روايات وقصص ضمن The Heiress Spoiled By Four Brothers And One Devilish Ceo

Carmen went sprawling on the ground, looking pathetic. Mocking voices followed quickly. “Well, well. Where do you think you’re going, Carmen?” “Didn’t you just say the Riley heiress was cheap and vain, wearing knockoffs and fake bags? Why so quiet now?” “Yeah, we all heard you humiliate her just now. Don’t you think you owe her a public apology?” “Guess it’s karma. Bet you never imagined that ‘cheap girl’ was actually Charlotte Riley, the heiress of Jersey City’s richest family. What happened, Carmen? All out of insults now?”

It wasn't me, I'm also a victim here. That was when it hit me. Isabella, a spoilt heiress raised in a wealthy family, had suddenly decided that she wanted to run away from home and go somewhere far away with her lover, leaving everything behind. The whole thing should have been fishy from the start. I had thought that she was simply a hopeless romantic whom love had made into a fool. But now I knew that she had run away because she knew that the family was not going to be wealthy for much longer. She knew the whole time, and she threw me in here anyway. "I've had enough of your careless behavior," Mr Domitia was saying. "You're a disgrace to the Domitia name. Running around with one useless

I scrolled through the internet, my lips trembling violently. What did I expect? They had cut out the part where Scarlett attacked me. I leaned against the wall to support myself, or I would crash on the floor. The captions were cruel… LOPEZ HEIRESS CAUGHT IN STREET BRAWL OVER MAN. DIVORCED, DESPERATE, AND DANGEROUS. WHAT ELSE WOULDN'T SHE DO FOR A COCK? IS SHE EVER GOING TO STOP BEING A DISGRACE TO WOMANHOOD?

After eight generations, the Kingsley family finally had a daughter, and everyone treasured me like I was made of glass. Unfortunately, my brain didn't seem to work all that well, especially with a genius childhood friend right beside me for comparison. At three, he was reciting poetry. I was sucking my thumb. At fourteen, he was accepted early into an elite university. I was still learning addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division. My parents couldn't stop worrying, so they hired the childhood friend I'd been close to since we were little to help out at the company. He attended meetings, went on business trips, and read the financial reports for me. I ate, shopped, and collec

She spoke, putting them on the bench near him: “I saw you skip breakfast again.” He replied coldly, “I didn’t ask about that.” She said, “You never do that.” “Doesn’t mean that you do not need it.” Luca paused. His fingers stopped moving. He had been at the use of the keyboard. His mouth's corner twitched—slightly, but just like so. He asked, “Are you trying to bribe at me?” She coolly said “I'm not all that cheap” “but I hear that feeding a tech genius counts as an investment.”

On the night of my 17th birthday, everyone at the Moretti estate was celebrating "Elena Moretti." The real Elena, however, had spent the past nine years locked beneath the old house in the vineyard. As fireworks burst over the main house, Sophia entered the wine cellar wearing the black gown my mother had left behind. She set a silver place card bearing my name in front of me, then slid a slice of birthday cake within reach. She kept the fork. "It's been nine years. How do you still not get it?" She tapped the place card. "You think a birth certificate makes the name Elena worth something? Or some old keepsake you've been hiding all these years? It doesn't." She glanced toward the brightly l

Brian let out a short, cold laugh that scraped against the speaker. "Save the melodrama, old man," Brian interrupted, his tone chillingly casual. "Let's get something straight right now. If you ever try to pull rank on her again, if you ever threaten her or try to reach into this family, I am going to show you what true poverty looks like. The net worth you parade around like a badge of honor? That's lunch money. That's a rounding error on my monthly balance sheet, and I'm not even counting what my parents pull in."

"This is absurd! This is a sham marriage! A desperate play by a common coffee shop girl and her paid mercenary!" ​Maya stepped past Julian, taking three calm, deliberate strides until she was standing less than two feet away from her half-brother. Up close, she could see the faint tremble in his hands and the dark circles beneath his eyes. He wasn't a mastermind; he was a desperate man watching his stolen empire slip through his fingers.

"You're utterly ruthless! You promised to introduce Noah to a wealthy, easy-to-please woman, someone without family ties to worry about. "Yet, surprise, surprise, this so-called bachelorette turns out to be the ex-wife of the Barrett Group's CEO! Do you realize the mess you've thrown us into?" Noah's act of kneeling certainly underscored the gravity of the situation. If he were genuinely impacted by this, it would unquestionably pose considerable challenges. Feeling unsettled, Diane stumbled over her words, hastily blurting out, "I-I had no clue that Mia's ex-husband was the CEO of Barrett Group, the prominent tycoon in Bern City. Aunt Patricia never mentioned it."

Chapter one MAYA I stood frozen at the spot as my sister tripped and fell down the stairs. Lisa's screams of horror reached through the hallway. I heard hurried footsteps approaching. That was when I remembered that Grandma Loretta was throwing a launch party in the ballroom. It was filled with people of high status. I dragged my gaze around to see many unfamiliar faces pour into the hallways. “Oh my God, someone fell down the stairs.” I heard someone say. “She is losing consciousness.”