The Heiress Novel Novels & Stories

It felt like a notification; a ping from a network that shouldn't exist. "I’m fine," Maya said, though a cold shiver traced her spine. "Just a bit of static. We need to move faster. The Silence is holding for now, but the Heiress isn't just a reader. She’s an editor. And I have a feeling she’s already drafting a revision to our story."

I gave a tight smile and walked in, heading towards the table at the end of the hall. The library was huge and smelled like crisp paper. Rows of towering shelves were all over the place, and it was as silent as a graveyard. “Alpha Zen,” the old scribe greeted, courtseying. I recognized him from when my father was alive. His name was Jayreth. “You’ve heard about the girl, have you not?” I asked him. I did not have time to waste on pleasantries. “Yes, I have,” he said. “The enemy’s daughter . The one with glowing blood, isn’t it?”

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"This girl here is Victoria Peige, the heiress of the famous Prestige Hotels, she's my new girlfriend." ---END OF CHAPTER THREE---

In a world where I wasn’t this broken. *** Welcome to Season 2 of The Heiress and the Four Brothers~ 01102025, Anne Joyce

As the helicopter descended gracefully onto the sprawling grounds of the Ryan's mansion, the whirring blades gradually came to a halt, their noise fading into the background. The door slid open smoothly, revealing a scene that felt surreal, as if plucked from a dream. Amidst the air of sophistication and opulence emanating from the mansion, a breathtaking woman emerged from the aircraft, poised and graceful. Rosa, her name whispered with awe and admiration, personified elegance and allure. Her light-skinned complexion seemed to radiate with a soft, inner luminescence, enhancing her already stunning features.

"Come on, Gab. Don't leave yet." "I'm leaving if that's all you're going to say. I'm here because I want you to know me more. But if that's all I'm going to get, no thanks." As he started walking away, I spoke up. "I'm also an heiress." He stopped in his tracks. "And just like you, I'm not ready yet."

I felt like a new being, the usual cold breeze now turned hot on my skin. “Silver!” a familiar voice called. This could only be one person. I darted my eyes to confirm my doubts. It was Amelia. Of course, she was. Wrapped in a golden-colored gown that fitted her curvy frame, her golden hair pinned like a crown around her cruel, perfect face. She was her mother’s favorite. The pack’s pride. The heir to everything I had never been allowed to dream of. “I am sorry for keeping you waiting.” “Still alive?” she said, sipping from the silver tea cup she was holding, as if it offended her that I still drew breathe.

Some apologies, when they arrive too late, are only useful as farewells. Six months later, I officially became CEO of Nero Harbor. At the celebration, my father pinned a black obsidian Bellandi brooch to my dress and said softly, "Welcome home, princess." This time, I didn't hate the title. A princess wasn't someone who waited to be saved. A princess could also be the person holding the contracts, the docks, the fleets, and the direction of her own life. Grace left Chicago later. I heard she changed her name and became a receptionist in another state, still posting vague claims about powerful people persecuting her. No one believed her anymore.

She was overwhelmed by the culture of a powerful firm. Dominic did not argue emotionally. He played three recordings. In the first, Clara said, "People like her, hiding behind family background, should have been cleared out a long time ago." In the second, she demanded that I hand over the client list and membership card. Her tone was not confused or frightened. It was hungry. In the third, she spoke to the gossip account before her live stream. "The headline needs to be brutal. Say mafia heiress retaliates against whistleblower. Once the traffic goes up, she will be scared."