The Heiress Choose Madness Novels & Stories

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.

Vanessa followed shortly after. Leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, Vanessa smirked. “Isabella, aren’t you afraid? Digging up other people’s dirt like this… what happens when yours comes out?” Isabella’s eyes narrowed slightly, a cold glint flashing within them. She turned, voice indifferent. “Who doesn’t have secrets in this industry? You included… Miss Hartley.” She deliberately emphasized the surname. Then, as if recalling something, she added lightly— “Speaking of which… doesn’t the title ‘mistress pretending to be a rich heiress’ suit you quite well? Saves me the trouble of coming up with a headline when I expose you.”

Across the room, cutting through the sea of suits and gowns, was Kael Ashford. He was the middle child, the son from Robert’s second mistress. If Bella was fire and Riley was water, Kael was ice. He wore a tailored black suit that fit him like a glove, his dark hair slightly messy, a glass of scotch in his hand. He looked bored. He always looked bored. Kael’s eyes scanned the room until they landed on the two sisters. A smirk played on his lips as he sauntered over. "The Cinderella and the Evil Queen," Kael drawled, stopping in front of them. "Am I interrupting a catfight, or are you two actually behaving for once?"

A line item labeled Temporary Relocation Solution. He approved funding. He didn’t choose the method. He didn’t ask what temporary meant. She swallows. Her chest tightens, but the walls hold. Then she opens the third file. And the air leaves her lungs. This one is older. Earlier. The header alone makes her fingers go numb. RECOMMENDATION: REMOVAL FROM LINE OF SIGHT She reads the first paragraph once. Then again. Then slower. The language is careful. Polished. Framed as necessity. He writes about risk. About exposure. About the danger of rivals discovering a hidden heiress before safeguards are in place.

*************** I was woken up by the chirping of birds and the relentless buzzing of my phone. The sun, which had set from the east, almost blinded my face, causing my vision to become blurred. Upon picking up my phone, I almost lost my balance when I saw the news headline. THE HEIRESS OF THE LANCASTER GROUP, NOW MRS. REID HAS BEEN CAUGHT IN BED WITH ANOTHER MAN JUST AFTER THE DEATH OF HER HUSBAND’S GRANDMOTHER. WHAT COULD BE HAPPENING? I quickly got out of bed and made my way towards the bathroom. Searching for Alex, but to no avail.

"And so, you are telling me that you are in love with me? Is that it? How dare you! I'd better get going now! You are an impertinent and disgusting person! On top of that, you thought that I would easily be swayed by your good looks? Hey mister, wake up! I am not that kind of woman and I do not like you! You are just a poor young lawyer who wanted to take advantage of a rich woman like me. I am telling you this - you will never succeed! Goodbye! I do not want to see you ever again!" Imman could not believe what he just heard. He felt a heavy blow inside his heart. The heiress left, but he could not curse her - he loves everything in her. On her way to the parking area, Cassandra heard footst

Patronized by the rich and who-mattered-in-America, she made her mark without depending on her identity as a heiress. ‘Unlike me,’ I thought to myself. I was just a bartender, still searching for my passion. In the midst of which I'd been forced into an arranged marriage. An arranged marriage from which I was rescued by an unfeeling vampire. An heiress-turned bartender, who was being chased by her father who wanted to kill her. Yup, the description fitted my character profile. Nessa was looking at me with sparkling eyes, when I looked up again. I groaned. “What now?”

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.

Big time. He took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "You're an heiress to one of the most powerful companies in Canada," he said, his tone shaking with frustration. "Do you even realize who you are? This life you’re living, it isn’t worth it. You don’t have to put up with him. You don’t owe him anything."