The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming Mga Nobela at Kwento

“ I told her, but she needs to hear from you. Give her a call.” “ Okay.” He replied flatly and hung up before Nathaniel could say anything else. He didn't think about it, nor made any attempts to call Fiona; instead, he just drove back home. His mind drifting to David, whom he had instructed to get the schedule of the heiress of the RC group. A person of an important key to his latest investment, whom he needs to meet with. But the heiress, Katherine Noella, is someone who hardly stays in the country or in a spot where she can easily be found.

“Are you sure this is what you want, child?” “Yes, Mamita. I need to do this.” The help came in less than an hour and Tiffany has the resources to burn a whole city. Wearing a tight-fitted black overall suit, she expertly moved without being seen around the mansion that had been a witness of the life she had as a billionaire's daughter. The thought of burning it down gave a pang inside her chest for the memories of her beautiful mother still lingered around it. “I know you’re scared and sad, little Heiress. But there is no turning back now, Tiffany.”

She had stood on that stage and revealed herself as Hazel Saint Claire, CEO of E&H Investments, and I had stood there like a fool, my mouth hanging open, unable to process what I was seeing. Hazel Saint Claire. Not Hazel Rossi. Not some woman trying to build a small restaurant. Hazel Saint Claire. Billionaire heiress. CEO of a global company. Granddaughter of Margaret Sinclair. And she hadn't told me. All those months together. All those nights when I had asked her what was wrong and she had lied to my face. All those moments when she could have trusted me, could have told me the truth, and instead she had kept it locked away like I was someone she couldn't rely on.

But it couldn't last, because in mid-December, Vex returned from one of her scouting expeditions with news that changed everything. She looked worse than I'd ever seen her—her face was gaunt, her left arm was bandaged heavily, and there was a kind of desperate urgency in her eyes. Corvin hustled her inside immediately, and the rest of us were kept away from the initial conversation. But rumors spread quickly in the keep. Someone had overheard. Someone had seen something. By evening, everyone knew. "The creatures," one of the younger refugees said, his voice shaking. "The Scourge. They're moving again. Vex saw them. A whole group of them, heading southeast, toward Karenthel."

"I'll get your usual caramel latte with extra whip, right?" I smiled, she remembered. "Yeah." Natalie hurried off, returning minutes later with my drink and a giant blueberry muffin. "On the house," she said, plopping into the chair across from me. "Now SPILL. How does a billionaire heiress end up working a normal job and hiding her identity?" I took a sip of the latte perfect, as always before sighing. "Long story." "We've got time," Natalie said, propping her chin on her hands.

she said, “they are going to hate me more when I show up looking like this beside you.” I smirked. They were going to have a fit and that was certain. Afterall, their numerous candidates could never beat Estelle's ethereal beauty. “You're right,” I said with a smile, offering her my arm to hold onto like a gentleman. She took it grudgingly and we walked across the large hallway to the entrance of the banquet hall. We waited for the butler at the door to announce our presence. “The Alpha, Zen Xerxes of The Bloodfang pack and his companion, Princess Estelle,” I smiled at the butler, tipping him a gold coin as I passed him.

A little voice in her head whispered, Run ,You don’t belong here. But Kayden stood like a wall next to her solid, fierce and unbothered. Unshakeable. Some of the pack bowed, others hesitated. But one of them stood out , one of the maids in the back slipped away quietly away from the crowd , phone clutched in her hand. “ He brought another woman,” she whispered through the phone , making sure no one could hear her. An hour passed. Kayden gave her a quick tour, never letting go of her hand.

"Are you telling me that you married one of the richest guy in Italy?" I nodded. “Moira, I am Fabe Ava Everette-Hamilton,” I confessed. She knows me by Ava, not the whole me. "Oh, God," she gasps in shock, "You are the billionaire heiress. What's that on the internet? I followed that news, ah! Miss Nobody: The Worthless Projected Wife is Trillion-Dollar Queen by John Dawson." "That's me." "No fucking way! I think I'm going to freak out," Moira shakes her hands.

A nearby aide whispered, "That's the Morrison heiress, the current CEO of the Morrison Group." "So young?" Mr. O'Leary craned forward to get a glimpse but could only see a partial profile. Attempting to move closer, he was blocked by security enforcing order, directing everyone to their seats. Stanley caught the faint response on the other end. "Did you see the Morrison heiress?" "Sort of. I think I saw her," Mr. O'Leary replied, a bit reluctantly. A shadow counts as a sighting. "What was she wearing? What does she look like?"

Nothing could cool the heat burning inside me. I wasn’t stupid. I knew what “by sunrise” meant. And I was right. The next morning, the whispers started. Staff moved strangely. Phones lit up, screens flashing with headlines. Liam barged into the lounge, his phone clutched in his hand, his face pale with fury. “It’s out.” I froze. “What’s out?” He shoved the phone toward me. My name, my face, splashed across a digital headline. **Heiress Snare: Mystery Woman Manipulates Carter Heirs in Power Play.**