The Heiress Novel Novels & Stories

He wanted more of that mouth, but he needed her hole clenched around him even more. Isabella once again wrapped her fingers on his length and began sliding down on it. Nome could stop the moans that escaped their throats. Asher didn't think it will ever come a time when Isabella's hole would feel anything less heavenly. Exquisite. His eyes fought hard to shut on their own accord, for the pleasure assaulting his being threatened to shatter his senses. But he struggled to keep them open. Isabella impaling herself on his cock was a sight to behold. It didn't help that she was still stark naked like the night before, and her full breasts were on display for his viewing and pleasure. When her ass

Prolouge I was a queen. I had it all. My life was perfect, I was the standard. I’m an idol, people worship the ground I walk on, simply because I’m Rahne Leticia Addams. Or I was. Because I gave up everything when the chance to be with the one I love sprung forth. I was seated by myself in the city’s most beautiful cafe, my coffee by my side as I worked on a business project. Then came in his scent, whiskey mixed with leather and spice, a tingle to the senses. He brought to me a contract document that quested me to become his contracted partner for the next three years.

A minute later, her door burst open and Helena—her ever-stressed personal assistant—stormed in, holding a tablet like it was a ticking time bomb. “You need to see this,” she said breathlessly. “Helena, what—” “It’s everywhere.” She thrust the tablet toward Isabella, and her heart dropped the second she saw the headline. > Laurent Heiress in Secret Relationship with Blackwood Tycoon – Sources Confirm Intimacy Inside Family Estate Below the headline was a blurry photo of her and Alexander walking through the gardens at dusk. His hand was on the small of her back. Her face was tilted toward his, her expression soft and unguarded.

Perhaps he had sinister secrets of his own that he had been keeping and one of them was this heiress who just arrived at the corporation without anyone knowing where she came from or whether she came from the dead. As she walked away majestically in her high heels that made noises as she passed, announcing her presence before she would enter a room, he paused and tried to dial Jared's line again but yet, was met with no response. Hence, making him have no other choice than to do like he had been commanded. He was just a worker, and as one he was under the leadership and direction of who ever was the Executive officer of the corporation. With how things looked, the returned heiress appears to

As I stepped into my role as heiress, I vowed to honor the legacy of generations past while forging my own path towards a future defined by resilience, strength, and unabashed authenticity. In the hushed quietude of the night, Eva Torres paced the plush carpet, the air thick with a nervous energy that prickled her skin. Her reflection in the gilded mirror showed a stark contrast – the woman she knew, clad in sensible cotton pajamas, battled with the image she sought to portray. Tonight, silk whispered against her skin, a luxurious departure from the usual comfort. The delicate fabric clung to her curves in a way that was both foreign and exhilarating, the coolness a stark contrast to the hea

I held back my tears and shouted defiantly, "Skyrise Group belongs to Grandma. I'm the real heiress of the company!" Bang! Before I could catch my breath, Bobby smashed my head against the glass wall again. He continued shouting furiously. "Cindy, quit dreaming. I already gave Skyrise Group to Tina as her wedding gift last year. Whoever marries her will inherit the company!" His words sent a wave of shock through the entire crowd. Everyone's eyes lit up as they stared at Tina. At that moment, a commanding voice came from behind me. "Bobby, I dare you to say that again. Who did you just claim is the heiress of Skyrise Group?"

Prescott's search for a suitable heiress, and I was the chosen one. I puzzled over Mrs. Prescott's intentions, my mind racing with questions. "But how can I be heiress when I'm not directly related to her?" I asked "I'm only carrying her grandson's child. Why does she want me to be heiress and take over? Is that even possible?" "It's not about blood ties," he explained. "Mrs. Prescott's obsession with having an heiress stems from her desire for control and legacy. She believes a female successor will ensure the Prescott family's empire endures."

Because all her accounts as well as her accounts were closed and she had no money to live on when she left. She did not know how she lost her money in the Bank but she only thought of the stepmother. She wiped out all my money and any pesos she left nothing. She is now poor as a rat and There is nothing at all. The former heiress is one of the poor now. Because it was still clear in the sunlight everything the Lawyer had told her that had been transferred to Sheilla’s name all the property named after her was gone. How that was transferred to her name she had no idea just one thing was clear to him she was still hard on the rat.

She was practically jobless and how she survived in this city was amusing. Nobody could judge her social skills even if they tried. She was a bonafide social climber and she did it so well, rumors had it though that she had shackled herself to the wrong billionaire. Adrian Hales was a ‘soon to be’ bankrupt person and it was going to be a beautiful reality for Cassie. Good thing society will still be there and the rude world will still rotate, she frowned at the thought and it was about the same time that they stepped into Dan’s office.

And besides, it would be a little hypocritical of her to refuse him now on the basis of his wealth, when she had just unearthed laws making herself one of the youngest female CEO billionaires in history. Pot and kettle and all that. Feeling like her thoughts had been gathered, Abigail headed back to the house. But she decided to make a pit stop. She now knew that the uncultivated lands she had been so casually strolling on for months did not, in fact, belong to her father and were not part of his estate. But, Abigail supposed, no one had arrested her yet. So, she might as well take one last walk there. She was walking for a few minutes, when she heard a familiar voice.