Novel & Cerita The Heiress Choose Madness

"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.”

I said, I wanted to scream, to scream so loud it’d rupture her ears but I couldn’t, all I can do is be happy that the heiress isn’t the pathetic Abigail. Now to the situation at hand, the lady in power, she emerged from the door, the guards around her paving way, I looked at her, the young lady had freckles, beautifully visible ones, she was as they had said, she was indeeed beautiful, I looked at Damien, he seemed rather uninterested in her looks but yet, it slipped from my lips. “So what do you think?” I asked as we all proceeded to give the heiress a standing ovation. “Think about what?” He snapped back, his eyes on the heiress, if I hadn’t known about our situation with getting with the

Everyone will betray me, in the end, even him. I rose and headed into the hallway, needing to assess the mansion's layout, find any secrets, any potential escape routes should he decide to kill me. I turned and saw three maids staring. Their gazes were cold, unwelcoming. The brown-haired maid rolled her eyes, and they began to whisper, not even bothering to hide it. "She's the Sterling heiress... the broke heiress." "Oh, I've heard about her," another chimed in. "The boss probably bought her. It's obvious what she offers him. Her body." They laughed, a cruel, mocking sound.

Grabbing the edge of the table, my knuckles turned white. Maddox thought he had me perfectly trapped. He assumed I would sacrifice my freedom to save the brother who tried to assassinate my children. He grossly underestimated exactly who he was dealing with. "So, what is your answer, Heiress?" Maddox asked, swirling his wine. "Do we set a wedding date, or does your brother die tomorrow?" Reaching out, I picked up the USB drive. I squeezed the hard plastic tight in my palm. "You made a massive miscalculation, Maddox."

I was getting ready to bring my girlfriend home to meet my mother when Rosalind Whitehall suddenly went silent. I was starting to panic when a notification popped up on my phone. It was a wedding livestream from a couple with 1,000,000 followers. "Looking back, the laughter and joy of that wedding celebration made it the happiest moment of my life. Mr. Grosvenor, I'm counting on you for the rest of my life." "We promised that once we hit 1,000,000 followers, the groom would finally show his face. A promise is a promise." In the video, Rosalind stood in a wedding dress and gently exchanged rings with a man. Our mutual friends flooded the comments. [Five years, and we finally got to watc

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.

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.

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.