stayed by the window for a while. I thought about the hawk in the orchard. I thought about the girl who was a victim and the woman who had become a fighter the woman who led Vane-Mac. I realized that the "Hidden Heiress" was like a cocoon. The Architect was the butterfly. Her wings were made of steel made of the strength of Vane-Mac.

Evelyn read the desperate ambition mapping her daughter's aura clearly, her voice dropping into a low, persuasive rumble to shift the line. “The high-caste hierarchy carries a brutality your bones have never endured. Occupying a sovereign compound yields no genuine peace. Trust my vanguard scars. Though the suitors my hand presented lack the immense silver monopolies of the Torres line, their territories guarantee your pelt a lifelong protection free of pack warfare. Why must your beast resist a stable placement, Madison?” Madison burst into a fresh volley of high-pitched sobbing, her scent spiking with a sudden, venomous hatred directed squarely at the matron.

She rushed towards the door and pushed it widely until she was inside the empty apartment completely. “What’s this?” she queried while looking around. Her face contorted as her eyes landed on the blanket and pillows scattered on the ground. “Is this your place? Are you just just pretending to be an heiress?” she scowled at her. Margaux didn’t know what was running in her mind. She might think she was really poor and an orphan like they believed she was when she married Hendrix. But she had no plan to correct her at all. Her ignorance will be her bliss and humiliation at the same time.

She runs away from her father's house and, by luck or divine providence, finds refuge in the house of a nobleman who falls in love with her, very far from Vienna. Despite the nobleman caring for her daughter as his, she registered her in the royal notebooks as Mordred's daughter. Madison was no less crazy than her father had made her; her now false lucidity made her equal to him. Maybe it's true, and the victim becomes the new monster. After killing the nobleman who had taken her in, she became the owner and mistress of her little property and raised her daughter there to one day kill Mordred and the entire Blood family, culminating in sitting on the throne as queen.

"I haven't, why not tell me about it…" Imelda hissed out so loud glaring at the woman she ever regrets having a a mother. "The Zoren's family are inviting everyone to the welcome back ceremony of their Heiress…" she announced. Candi got on her feet forcefully, her eyes widened in great shock. "That must not be true, it can't happen… who the heck is the fucking heiress?" She screamed. Imelda let out a mocking smile. "Screaming won't solve the matter. The worst part of it, is that the Heiress is my maid…"

The more impatient Madness grew to touch me, the more violently Asher’s body rebelled. Running his fingers through his hair, he let out a low chuckle. He smiled through the shudder, his voice soft as silk and poison. “Every step closer to you is a war against my own flesh, even with Asher and Icifer gone.” Madness circled me slowly, scrutinizing me like a predator studying its prey. “As problematic as Asher may be, I still want all my future heirs to have his blood. Punishing him is going to be so much fun, especially when I can breed stronger heirs with you in the process.”

Eynas assisted his queen in her seat. Astra put her face to his face. She looked at him and smiled. "I'm fine" she mumbled and turned her redhead in front of her broods. "Let's welcome, the first heiress of the Erasmus Kingdom!" She growls. "And I declare war among dragons and humans! We will restore our dragon power, the Heart of Magic from them! Scream for me! Scream!" Astra made an extreme growl and all of them made a rumbling sound.

He was the kind of person who would look at the sun and see it not as a marvel or a mystery, but as an object to be understood, and claimed, and used for whatever purpose he sees fit. Cressida, known then as the goddess of death, had fallen for him, and for a time she had thought it was truly love. But eventually, even she managed to see through that shiny façade and witness the madness in her husband’s heart. She tried to reason with him, tried to change him—but it was useless. And in the end, she had to leave, or his madness would have consumed her as well.