The Heiress Choose Madness Novels & Stories

A woman living in sorrow, guilt, sadness, and pain. A woman who chooses others rather than herself. A woman whom they call brave and outrageous. A woman of hope, as what they say, but what they don’t know is, she is hopeless. Drowning in her misery. *** “Should I choose you over her then?” he asked me. “No Drake. The question should be, ‘Should I choose ME… over you?” “What—“ “That’s the right question, Drake. That’s the perfect question.”

"You will never own me! You will never win against them. Their bond and love are much stronger. You cannot defeat the prophecy! My rightful heir and the Moon Goddess' chosen one. When the right time comes and when the moon turns black, you will die A------" Cassandra's forehead creased. She turned the pages of the journal, but it was blank. She still doesn't know who is Helena was talking about. There's so much question running through her mind. Is the man Ikrur? Who are the heir and the chosen one? Neither of them has answers. Cassandra heard a knock that snapped her out of her thoughts. She quickly returned the journal back to her drawer. When she opened the door, Abegail went inside with

But then she remembered her saying that if Marie followed her, she will have to shoot her head with a bullet. Walking passed through the deserted corridors, she opened each container and poured the liquid all over the first floor of the mansion. Momentarily, she could hear gunshots from above the house and she cannot help but get more and more excited. “The plan worked, little heiress… they have started killing each other like stupid pawns in your little game of chess,” taunted the voice inside her. Steffy had finally emptied the containers so she decided to follow the gunshots from the third floor of the mansion. She could hear muffled voices, followed by a loud wailing which has sounded li

she said and paused "The winner of this task is already known to us since I called everyone's income out and so, Mitchell Campbell is the new heiress to the Campbell's properties" she announced "What?!! That's not possible grandma! How can you allow her to rule over us? You know how grumpy she is already. If you make her the heiress, she will be so full of herself and won't have regard for anyone" John said "I never mentioned attitude when I gave you the tasks. Mitchell won this so you have to accept her as the heiress and put in your best next time" Grandma said

“Drugging your own sister? Faking a sex tape? Destroying her on the day she stood by your side as maid of honor? This is monstrous!” Her performance is so flawless that sniffles echo around us. “Poor girl,” someone murmurs tearfully. "To be betrayed by her own sister this way." "Always in Elise's shadow," another guest adds. "And this is how she's repaid for her loyalty." "I've heard rumors about the Blackwood heiress," a man murmurs to his companion. "Unstable. Manipulative. The family keeps it quiet." "Jealousy is a terrible thing," his companion responds. "To destroy her own sister out of envy."

Now he came for the nest itself. The moon illuminated the yard brighter than the lamps ever had, bathing the surroundings in a silvery cast. Rage simmered in a controlled heat under my skin. Deep down, I’d known this was coming. Known the heiress wasn’t as innocent as she’d tried to lead me to believe, but I’d fallen for her pillowy lips and silky soft folds. Seeing her in that getaway car was only shocking for the first few seconds. Then I burst out laughing to the surprise of my men, slapping a palm over my forehead at the ridiculousness of it all.

"She works here. It's her job to cater to customers' orders and right now, I am a customer." Asshole. Such an asshole. Why haven't I realized this before? Have I been so blinded that I did not realize what kind of man he is? Or have I seen it all along and just ignored it all? What did happen to me? How could I disrespect myself like that? I cleared my throat and faced Heather. "Have you chosen your order, miss?" She smiled sweetly at me, her slender and pretty fingers flicking against each other. "I'll get what my boyfriend got. And yes, please make it fast."

To secure the Brooks empire, their parents set two conditions for choosing the next heiress: Each daughter must present a business proposal strong enough to elevate the family business… And each must secure a fiancé from a reputable family to strengthen the Brooks name. For three months, Nina worked like her life depended on it—because it did. Sleepless nights, endless research, countless drawings. This was her chance to finally prove she belonged in the family. That she wasn’t just the adopted child. That she was worthy. But the chance had slipped through her fingers. Clara, her half-sister, had stolen her project. And now she stood there acting like a saint.

“That’s not what happened. If what you say is true, if the will was falsified, then why all the conditions? Why come and live with us, why not take it all in a heartbeat?” Maria narrows her eyes at me, looking victorious, like she knows all the secrets of the world. “Why not? They needed time to pin it all on you, didn’t they? To make you look like the villain right when you let your guard down the second you invited her in your bed. And with you gone, she becomes the only heir to the riches.” “And give them all to someone else?” “Just think about it. Who in their right mind travel half the world on a promise of an inheritance that might not even exist?”

What's wrong with your stupid brain, huh? Anna tried to straighten out the situation even though she couldn't control her emotions. 'Tch, you're still denying it. Why? Do you think I can't do it huh? You know it so well that I'm the heir to the Lawson group. You can get all the wealth that I will have once you become mine. So, you just submit to me and don't need much resistance to become mine.' Anna could only continue to stare and look for where all of Liam's crazy thoughts were coming from. Until... 'So tell me, how much would I have to give you, so I have a fucking night with you tonight?'