The Heiress Novel Novels & Stories

And that someone used to be Shane Ryder until Clare claimed him as hers. That night was one of the worst ones I’ve ever experienced. So I push the thought to the back of my mind. Clare is still talking my ear off about how amazing everything looks when two girls walk towards us and I immediately want to run away. It’s Megan Rose and Eden Park, Clare Haistings friends. They both look absolutely amazing in their matching satin oval green dresses and strappy heels. They’ve always matched and I thought it was childish at first then I realized that Clare encourages it only because she looks like a main character when she’s with them.They are mean girls that Clare uses to hide behind in order to k

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 added, gauging Rissa's reaction. “Win his heart?” Rissa questioned suspiciously. “Oh! Aren't you aware?” the nerd asked wide-eyed. “Of what?” Rissa questioned. “She is an heiress, and I think her family are eyeing building a strong connection with Perchy Peach; she must have been sent here to get close enough to seduce him”, she rambled on. Rissa felt a pang of jealousy at the fact that Adrian kept such a person who obviously is infatuated with him working under him.

The woman they had thought of as a gold digger was none other than the heiress of the Hale family. While Nathaniel felt the floor drop out beneath his shoes. The few glass shards which were still stuck in his hand finally fell to the floor as he stared at Elara, the woman he had hurt many times in their past, the woman he had treated so wrong in their past. She was the very heiress people bowed down to.

It was the Brooks family’s 25th anniversary. The house was full of guests. Music played softly, people laughed, and waiters moved through the room with trays. Nina sat at the corner of the ballroom, her glass of wine untouched, her eyes flicking toward the entrance every few seconds. Tonight wasn’t just any celebration—it was her chance to finally introduce Joseph Brown, heir to the prestigious Brown International Conglomerate, to her family. They had been dating for a year and tonight was the night she wanted to take a step ahead of Clara to meet the Brooks family’s other rule: whoever becomes heiress must also prove she can make a strong marriage into a respected family. She hoped Joseph w

A few of the more nervous guests shuffled toward the exits, only to remember, with dawning horror, that the doors were blocked by men with broad shoulders and harder faces. At the centre of the storm, Bella steadied herself and straightened her dress with a forced composure that betrayed her inner tremor. She moved forward, clutching at the remnants of pride, and announced in a voice pitched for confrontation, “Hi, I’m Bella, the Reynolds family’s heiress, this year’s city top scorer, and fiancée to Mr. Collins.” The list of titles was supposed to act like armour, expected to make people defer. She stepped closer to William, expecting the crowd to tilt back toward her, to recognize power and

“You think I set this password now just to impress you?” “That’s the fact,” I replied. “One more thing. Save yourself future embarrassment and kill this fantasy tonight. Many rich heiresses are out there. I will never be interested in you.” “Rich heiresses.” He scoffed as I walked past. “You think I'm after that little money your family has?” I paused. Then smiled briefly. “The money might be small, but the status is the same. An heiress is always an heiress, unlike a poor girl from unknown origin.”

Camilla's POV ‘IN WHAT CAN ONLY BE DESCRIBED AS A SEISMIC SHIFT IN WEST CITY'S SOCIAL LANDSCAPE, BILLIONAIRE PATRIARCH ELIAS VOSS, HAS CONFIRMED THE RETURN OF HIS ONLY HEIR FROM THE STATES TO SUCCEED HIM AS HE COMES TO AN END OF HIS BUSINESS CAREER” “JUST IN: HEIR TO EMPIRE HEIR HAS REPORTED TO BE MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE ANONYMOUS OWNER OF NOVA COMPANIES AND NOVA FINANCE EMPIRES….

The heiress who was used to commanding the wind and rain… the heiress who was used to her brothers waiting hand and foot on her, ready to pluck the stars from the sky at her demand … started her new life, full of yearning only to be slapped in the face by reality… The heiress turned into a worthless maid overnight… fallen from the skies into the mud… the fear of being framed at the drop of a hat … the pain of seeing the extravagant show of affection between her beloved man and his lover … the journey from grace to grass was very steep and sudden and yet the young heiress didn’t cower… she didn’t run, she chose to grin and bear.

"I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you. Do you need a car or a house? I'll take you on a vacation, I'm sure you want one." The worst insult. Do I look like a two dollar bill prostitute of a mistress he can sway because of that rubbish? I'm a fucking Billionaire heiress! I wasn't marrying the fool because I needed money but due to pressure. He was nothing compared to my family inheritance and here he was blabbing about materialism. "Use that money to get yourself treated from S.T.I's." I clicked my tongue to the roof of my mouth and cast the blonde bitch a sinister grin as she looked up scared and ashamed using the comforter as a shield.