The Heiress Choose Madness 소설 & 이야기

Chapter 1. The beginning of madness Any story begins with birth, but the story of this madman arose long before his birth. He could not even imagine that it would happen to him, not even a tragedy, but a Comedy. Although for him, even Comedy has become a tragedy. Is it possible for a person to survive in the circumstances in which he found himself? Is it possible to remain human if everyone despises you-even those you love? Is it possible to go all the way to the final – to the death? This will be told by the madman himself, because he has no other choice. He will tell the story of his life, not because he wants to be pitied. He wants his story to be heard by people who have lost heart and s

Damien’s steady hand on my shoulder reminded me that I was not alone, yet the weight of the moment threatened to crush my resolve. I recalled every warning, every whispered prophecy—the seer’s ominous words, the spectral guardian’s lament, and even the dark dreams that had haunted my sleep. All pointed to one undeniable truth: I was not just an ordinary heiress with a broken past, nor was I merely a pawn in the schemes of powerful alphas. I was the chosen vessel, marked by an ancient sigil that could either herald a new era or bring forth unspeakable destruction.

"Traumatized woman has breakdown, marries powerful stranger within days, suddenly inherits billions. Is this recovery or delusion? Are her recent actions those of a rational person or someone having a manic episode?" My phone buzzed. Then Dominic's. Then Jules's. All at the same time. "It's starting," Harrison said quietly. I looked at my phone. News alerts were flooding in faster than I could read them. "Van Alston Heiress: Unstable and Unfit?" "Inside Sources Reveal Concerning Behavior from Billionaire Heiress" "Is Scarlett Blackwood Mentally Competent to Run a Global Empire?" "Van Alston Board Members Express Concerns About New CEO's Mental State"

He had envisioned a bright future for his corporation as long as it falls into the hands of his son—Nathan Vanguard. The Vanguard Mansion The Vanguard Mansion stood under the oppressive light of the sun as it reflects a kaleidoscope of colors on the environment. Dr. Vanguard sat in his study. His jaw rested on his already intertwined fingers as he stared blankly into the air. Dr. Vanguard was infuriated and curious to know about what happened to his son. He had many questions running through his mind. What killed his son? Or rather who killed his son?

On the eve of our wedding, my fiancé, the heir to the Mafia, told me to give my title to another woman and become his mistress. So I left my wedding gown on the floor and chose to marry the Don. If I couldn't be his wife, I would become his Madre. "Miss, Mr. Lorenzo is here," our maid, Maria, announced as she pushed the door open, her voice trembling with excitement. A personal visit from the heir was an honor.

I don't know how this happened but our mansion was signed under magaret's name, meaning she owns our big mansion, now I see the reason dad said I should leave, but his will is still in my name though, so it really didn't bother me, with this will I can earn it back. I want nothing to do with her, she isn't my problem, she has twenty percent of the company shares. I will back for it, this isn't over. I need to uncover this mystery, I will come back. ************** We are in country A, can you imagine? Three heiresses are in a very unfamiliar country, remembering the issue made me heave a sigh. "Wow, country A, here I come!!!" Katie is always dramatic. "Katie, people are staring at us, "vida m

Elsie expressed. “Not every ladies’ dream, only the unserious fellows like you,” he split out. “And I am saying it right to your face now. You can never be an option. Not even at the present of no option other than you.” She bent to the left side and crossed her hands across her chest, snickering, “those are just words of tongue. I mean, it’s a slip of tongues. I am beautiful and well endowed. I am from a conglomerate heiress from the biggest family in the city,”

Within days, the drama reached William. Victor knelt before him, refusing to stand. “I want to break off this engagement with her!” … Growing up, I was taught that, as the heiress of the Grant family, I could never afford to be ruled by emotion. Trusting business partners? Seven parts trust, three parts caution—that was the rule. Had no one ever taught Victor the same? Maybe not. Or perhaps it was because he had been spoiled from the moment he was born. His mother, once a mistress who married into the Harlow family, had been a beloved former actress. Despite her origins, she’d secured unwavering affection and favor.

Then, the light dimmed… The keys ejected themselves from the hole… Then they dropped tp the floor— The mountain went still, before things returned to as it was… That was when a loud and thunderous voice spoke— "Three Keys acknowledged." I froze…this was it. It was happening— "Heir absent." The words hit me like a physical blow. "Access denied." "No..." I took a step backward, then another. My heart hammered against my ribs. "No, that can't—" No, no, no. This can’t be happening! It can’t be!! Heir absent?! NO!! The truth hit me like a physical blow then— The keys were never enough. The Sanctuary required the Moon Blood itself…it required its heir and that was Ellia.