The Heiress Choose Madness Novels & Stories

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?'

Nothing unnecessary. She liked it that way. But tonight Her mind didn’t stay still. It went back. To him. Kael. She frowned slightly, sitting at the edge of her bed. “He’s annoying,” she muttered. Too confident. Too sure of himself. Like he could decide something and it would happen. Like inviting her to a gala was normal. Like she would just… agree. She lay back, staring at the ceiling. “He thinks because he’s rich, he can get anything,” she added quietly.

Remi didn't say anything at first, just watched me the way you watch something you're deciding whether to bother with, and I sat there across from two of the most powerful men in the country and felt smaller than I had felt at any point since this entire nightmare started. "You know what our sister gave up for you?" Cyrus said. "I know," I said. "Do you" he said, and it wasn't a question, it was a statement wearing a question's shape. "She walked away from all of this. This building, this name. Every door it opens. Three years of her life to a man who couldn't see her standing in front of him." "I know what I did," I said. "I'm trying to fix it." Remi laughed, short and humorless. "Fix it,"

It may not beat getting humped by a stubborn, conveniently prude heiress, but it would do. Maybe I would find out just what about this heiress, apart from her deceptively innocent allure and inherited assets, drew attention like sharks to blood. And more importantly, the who behind the scenes. Because let’s face it. Anonymously hired muscle men? Faceless attackers? The mastermind didn’t want to be found. But he’d caught my attention. And I don’t abandon trails easily. I see it to the very end. Obsessively. Wholeheartedly. Snapping my fingers, I activated the soundproof systems, and then the speakers, which blared a haunting Italian ballad.

He declared in a deep voice and Cara lowered her head, wiping a lone tear that trickled down her cheek. “You’ve only one choice. Submit to me!” As he spoke, she felt a shiver run down her spine at the deep resonance of his voice. Cara lifted her gaze to him, and her gloomy hazel eyes met with intriguing grey eyes. *** Where would this forbidden relationship take them? What led the heiress of the most powerful business empire to live under the identity of a deceased girl? Will the hidden heiress ever regain her rightful identity? Who will be Cara’s savior?

She had a haughty look on her face. " Mad? I'm telling you Miranda, if something happens to her, you'll know what madness looks like." Damian threatened, a cold look on his face. Looking at the woman before him, he could no longer recognize her anymore. He could not believe that she was the woman the mood goddess chose for him. Come to think of it, it was better that she chose his brother over him. He would have never tolerated someone with such a dark and torn heart. " What are you talking about?" Luna Miranda asked after dismissing her maids.

He gripped her by the arms so that she would turn to look at him. “It means she comes from one of the most powerful black magic enchantresses that ever existed. Brindle may be next in line to rule the side of darkness.” Madison set down on the sofa as it seemed her legs no longer wanted to support her.

Shella cringed at the thought that crossed her mind. "You have a crush on Sir Lucas, too, Shella. I could accept it if he had chosen one of us. But not that brat. We don't even know where she came from" She was exasperated. "Is she a secret heiress like Madame Skye? I don't think so. She is too pathetic for such drama" She rolled her eyes and scoffed in contempt. "I'm a heiress but it's not a secret. Not a pathetic too"