Novel & Cerita The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming

Some apologies, when they arrive too late, are only useful as farewells. Six months later, I officially became CEO of Nero Harbor. At the celebration, my father pinned a black obsidian Bellandi brooch to my dress and said softly, "Welcome home, princess." This time, I didn't hate the title. A princess wasn't someone who waited to be saved. A princess could also be the person holding the contracts, the docks, the fleets, and the direction of her own life. Grace left Chicago later. I heard she changed her name and became a receptionist in another state, still posting vague claims about powerful people persecuting her. No one believed her anymore.

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.

c were here already as efforts were made to retrieve the body. Few hours later after continuous search of Nathan's car hoping to find his body,his body was found at the shores of the ocean at the beach. Nathan was dead. His death threw his family into a state of distress, especially his father who had no other heir except his daughter. Dr. Vanguard had looked up to his son as the only hope of a suitable heir. He had envisioned a bright future for his corporation as long as it falls into the hands of his son—Nathan Vanguard.

Asher had mentioned vaguely that she is widowed, but didn't offer any bases. “What happened to him?” Isabella hoped she wasn't intruding. After all, Dragana knew everything there was to know about her. Which made the heiress not to feel so much embarrassment poking in what was none of her business. “I think I saw a few pictures of him in the living room.”

After all, it was a fact that the scions and socialites within the city would be utterly eclipsed if she, the Queen of Finance, made an appearance at that banquet. … Meanwhile, Hazel and the others had already returned to the villa. The entire place felt lifeless. The three heiresses were in the worst mood imaginable as they laid their eyes on the frail Zeke. Unfortunately, there was nothing they could do. The mysterious blood donor was nowhere to be found. Evan refused to cooperate. Even worse, the miracle doctor who had cured Gaius had a terrible impression of them. They truly couldn't think of any other viable solution. They were at a dead end.

He truly intended to ignore her for a good while and just sat back in his armchair. "Interesting, both friends hiding things. One is a hired assassin, making a lot of money but living an ordinary life. The other is an almost trillionaire heiress pretending to be poor. What other secrets does she have? Zany Bay seems to be helping, I don't doubt that." In her room, Elizabeth was surprised when she saw Gaby arrive. She could hardly believe she could receive a visitor, but Richard had been clear; she just couldn't leave the mansion, yet she was on the verge of a breakdown in her room as she told Gaby everything she had discovered.

I was cut short by Eugene. “You said you were here to see someone, who is it?" She asked. Once again, I wanted to snap at her, but her mother happened to be her saving grace. She's really lucky her mother is here, I don't take it lightly with anyone who fucks with Kyle. “I'm here for the same person you're here to see," I replied to her. “Who do you think we're here to see?" She frowned. “The new heiress to the Lancaster Empire of course." I know this is the way out her mother was saying, they must have managed to get the approval of the heiress already.

one commented. “Shut up,” Reese said, stealing the beams of the ladies. “B*tch. What did you say?” Looking back with glare, Reese shouted, “I SAID SHUT UP YOU UGLY OGRES!” “O-Ogre?” one asked while pointing to herself. “You d-dared call us ogres! You must have a death wish.” “Don’t you know who I am?” Reese asked as she stood up and pointed to herself. With a grin, she introduced, “I am Nadia Wyatt. I am the sole heiress of Wyatt corporation! No one is allowed to touch me! Do you understand that?”