The Heiress Novel Novels & Stories

“Get out. Someone will fetch you.” And that is somewhat true, I need to remind myself not to drag her out of my office because I needed to be kind or else the I will not strike a deal with the old man. This girl is the heiress of the Pascual Company and even though I hate to admit it, she possesses something that I need. “Aren’t you too rude? I’m your fiancé plus we needed to talk.” By the way how she rolls her eyes and present herself, she is indeed not stupid. I crossed my legs and put my hand at the top of the table before looking at her.

How could there even be a question of love? “But Yvonne, she was willing to risk her life for me before she even knew who I was. How could I not be moved by such pure love?” For a moment, I almost believed him. As the heiress of a prominent family, I had always been calculating and pragmatic. I had to consider my parents, my family, and my responsibilities. I certainly wouldn’t risk my life for anyone on a whim. But we all overlooked another possibility. Even if Victor had been unconscious from the car accident, the custom-tailored suit and Patek Philippe watch he was wearing would have been more than enough to show his wealth and status.

he blurted out- after a few seconds of torturing me with his gaze. My eyes sharply shot up from the wineglass. "Why? Did anything happen?" "Harriett turned out to be the heiress of the Dell company," he replied as he leaned against the table as if to gauge my reaction. I didn't disappoint because the next second had my lips flying apart with my eyes bulging out.

Confusion swarmed in Greg's eyes as he held on to her fragile body. “I did some digging, Greg. About Megan. About who she really is.” Greg froze, his mind reeling with disbelief. “What do you mean?” he asked for the hundredth time. Elizabeth took a deep breath, her hands trembling as she reached for her phone. “I found something. Something that might explain everything.” With trembling hands, she handed Greg her phone, the screen displaying a headline that made his blood run cold: “New York's Youngest Heiress Revealed: Margaret Song.”

Grandma Adaline inquired. "Charlotte in a conference hall?" I echoed, my own surprise obvious as I moved closer to the TV screen. As I read the headline and watched the video footage of Charlotte, The headlines appeared "Nathan Robert is unwell, and his sister Charlotte Robert is taking over the company: The Heiress is Back!," I couldn't help but cover my mouth in shock. The revelation that Charlotte was the heiress of Rob-Glow, a company even mightier than HAN DESIGNS, left me reeling. "How could Charlotte have known the way to the conference hall? Who allowed her in? Her new man must be behind this," Grandma Adaline speculated, her concern apparent. I gazed at her and noticed she wasn't we

The audience was mesmerized, marveling at her skill. Tiffany, who was the heiress of McAuley Group, possessed both beauty and intelligence. She had excelled in her studies since childhood and mastered multiple languages, winning first place at international ballet competitions at the age of 12. She had truly won the life lottery, as she was rich, talented, and beautiful.

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 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.

Send. Somewhere over the Pacific, turbulence jolted the plane. Nathan’s pen streaked across a margin. He stared at the line, jagged and defiant, before ripping out the page. Eden City greeted him with sleet and a text from Lina: Car 2A. No press. The Escalade’s heater roared, fighting the November chill. Lina handed him a dossier. "Reagan’s creditors are panicking. Three banks are ready to jump." "Good." Nathan’s breath fogged the window. "Set up a call with Citadel’s CFO. Quietly."

But the burn didn’t ease the knot in his chest. The news flashed on TV. “In breaking news, the missing Hartman heiress has been found alive after twenty-three years…” Adrian froze. The screen showed Evelyn stepping from a black car, surrounded by cameras. “She’s the missing Hartman heiress,” he whispered. Charlotte paled. “That’s impossible.” Adrian barely heard her. Every cruel word he’d thrown at Evelyn echoed in his head. He’d called her a gold digger, said she didn’t belong. Now she was the richest woman in New York.