The Heiress Spoiled By Four Brothers And One Devilish Ceo Novels & Stories

As soon as I finished speaking, Bobby lost his temper. He ordered my two brothers to hold me down, pinning me so I couldn't move. "Your family? What a joke!" Bobby stormed up behind me, grabbed me by the hair, and slammed my forehead against the glass wall. "I've been the one running Skyrise Group all these years. Why the hell shouldn't it be mine? Why shouldn't I get to decide who inherits it?" I held back my tears and shouted defiantly, "Skyrise Group belongs to Grandma. I'm the real heiress of the company!"

He was aware that Harris was in love with his sister, but he pretended not to. “Anyways, congratulations on becoming the CEO, I know you will do well and make the company soar high”. Richard said as he congratulated her. “Thank you big bro”. Rachel chuckled. She wasn’t scared at all of running the company because she knew she was more than capable after all she possesses a business title holder. Taking Mathew average company to a big company was not a big deal to her, but now she was going to crush it with her own hands. “How is work? She asked her brother as he was the founder of Helix Game Company.

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He didn't look homeless, and one can tell from one glance that he is well-read. The truth is I was not finding any of his questions funny as I felt miserable and pained from all the embarrassment I had earlier encountered. I pulled down my shirt for him to see out of annoyance. “Here it is sir, it is a fucking birthmark and I hate it, I will gladly give you if you want it," I said in frustration. “I'm so sorry to bother you my lady, but I happen to come from London, and this mark of yours is a mark that is mostly associated with the royal family, I think if that mark is real, that you may be a princess,” he said, looking surprised at his own words.

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.

he snarled. Miranda smirked, sprawled across the couch in crimson silk. “She’s not untouchable. She’s just got big brothers with money.” Victor’s lip curled. “Big brothers who’ll soon realize money can’t shield her from everything.” He yanked open his laptop, pulling up confidential files. Contracts. Ledgers. Deals made in shadows. Miranda leaned over his shoulder, her perfume sickly sweet. “What are you planning?” A cruel smile twisted his mouth. “If she wants to play heiress, let’s see how she handles a scandal. One wrong whisper in the press, one doctored document—her shiny Carver name will be dragged through the mud.”

"This is about the betrayal of a legacy. My father didn't lose a daughter. He lost a vote." ​The noise dropped. The reporters exchanged glances. This wasn't the script. The script was 'Traumatized Heiress Finds Safety in Tech Billionaire’s Arms.' ​I was giving them 'CEO Ousts Dictator.' ​"Are you saying Arthur Vane is unfit?" ​"I am saying the Medusa core belongs to the future. Not to a man who uses his family as collateral." ​I felt Liam move closer. He understood what I was doing now. I was shifting the social class exposure. I wasn't the girl hiding in a Queens walk-up anymore. I was the power in the room.

I turn back to the stack and begin flipping through the pages of the magazine, the images and words bleeding together—until one headline punches me in the gut: “Heiress Whore.” I freeze, ripping the page out and tossing it across the room like it’s toxic. Another headline: “Heiress was embezzling Funds from Her Own Company.” “What the hell is this?” I hiss, looking up at him. Chase shrugs, his mouth twitching into something between a wince and a smirk. “You wanted the truth. Keep going.” His voice is maddeningly calm. Like this isn’t my life unraveling in my hands.

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

“The rival bidder is aggressive and well-funded. They are attempting to sow distrust in the market by fabricating information about my company’s stability.” Instability caused by a secret heir and a hacker wife, I mentally supplied, moving to the coffee machine. “We need to look flawless today,” he continued, finally turning to assess me. “Tonight is the Thorne Legacy Gala. Every major stakeholder, every rival CEO, and my entire extended family will be there. Rule Two is in effect: perfection is the only acceptable standard.” “Perfection has a price, Julian,” I murmured, pouring my coffee. He raised an eyebrow. “It does. And I paid ten million dollars for yours. Don’t disappoint me.”