The Heiress Novel Novels & Stories

Grandma said and I heaved a sigh of relief She's going to start with John and Hazel so Mitchell and I will know our fate by then but I have a feeling that Mitchell is going to become the heiress. How great will it be for a heir and heiress to be together? We will conquer the world together and make so many histories. TBC........ ©️ Tricia

She forcefully removed its hands clasped around him. "Liar! You just used me for your own interest! You thought, I would never know the truth that you can like me, because I will inherit. But as you know, I was adopted! And Nathalie is the real heiress. You ignored me Steven. You don't know how much that hurts me," Her tears whispered. The pain she had long forgotten just returned. The pain to think that he could just marry her. Just because of the money. It released him a hug. She faced again. Their faces are close together.

She had a displeased look at my father’s hesitation, but I knew her too well to think she would back down. “Ehm... sorry about that.” She smiled. “He can be very emotional, as am I,” she said. “But this is a happy day. Today, my husband and I declare Daisy Gomez, the only daughter of Eric and Mirela Gomez, the new heiress of—” “Why would you make such a declaration without consulting your first daughter?” I called out, stepping into the congregation fully. The crowd fell into stunned silence. All eyes turned to me as I walked down the aisle, flanked by Olivia and Matilda. Gasps and murmurs rippled through the congregation. Some clutched their pearls; others whispered my name in disbelief.

I wanted to call out for help, but a part of me suspected I might be kidnapped, and alerting whoever was holding me might not be the best idea. I slipped on my slippers and stood up, feeling a bit dizzy. My head throbbed, but I managed to move forward. I gripped my hairpin tightly, using it as a makeshift defense. As I stepped out of the room, I took in the grandeur of the mansion. It was huge, even bigger than mine, and beautifully decorated. The walls were painted white, and the hallway was adorned with various art pieces. The opulence suggested that my kidnapper was wealthy, which made me wonder what their motives were because it was clear that they don't need money from me.

Damien’s steady hand on my shoulder reminded me that I was not alone, yet the weight of the moment threatened to crush my resolve. I recalled every warning, every whispered prophecy—the seer’s ominous words, the spectral guardian’s lament, and even the dark dreams that had haunted my sleep. All pointed to one undeniable truth: I was not just an ordinary heiress with a broken past, nor was I merely a pawn in the schemes of powerful alphas. I was the chosen vessel, marked by an ancient sigil that could either herald a new era or bring forth unspeakable destruction.

My mother-in-law stood in the doorway of what was supposed to be my home, looking at me like I was dirt on her expensive shoes. "He'll be here," I said quietly, even though we both knew I was lying. Margaret laughed, the sound was cold and cruel. "My son is working late with Victoria. You know, someone actually important? Someone who understands business? Not some nobody he picked up from God knows where." My fingers tightened around my phone. I wanted to scream that I understood business better than Victoria ever could, that I could buy and sell the Blackwell family fortune ten times over, that I was Elena Sterling, hidden heiress to Sterling Global, one of the largest corporations in the c

I'm an Alpha, an heiress, and a well-brought-up lady. "A heiress indeed. A heiress without a land or pack. And - if you are well brought up as you claimed, how come you rushed at my manhood the moment you had the chance?" "I don't have a choice. " "Nobody put knives to your throat." "Yes, but things were more complicated than they appeared to you."

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

He frowned, “watch your tone.” “I asked you a question, Lucas. Don't mess with me.” I replied, with anger burning within me. “Why shouldn't I mess with you? Who are you? You're nothing but a pathetic heiress with nothing in her bank account. No money, no assets. Nothing.” “My child is in Kate. You can't do this to me!” I wailed, “God, you're quite slow.” I blinked.

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION The characters, settings, and ideas in this work are purely fictional. Any resemblance is only a coincidence. THE HEIRESS: (Book 1: HER SECRET MISSION) ©plume alter (Ricki Ryce) Published on Goodnovel (2020). THE ORDEAL ∞≠∞ Tiffany was determined to join the brotherhood.