The Heiress's Rise From Nothing To Everything Novels & Stories

The audience was mesmerized, marveling at her skill. Tiffany, who was the heiress of McAuley Group, possessed both beauty and intelligence. She had excelled in her studies since childhood and mastered multiple languages, winning first place at international ballet competitions at the age of 12. She had truly won the life lottery, as she was rich, talented, and beautiful.

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.

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.

"What did you think? Huh? That you were always going to be the rich heiress who had everything she ever wanted? No!" she yelled, slamming the bars. "That's me now. I have taken your place." Slowly but surely, it dawned on me. She had always been jealous. She had always wanted to be in my place. Married to my husband, wearing my clothes, and running my company. Finally realizing her obsession only made me chuckle. "You can never be me, Ashley. You are nothing like me."

she said and paused "The winner of this task is already known to us since I called everyone's income out and so, Mitchell Campbell is the new heiress to the Campbell's properties" she announced "What?!! That's not possible grandma! How can you allow her to rule over us? You know how grumpy she is already. If you make her the heiress, she will be so full of herself and won't have regard for anyone" John said "I never mentioned attitude when I gave you the tasks. Mitchell won this so you have to accept her as the heiress and put in your best next time" Grandma said

My mind goes blank at the sight of her disappearance—yet, left me with a whole burden on my shoulders. I am suddenly remembering back the date with Shin-hye. Don't get me wrong, she's a decent young woman with beautiful features. Apart from that, she is also the heiress to the finest hotel in Korea which means that she has a lot of connection but she lacks a lot. What's so good about an heiress that knows very little about business? All I can say is that, she was fed with silver spoons and the title was given. Her parents worked hard while she was spending their money carelessly. How could mother had chosen her?

And besides, it would be a little hypocritical of her to refuse him now on the basis of his wealth, when she had just unearthed laws making herself one of the youngest female CEO billionaires in history. Pot and kettle and all that. Feeling like her thoughts had been gathered, Abigail headed back to the house. But she decided to make a pit stop. She now knew that the uncultivated lands she had been so casually strolling on for months did not, in fact, belong to her father and were not part of his estate. But, Abigail supposed, no one had arrested her yet. So, she might as well take one last walk there. She was walking for a few minutes, when she heard a familiar voice.

Her Nana would finally be healed and happy. She was determined to take her training seriously and master her emotions as Elise had taught her. An heiress never stuttered. An heiress commanded elegance and power. An heiress controlled every room she entered. Isla wanted to be that woman, the one people respected with a single glance. Not a girl struggling to fit into anyone else’s standards. She was her own person. She was Isla Khan.