The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It wasn't just a cold shoulder; it was a coordinated blackout. "Looking for a fan club, Wood?" A girl with platinum blonde hair and a blazer tailored to within an inch of its life stepped into my path. Sienna Rose. I recognized her from the tabloids—the heiress to a hotel empire and, according to the rumors, Roman’s shadow. "I'm just looking for the registrar," I said, keeping my voice "pure" and professional.

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.

I whispered under my breath. I clicked one. “That woman is dangerous. She should be arrested immediately.” I hadn’t processed the first one when another popped in, “Rich people think they can cover up crimes.” “Where is the missing heiress? Start with Grace Parker.” My grip tightened on the phone. “That’s not true,” I muttered. Another notification popped in, “ she’s acting innocent but she knows something.” I exhaled sharply and locked the screen. I barely knew anything about her But even as I said it, something unsettled me because the missing heiress…

When I get there, I'll start with her, and when I'm done I hope to have everything ready, move your fucking ass — I hang up and proceed to call Nat, who takes a while to answer. ~ You never notify anything, as always — I don't care. ~ How's everything over there? ~ No one knows you left the mansion. Your servants are very loyal — of course, the last one who couldn't keep her mouth shut is now without a hand and without fingers in case she tries to write. ~ What about her? ~ Well, I say she knows already, but she doesn't care much. If that was all, see you tonight. Enjoy your afternoon — she hangs up.

Lyn handed her some papers, “your grandfather asked me to hide your identity as the heiress. Only me and the assistant manager knew.” ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

The news anchor’s voice rang out: "Suzanne Smith, a renowned actress and heiress to the Smith Empire in Canada, has resurfaced after years of seclusion from the business world. She has announced the launch of the groundbreaking self-driving car project, Medal Cars, which has already gained approval from the most powerful businessmen worldwide. This marks a new era in AI-driven transportation." Their hands dropped from each other’s hair as they stared in stunned silence. Beatrice’s mouth fell open. "Suzanne… was an heiress to a powerful family?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

BLURB For three years, Seraphina gave everything she had to a man who never saw her clearly. She cooked, she endured, she stayed quiet through every insult his family threw at her, and she secretly kept his failing business alive from the shadows, without him ever knowing it was her. Then his first love walked back through the door, and Seraphina disappeared. She walked out as his invisible wife and came back as Seraphina Vaughn, the hidden heiress of the most powerful family in the country. The woman two dangerous older brothers would tear the world apart for, the woman every powerful man in the city now wants standing beside him. Damian thought she would come back within a week; bu

"She’s intelligent. Dangerously intelligent. She played the long game before she ever revealed her true name." ​For the first time since the crisis began, Richard Blackwood felt a thrill. ​"I’ve spent my entire life crushing spoiled, entitled heirs," he soliloquized, walking back to the window. "They inherit billions, they get lazy, and they make predictable mistakes. But this one... she built an armor before she ever stepped onto the battlefield. I like that." ​The board members exchanged uneasy glances. With Richard, a compliment was merely the prologue to an execution.

Not the kind that made even the staff speak in whispers, as though the walls might hear. It had returned the moment the family saw the headline. **“Julian Lake and ‘Impostor Heiress’ Reunited in Midnight Encounter — Real Love or Calculated Power Play?”** The front page of the Tribune showed the two of them—Julian and Amelia—walking side by side out of a bar. He had his jacket over her shoulders. Her face was tired, bruised, but undeniably hers. Their body language wasn’t strategic. It was intimate.

She couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding as he began to speak. "I hope you all have enjoyed this gathering," Hao Xiang begins, his eyes sweeping across the room. "Today is indeed a special day, as it marks the beginning of a new chapter for our family. My lovely grandchild Sarah, and my heiress is here." Cynthia clearly shows irritation with the word “heiress,” so she leans over to whisper to her daughter Arlene. Their hushed voices were barely audible, but Sarah could sense a mixture of excitement and curiosity in their demeanor.