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

He was already getting up before we were even formally introduced. “So this is the famous Kimberly?” he said, pulling me into a quick, warm hug. “Welcome to the Baumann madness. I’m Axel’s most handsome, most fun, and most humble brother.” “Don’t believe a word he says,” Pietra chimed in with an ironic but friendly smile. “He’s always trying to impress.”

The email continued, with a short note at the bottom: > Let me know if you want me to dig deeper. But tread carefully, D. People like her don’t approach without an angle. Devon clicked the attachment. It was a scan of her last published article. The byline stared back at him: By Celeste O’Hara. Headline: “The Power Behind the Son: How Secrets Drown Legacies.” He didn’t have to read the full thing to understand the pattern. She liked scandal. She liked heirs and politicians. She liked ruin served slow, and preferably cold.

Outside the room, Ravelle pulled her head away from the crack in the door. Not a single tear fell from her eyes. Her face was pale, but not because of sadness. It was because of a level of disgust so profound that it reached her very bones. 'Your greed truly knows no bounds, Kyle,' Ravelle thought. The corner of her lips curled into a thin smile that was unbearably cold and terrifying. The man believed he was controlling a helpless orphan girl, never realizing that he was playing with fire against the sole heiress of the Branson empire.

she said, sipping from the silver tea cup she was holding, as if it offended her that I still drew breathe. I didn’t respond. Her eyes narrowed. “You think turning eighteen will change anything? You’ll still be the pathetic little ghost in rags, washing my panties and watching me be chosen.” My throat tightened. “You don’t know that.” “Oh, but I do,” she said sweetly. “Do you want to know why, dear sister?” I froze. That word—sister—was acid in her mouth. She stepped closer. “Because even if the Moon goddess has a cruel sense of humor and gives you a wolf, no Alpha will ever want you. Especially not Volvo.”

Those few people then told other people and those other people spoke with the media and the rest was history. “…Billionaire heiress Audrey Huntington who was rumored to be in a relationship with Killian Vanderbilt has announced that she and Caspian Vanderbilt, Killian’s older brother, will be engaged within the next month. When we’ve reached out to them, the Vanderbilt family refused to comment on this family affair,” Mikey was reading the paper Liv brought. “Hot damn, they’re calling it a family affair?” “I guess so,” Audrey sighed again. “First, I was a home-wrecker, and now I’m… that,”

“No, you silly! I have heard she is the new assistant of the CEO. Ciel is not able to take care of the whole work by himself so the CEO hired help to assist him in the external work.” “She must be someone very talented?” “What is her name?” “I don’t know. But I heard them calling her Ms. La Candida” “She is quite beautiful.” “I ask myself: what kind of work is she assisting the CEO in? Could it be…” “One of his usual playthings? Nah, impossible. She looks far away from cheap.” “That’s what I thought” “But still, the CEO is just a man, and she is too beautiful to be resisted.” A mere cold look from Vlad's callous eyes was enough to make all the whispers shut down:

You can go to my profile and read the story there. Here is the blurb of my new story: Brielle Ashby, your average looking girl, just returned to her home in New York from her university, but a surprise is waiting for her which will change her life forever. The Devilishly Handsome, a playboy but a cruel businessman, the CEO of Richardson Empires doesn't care if you're dead or alive; all he cares about is his business, his company, and his profits. Their first meeting is purely for business, but will the spark she feels whenever she's with him arouse in flames, or is love not in their destiny?

I am officially into the guy who hates me and so happens to be kind of my stepbrother? He notices me and raises a brow at me in question. Then he really notices me and chokes on the smoke of his cigarette. I mean I really tried to outdo myself with my skintight black dress and high heels, nothing improper, on the contrary. The dress ends below my knees and the heels and there’s no cleavage, but it does put accent on all the right places.

The pilot greeted me by my real name, Elena Sterling, and for the first time in three years, I didn't correct him. I was Elena Sterling, Heiress, CEO and daughter of one of the most powerful families in the country. I'd forgotten that. Let myself forget it. All because of love. Never again. As the plane took off, I looked down at the city below. Somewhere down there, Damien was going about his day, thinking I'd be home tonight with dinner ready. Somewhere down there, Margaret was celebrating what she thought was another victory. They had no idea. No idea that the woman they'd dismissed, the woman they'd treated like garbage, was about to become their worst nightmare.

Both times I sounded stronger than I felt now, standing in front of him with my hands folded so he wouldn't see them shake. "Whitmore, Cole, and Ashford," I said. Nothing moved in his face. Not one muscle. "I don't know that firm," he said. "You do. They founded Chen Industries. Same firm handled a sealed name change for a boy who doesn't exist on any record before he turned eleven." I let that sit. "Same firm my father used for things he never let Margaret's lawyers touch." "Careful, Vivienne."