The Heiress Returns 소설 & 이야기

"You know, Gina, no matter how much money you have, you still don’t fit the position of an heiress." I tilted my head. "Oh? And why is that?" "Because," Julian said, stepping closer, "an heiress should be graceful. Elegant. Refined. Not a power-hungry woman who’s desperate to prove something." I chuckled, shaking my head. "Ah, Julian. Still bitter, I see. Let me guess—you thought you’d seen the last of me?" He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "I was hoping." "Well, sorry to disappoint you," I said, feigning sympathy. "But as you can see, I’m very much alive. And unlike you, I don’t need anyone’s approval to be where I am."

"You should thank me." "And why?" "Quit the pretence. I know you're excited to hear my news." I smiled. "You've always wanted to meet with him to discuss things about Anderson's fashion brand. I also heard a hidden heiress will be meeting with him today. Rumors...no! Information has it that she's the reason he's back." "Really? Who's this heiress?" I arched my brows curiously. "Jeez, Ryan!" Roman whined. "Are you dumb or you didn't pay enough attention?"

Confusion swarmed in Greg's eyes as he held on to her fragile body. “I did some digging, Greg. About Megan. About who she really is.” Greg froze, his mind reeling with disbelief. “What do you mean?” he asked for the hundredth time. Elizabeth took a deep breath, her hands trembling as she reached for her phone. “I found something. Something that might explain everything.” With trembling hands, she handed Greg her phone, the screen displaying a headline that made his blood run cold: “New York's Youngest Heiress Revealed: Margaret Song.”

"The heiress does not have an accord with fire, so who are you exactly." The medium ignited dangerously, causing Anna to hide behind Meliae, But the much more experienced nymph bravely stood her ground. She did not know if he was bluffing or not about having an accord with the heiress, but one thing she was sure of, one thing that cannot change no matter what. Amalthea surely knew her followers were here for her, but that was not the end of it, she surely knew that Meliae was here, her friend, the heiress was cool and amazing, and she would never let anything harm her followers. In her heiress she trusted. "Alright, I will give you the benefit of the doubt. Let us say you do have an accord w

She believes in the saying -Dictatorship is not a relationship- She returns to Milan, Italy after twenty years with a strong purpose, to take back what belongs to her from her parent's enemies. She came back as a different woman. A dictator of chaos. hiding her identity and stepping out with the name MARIA. C. DELVEY came as a German Multi-billionaire heiress with a shipbuilding conglomerate. Coming back would mean confronting her enemy's son is like starting a war; This is a mission she has to fulfill. - No Offence Declaimer. (please don't be offended by these reminders, I just have to protect my work as a writer.) •I DO NOT ALLOW TRANSLATIONS, in this my book, in any language or Dialect.

At that moment, she felt the ground should open and swallow her. She had never been embarrassed all her whole life. She lifted her head up and when her eyes came in contact with his, her fists clenched. His gaze was mocking and intimidating and if she didn’t need his help, she would have mocked him with words. “What’s all this fuss for by the way?” She asked, pointing at the helicopters. “Don’t want to be caught in traffic.” As Harry replied, his gaze was fixed on his Patek Philippe grandmaster chime wrist. “How can I help you, Mrs Zara? I can’t waste another minute standing here with you.”

Another asked I couldn’t care less for the heiress, just as far as I get to see Abigail everyday, it was fine but it is a valid question ‘Where is the heiress?’ I pondered. “She is Venice..the new subsidiaries and branches have taken over by her, she’ll be back very soon, in a month’s time” she answered as smoothly as possible “Any questions?” She asked “But that’s after the launch” another said. “Yes..that is a statement, not a question” she said sternly “Since there are No questions, mr Forest” she turned to me. “Let’s go” she ordered. I couldn’t help but follow immediately like she was my employer. Since when did she get this authoritative, it felt good.

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.

the crowd all looked confused but Venessa was staring at someone in the crowd. “You are the reason for all of these and we officially welcome you back to the family, Aurora,” “What!” Katherine's voice filled my mind. “Welcome our daughter, who we thought we lost, Aurora Clinton. The New CEO and heir to the Clinton's Empire. Welcome home Aurora,’’ Immediately fireworks filled the sky with Welcome Home Aurora written boldly. I couldn't believe my eyes and ears. Aurora walked majestically towards the podium and hugged her parents. “What do they mean by heir?” Katherine asks, nonchalantly.

How could there even be a question of love? “But Yvonne, she was willing to risk her life for me before she even knew who I was. How could I not be moved by such pure love?” For a moment, I almost believed him. As the heiress of a prominent family, I had always been calculating and pragmatic. I had to consider my parents, my family, and my responsibilities. I certainly wouldn’t risk my life for anyone on a whim. But we all overlooked another possibility. Even if Victor had been unconscious from the car accident, the custom-tailored suit and Patek Philippe watch he was wearing would have been more than enough to show his wealth and status.