Novel & Cerita The Heiress They Couldn't Break

Lyn handed her some papers, “your grandfather asked me to hide your identity as the heiress. Only me and the assistant manager knew.” ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

“And I’m afraid you’ve made a very serious mistake tonight.” Lena forced a laugh. “What mistake?” Adrian’s gray eyes turned toward Aria. Then back to Lena. “The mistake of accusing the wrong woman.” Silence fell across the room. Lena’s smile slowly returned. “Oh?” she said sweetly. “And why would that be?” Adrian’s voice was calm. But deadly serious. “Because the girl you’re trying to remove…” He gestured toward Aria. “…is the real heiress of Vale Global.” The club exploded into chaos.

"You have a husband who refuses to let you carry anything alone. I've already hired a capable personal assistant who's been fully briefed on everything you'll need tomorrow. All you have to do is walk in." I wrapped my arms around his neck. "What would I do without you?" He thought about it for a long moment. "Nothing," he said. "Absolutely nothing." "You're so proud of yourself." "Extremely." He scooped me up, bridal style, already moving toward the bedroom. "Now let me show you an upgraded version of Patricia and Marcus's advice.” *** By morning, every major outlet in the country had a headline. LENNOX HEIRESS RISES FROM THE DEAD, RECLAIMS BILLION DOLLAR EMPIRE

What if Moonlight Pack wasn't my opportunity? What if they were becoming my competition? And for some reason... I could not shake the feeling that the mysterious heiress was about to become a much bigger problem than anyone realized.

She looked away and bit her lip, muttering, “Grandma, I don’t want Harry anymore. I found a better man.” “What…?” The village chief looked at her with disbelief. “Dior, are you being serious?” She could tell that Dior treated Harry sincerely. How could she have fallen for another man so quickly? Dior did not want to explain anything. At this point, she was feeling worse. She quickly packed up and said, “Grandma, it’s true. I’m an heiress in Burlington, and Harry isn’t good enough for me.” “Huh?” The village chief was shocked.

he said frustratedly while pinching the bridge of his nose. “You literally said I had a problem with my demeanor," I retorted as I crossed my arms angrily. “My bad, the point I am trying to make is that those heiresses there are not your friends; no matter how nice they seem, believe me, they would stab you the moment you fell. When Miss Adam saw you talking freely with those heiresses who are not even up to your level, she took it as a sign that you are desperate to fit in and that you are unloved,” he said, and I nodded.

Then he exclaimed, “Fifty million going once? Fifty million going twice, fifty million going thrice!- Congratulations! This pretty lady in a silver dress will now be the possessor of this set of jewelry.” Many people had joined the bidding, but only one winner emerged. No one could believe their eyes or ears, especially Lucas Harrison and the girl sitting beside him who looked ghastly pale. “No way! She can't afford that money.” “But she just did! Who exactly is she?” “Oh, she's Heidi. Heidi Olsen. How could they think that they could contend with the wealthiest heiress in Phoenix City?” The man who spoke was the same middle-aged man who just uncovered Heidi's identity.

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.