The Heiress Path To Payback Full Movie Novels & Stories

His face didn’t display any emotions and she couldn’t tell if he was happy she was being mocked or something else. He dropped his phone beside him and focused his gaze on her. “How sure are you that your father is going to accept you back?” He asked. “If you agree to get married to me, I’m hundred percent sure he’ll accept me. After all, you are part of the reasons he disowned me.” She replied, trying to sound convincing. Harry hummed. “What do I get in return for helping you?” “Anything you want.” Zara’s eyes flickered in desperation.

Elena took advantage of her situation by offering her a huge amount for such a risky job because she knew she wouldn't turn it down. It was Elena I should be mad at. Not Martha for being a mother who only wanted to save her child. “Did she pay you?” As if he'd read my thoughts, Aiden asked her this time and we shared a look when she shook her head. “No. She told me she would pay me after you get delivered to her” her voice kept trembling as she spoke and I looked at Aiden who also had no idea what to say for a while. “I'll pay you what I can and in return, I never want to see you near her ever again. You hear me?” he finally said and her jaw dropped as her expression switched to that of surp

This time, he didn’t even bother to respond. A few days later, an online mini-series titled “Love in the World of the Elite” suddenly went viral. The plot revolved around the heir of a real estate empire who was rescued from a car accident by a humble young woman. Love blossomed between the two. However, the female lead’s modest background made her an unfit match, and the male lead’s wealthy family vehemently opposed the relationship. After overcoming countless obstacles, the couple finally broke free of societal expectations and found their happily ever after.

He just stood there, staring at me across the crowded ballroom with an expression of complete devastation. The girl he'd thrown away, the wife he'd neglected and humiliated, the woman he'd told would never find anyone better, was Isabella Morrison. Granddaughter of Alexander Morrison. Heir to one of the largest fortunes in the country. One of the most powerful women in New York. And he'd let me go without a fight. The applause finally died down and I sat back down, accepting congratulations from the people at my table with grace and poise I'd learned from watching my brothers navigate society. But I was hyperaware of the Wei family table, of the chaos I knew was happening there.

“Are you sure this is what you want, child?” “Yes, Mamita. I need to do this.” The help came in less than an hour and Tiffany has the resources to burn a whole city. Wearing a tight-fitted black overall suit, she expertly moved without being seen around the mansion that had been a witness of the life she had as a billionaire's daughter. The thought of burning it down gave a pang inside her chest for the memories of her beautiful mother still lingered around it. “I know you’re scared and sad, little Heiress. But there is no turning back now, Tiffany.”

I know I shouldn't be saying this in my state but this man is gorgeous, and, aside from the fact that he was handsome, he also had this look of arrogance as he glanced at his watch every second like he had no time to waste here. He walked in slowly and stood behind the door. "Who..who are you?" I asked awakening myself from the lustful thoughts I have of him already. He took a glance at the paper in his hands and then moved closer to me. "Hazel Carter..." He called, his voice sounding so deep. I listened attentively and waited for him to complete his sentence. "I am here to propose a deal. I'll pay all the expenses for your surgery, and give you an additional five hundred thousand dollars if

His hands were all over my butt, caressing and squeezing. "I know how much you hate Hailey. We can have her easily cornered and rendered helpless. Just say yes." At the mention of Hailey and his promise to help me deal with her, my ears perked and my interest piqued, especially when the flashback of how today had gone at the mall filled my mind. That bitch! "Do you know she's a heiress? Her family owns the Codza company." My voice was now coarse. Heavy with lust. "How do you think I was able to help Christian carry out the plan to get her inheritance from her six years before?" His tongue evoked a shuddering sigh from me as it slithered around my left ear.

Marrying Landon would help her secure the royal family’s wealth since he would be part of the inheritance, and it was her way of telling me game on. I expected that to happen anyway, since I already saw the signs that she wouldn’t last long with Owen. Poor him—but he deserved everything for what he had put me through in my past life and how his family had treated me. Ariana had never cared about him. It was all about the money—money that I had put all my hard work into, and in the end lost everything, got killed by those I thought I could trust.

"Who paid it, Ravyn." "Someone who owed me a favor," she said. "That's all I can tell you right now." He looked at her, and she looked back at him with the steady, unflinching patience she'd perfected over the last weeks of carrying things she couldn't fully share, and he recognized, with a small internal sigh, that pressing wasn't going to produce a different answer tonight. They'd agreed to share everything that mattered for the race. This, apparently, sat in some other category — a debt being called in early, a piece of the UNKNOWN machinery turning quietly in the background, paying for things in a currency Dante didn't have visibility into and wasn't sure he wanted.

Philip said, his voice steady. I straightened in my chair, trying to push aside the persistent image of Yasmin that haunted my thoughts. “What is it?” “We received word that the Gomez heiress returned yesterday,” he said, his tone grave. “Oh.” The news barely registered. I didn’t see why it required this level of urgency. At most, it meant we’d need to revisit proposals with the new director of the company. But Philip wasn’t finished. “That’s not the shocking part, sir.” He stepped forward and placed his tablet on my desk, the screen glowing with an image.