The Heiress They Couldn't Break Novels & Stories

"I'll get your usual caramel latte with extra whip, right?" I smiled, she remembered. "Yeah." Natalie hurried off, returning minutes later with my drink and a giant blueberry muffin. "On the house," she said, plopping into the chair across from me. "Now SPILL. How does a billionaire heiress end up working a normal job and hiding her identity?" I took a sip of the latte perfect, as always before sighing. "Long story." "We've got time," Natalie said, propping her chin on her hands.

He was as still as stone and looked unaffected. We were supposed to get engaged next month. The date had been picked, the venue pre-booked, my heart ready. I had allowed myself to dream and to believe in fairy tales. But Jasper was never my prince, he was just a well-disguised fraud in designer suits and the reason he was breaking up was because he found out that I wasn't the heiress he thought I was. Cas, my sister was the real heiress and I didn’t tell him of this because I didn’t want our family issues to be out in the open but it seems someone really wanted his attention so badly and it was definitely Cas. She has always hated me and I am not surprised that she did something like this.

She scoffed, walking close as she came up to stand directly opposite me with her face inches away from mine. “Know your place bitch, don’t fucking make me put you in your place. And just Incase you’ve forgotten where your place, you’re the forgotten daughter. The discarded one, the rejected heiress.” She smirked at the conclusion of her words before she began to back away, and slowly turned her steps around to exit the room. She’s not a priority for me to handle right now. I whirled back around to lower myself beside my bedridden father. I took his hand in mine as I shook it violently. “You better not die on me. You better not! Because I’m back, so you better keep fighting!” Tears threatened

They didn’t answer. Just grabbed my arms and yanked me forward. “Where are you taking me?” Still silence. Then, as we reached the stairs leading to the inner sanctum of the packhouse, I heard it. “—was found under her bed,” someone shouted. “How could she—?!” Elder Mira’s voice cracked like thunder. “This cannot be coincidence. The Moon Goddess’s staff was stolen! The ritual broken! And this morning—conveniently—it is discovered hidden in the prisoner’s quarters?”

"I’ve always known that. I know you don’t really like me." "That’s not..." "You look at me like I'm a chore you're forced to complete. And I know you probably disliked me even before you met me," she continued, her voice shaking despite her effort to keep it steady. "Because of what you might have read about me, What people said 'The rebellious heiress'. I know you had your opinion formed already." His jaw tightened. He looked at her for just a brief moment, something unreadable flickering across his eyes. He didn't offer a defense or an explanation, he just turned back toward the door.

"She’s intelligent. Dangerously intelligent. She played the long game before she ever revealed her true name." ​For the first time since the crisis began, Richard Blackwood felt a thrill. ​"I’ve spent my entire life crushing spoiled, entitled heirs," he soliloquized, walking back to the window. "They inherit billions, they get lazy, and they make predictable mistakes. But this one... she built an armor before she ever stepped onto the battlefield. I like that." ​The board members exchanged uneasy glances. With Richard, a compliment was merely the prologue to an execution.

"The world is going to see that Rossi label. They are going to look for you Hannah." "Let them look " I said. I leaned my head against his shoulder. "They will find a woman who works in a press house and buys her bread in the square. They will find a Trust that belongs to a village. They will not find an heiress. The Hidden Heiress died the day I returned the deed to Marco. What is left is me." I felt a sense of freedom. It was as if the last tie to my life had been cut. The long and difficult journey of my past the struggle and the revenge had been reduced to a fact: I was home.

Mr. Justin Erickson's laughter was a low, dangerous one. “My son is in love with the fake heiress?” His tone dripped with anger. Lucas’ feet trembled, his hands clasped behind him. “But Dad, Sophia is much loved by the Sterlings than Audrey…….” “You're such a fool,” Mr. Justin barked at him, his face darkening. He slammed his fist on the table, making Lucas flinch. “Who is the Heiress between the two?”

BLURB For three years, Seraphina gave everything she had to a man who never saw her clearly. She cooked, she endured, she stayed quiet through every insult his family threw at her, and she secretly kept his failing business alive from the shadows, without him ever knowing it was her. Then his first love walked back through the door, and Seraphina disappeared. She walked out as his invisible wife and came back as Seraphina Vaughn, the hidden heiress of the most powerful family in the country. The woman two dangerous older brothers would tear the world apart for, the woman every powerful man in the city now wants standing beside him. Damian thought she would come back within a week; bu