The Heiress' Return: Six Brothers At Her Beck And Call Novels & Stories

"Our border guards have strict instructions. No information leaves this territory without your approval." I'd been back at Crimson Ridge pack for over half a month. Marcus had been searching for me for half a month. Every day brought new reports of his increasingly desperate attempts to track me down. Now he'd tracked me all the way to Crimson Ridge territory. But he didn't know I was Crimson Ridge pack's Alpha heiress. He thought he was searching for a runaway mate, not realizing he was trying to find the daughter of one of the most powerful Alpha families in the region. If he wanted to take even a fly out of here, he'd need the Thornfield family's permission first.

The plate in her hand slipped slightly before she steadied it. For reasons she couldn’t explain, a chill ran down her spine. The air felt heavier. As if something had shifted. As if a decision had been made without her knowledge. Across the city, in a mansion guarded by iron gates and armed security— Two powerful brothers were preparing to reopen a seventeen-year search. They had no idea. The wrong girl was preparing to become their sister. And the real one was washing dishes.

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.

That was the reason why her two brothers followed after her. Heather, her father, Greyson, Varhen, and Rosine were the only ones left in the dining room. Heather’s father sighed and shot Rosine a cold gaze. Rosine trembled more in fear. It was her first time to be in such a near-death situation, adding that cold gaze from across the other end of the table. “Now Heather, what do you plan on doing? This girl whom you said was your personal maid, not only screamed at her Master, Madam, and Young Lady, but also dared to seduce your cousin and went inside your room without permission.”

Caroline guessed that Belinda’s anger had reached its limit. She silently wished Hunter the best of luck. Caroline’s brothers were nervous as they had no clue why Belinda suddenly summoned them back to the house. Not only that, they were puzzled by her early return. Did she not say she would only return a few days later? When Caroline arrived, Celine and her three sisters-in-law were already there. Her brothers arrived shortly after. When their gazes met, Adrian scolded Caroline, “Were you aware that Mom was returning earlier than expected? You didn’t even bother to inform us. You’re quite slow to receive information for an heir.”

I don't need any action scenes with a side of drama right now! "Sir, I can assure you that I hold no such feelings for the Heiress." He said firmly but my brother wasn't too sure. His eyes were like those of a hawks, scanning him meticulously. "I'm afraid my wife has a point, my sister is just so perfect that anyone and I mean ANYONE can fall for her fatal charisma, so don't underestimate her aura. Can't you see the mystique she brings? The goddess within her? Goodness, my sister is an angel! No, a goddess!" He insisted and I wasn't too sure if he was scolding him or bragging about me in exaggeration.

“How is father” “The same old boss” “You're not at home, are you?” “Brother. Home is where the heart is but not where my body is right now” “Anna” “I will be back in time to take that spoilt brat to her father's house” She intoned.“Brotherly. I will talk to you later. I need to teach this boy a lesson” She ended the call. “Now let's prepare to send back Daddy's little heiress” ★ Satera

Ezra said; knowing his brother was too emotional, he grabbed Ella's right hand. Seeing this, Eric also held Ella's left hand. They led her downstairs. When they were in the middle of the stairs, everyone looked at the three of them with envy. Maids and other people knew how much they loved their sisters; they were the most lovely Brothers and Sisters in The country. Their bond is powerful. The old Master king looked at his three grandchildren, even though he knew his granddaughter was unlike another lady of the country; she was his granddaughter. She is best at everything, a tycoon, from studies to business, just a little hot-tempered and limitless arrogant. But in his eyes, that's also her

He turned and walked away, the cameras trailing after him like vultures sensing a feast. “Despicable,” Mrs. Walker sneered, rushing after her son. Her fury didn’t matter. I never liked her anyway. Daisy crumpled to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. My instincts screamed at me to comfort her, to pull her close and shield her from the humiliation. But I couldn’t. My rage was focused on the real enemy—Arlene. “Maybe you should tell the world how you survived!” I spat, my teeth gritted in frustration and loss. I could already imagine the headlines: Heiress Returns from the Dead, Ruins Sister’s Wedding.

I thought she meant it jokingly until she passed off anddragged my father with her. I sniffed in, cleaning the tears away from my eyes and angrily pressing the bell my stupid bastard brother had installed beside me to attend to all my needs. The maid rushed in instantly, bowing down with her arms folded to herself, "You called. Is it something urgent? Why did you press the bell like that, Princess?" In eight days, things have changed in the house. A man has shown up and gained all the elders' charm, even calling him the crowned Alpha without him having a crown, being crowned, calling himself my stupid bastard brother.