The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming Novels & Stories

Isabella cursed inwardly. So this was one of the so-called elite. She recognized him now—Williams Edinburgh. Chairman of Crown Real Estate. Rank: tenth on the rich list. Reputation: disgusting. As expected. He reached for her again. This time, with more force. He was already dragging her toward the couch when— A hand landed on her shoulder. Cold. Steady. Familiar. Before she could react, she was pulled back— —and the next second, she was pressed into a firm embrace.

We are strong and we refuse to let them kill our dreams and visions. “Well, I have no idea what you are talking about. But I just…” I paused, tilting my head slightly. “I heard the heiress hasn’t made any real public appearances. Not until recently—at the Wellington event. The one all over the news.” “I was there,” I added calmly, not accusing or anything. “I saw her. And she was wearing a mask. No one’s actually seen her face.” I gave a small shrug. “So it’s just… interesting that you’re saying you played golf with her last week.”

This was the woman whose anonymous ghost scripts had siphoned her out of the industrial hub—the unseen phantom who had manipulated her every move. The Stepmother straightened her spine instantly, pulling her mask of aristocratic composure back over her face, though a cold bead of sweat formed at the base of her neck. She had heard the whispered rumors on the high-society wire this morning: the legendary Fairchild heiress had touched down from London, shifting the balance of the city's private equity markets within hours. "Miss Fairchild," the Stepmother said, forcing her voice into a polite, steady purr. "To what do we owe the honor of a private visit? I didn't realize the London foundation

Afterwards, he returned to the crowd, looking at me proudly. Father extended his hand to me, and I took it. "It took a long time to introduce her, but now is the perfect time for me to introduce Vanessa Hector as the heiress of the Hector family." After that, all I heard was the clapping of the guests. Some of them started talking to the people near them with happy looks on their faces, but most of them were quite surprised. "I didn't expect this party to be an opportunity to introduce Lord Jordan's heir." One of the conversations I heard from the front of the podium made me smile awkwardly.

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

Perhaps he had sinister secrets of his own that he had been keeping and one of them was this heiress who just arrived at the corporation without anyone knowing where she came from or whether she came from the dead. As she walked away majestically in her high heels that made noises as she passed, announcing her presence before she would enter a room, he paused and tried to dial Jared's line again but yet, was met with no response. Hence, making him have no other choice than to do like he had been commanded. He was just a worker, and as one he was under the leadership and direction of who ever was the Executive officer of the corporation. With how things looked, the returned heiress appears to

Then he exclaimed, “Fifty million going once? Fifty million going twice, fifty million going thrice!- Congratulations! This pretty lady in a silver dress will now be the possessor of this set of jewelry.” Many people had joined the bidding, but only one winner emerged. No one could believe their eyes or ears, especially Lucas Harrison and the girl sitting beside him who looked ghastly pale. “No way! She can't afford that money.” “But she just did! Who exactly is she?” “Oh, she's Heidi. Heidi Olsen. How could they think that they could contend with the wealthiest heiress in Phoenix City?” The man who spoke was the same middle-aged man who just uncovered Heidi's identity.

He went down to the terrace, the night wind cold against his face. From here he could see the city lights stretching endlessly, a reminder of the empire he controlled. Blackwood Enterprises was unshakable. But he wasn’t sure he was anymore. His phone buzzed. Damian pulled it from his pocket, expecting Reed with a report or perhaps Gregory checking in. Instead, his screen lit with a headline notification. Vanessa Hart stuns in silk gown as whispers of Blackwood heir intensify.

I wasn’t about to stand by and let them treat us this way. Mr. Bernard leaned in closer, his eyes blazing. “Do you know who this young lady is?” he demanded, gesturing to me with a sweep of his hand. “Or are you visually impaired? This is Nina, heiress of Liberty’s Enterprises, one of the most powerful families in New York.” I offered a cool smile, feeling a flicker of satisfaction as the bouncers paused, eyes widening slightly as they looked me over. But their reaction wasn’t what I’d expected. Instead of letting us through, they exchanged skeptical glances, their mouths twisting into sneers.

Then, quieter, almost to herself, she added, "Yet something doesn't sit right." Her friend hummed thoughtfully and went back to scrolling through her phone. A second later, her brows lifted. "Oh," she said. "This is interesting." Camilla looked up. "What?" Instead of answering, her friend turned the phone toward her. A video was playing, bright lights, a grand hall, voices buzzing. The headline sat boldly at the top: FROST HUMILIATES WHITMORE HEIRESS AT ANNUAL BUSINESS CONVENTION