The Heiress They Couldn't Break Novels & Stories

Ethan catching us in the mansion would ruin my plans. I snapped towards the window, and my eyes narrowed at how wide and large it was. I pushed her to it, pulling it open. I carried her onto the balcony. *** We managed to escape, and we were back in my mansion. The party was over, and Keith was going through the signet to see if it had been tampered with. "This is it, the original signet of Mr Coleman. You have a pretty good chance of getting everything back with this." She beamed at his words, the hope of finally being in reach lighting up her eyes.

He frowned, “watch your tone.” “I asked you a question, Lucas. Don't mess with me.” I replied, with anger burning within me. “Why shouldn't I mess with you? Who are you? You're nothing but a pathetic heiress with nothing in her bank account. No money, no assets. Nothing.” “My child is in Kate. You can't do this to me!” I wailed, “God, you're quite slow.” I blinked.

“You can’t do that. No one has met the Davi wine heiress. She’s been kept away from everyone since her uncle’s incarceration and parents’ death by her grandfather.” “Your behavior is unacceptable; therefore, I will not provide further explanation. You’ve met the heiress. You just didn’t know it, and your elitist attitude hurt you more than helped you.” April herded Beatrice toward the door out of her suite. She used her points of conversation to move her along. “You can’t know that.” Beatrice shook her head as though she protested April’s words in disbelief.

But as he turned the corner, he saw the headline on a newsstand: VANCE HEIRESS DENOUNCES THORNE; CLAIMS FRAUD AND COERCION. The sidewalk felt like it was tilting. He wasn't just broke. He was now officially alone and miserable.

She was overwhelmed by the culture of a powerful firm. Dominic did not argue emotionally. He played three recordings. In the first, Clara said, "People like her, hiding behind family background, should have been cleared out a long time ago." In the second, she demanded that I hand over the client list and membership card. Her tone was not confused or frightened. It was hungry. In the third, she spoke to the gossip account before her live stream. "The headline needs to be brutal. Say mafia heiress retaliates against whistleblower. Once the traffic goes up, she will be scared."

I wanted to call out for help, but a part of me suspected I might be kidnapped, and alerting whoever was holding me might not be the best idea. I slipped on my slippers and stood up, feeling a bit dizzy. My head throbbed, but I managed to move forward. I gripped my hairpin tightly, using it as a makeshift defense. As I stepped out of the room, I took in the grandeur of the mansion. It was huge, even bigger than mine, and beautifully decorated. The walls were painted white, and the hallway was adorned with various art pieces. The opulence suggested that my kidnapper was wealthy, which made me wonder what their motives were because it was clear that they don't need money from me.

"Please don't say anything about what happened this evening or I'll be grounded or even forced to break up with Austin." Adrienne placed a comforting hand on Renee's shoulder, her expression filled with understanding. "Of course I know that. Why should I tell them? You learnt a lesson today, and that's fine, okay?" she reassured her friend. Together, they navigated the hallway and made their way into the living room. Adrienne's eyes scanned the luxurious designs of the mansion, though she couldn't help but feel unfazed. After all, she was a billionaire herself and had seen much grander homes.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐭-𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐀𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐭 The liquid manifestation of the Heiress did not hold a stable shape. It rippled and tore like dark satin under a heavy wind, her amethyst-tinted visage stretched into jagged, geometric angles before snapping back into the cruel, youthful likeness of Helen Vance.

I begin. “Eve......” He cut me off, leaning closer. " Tell me they are not trying to break down what we have." His eyes burned into mine. And oh, saints, how they made my chest ache. People were watching. They always watched us. We made a great image. The Heiress and the handsome heir of the McDougal conglomerate. The perfect and very dangerous couple. I whisper “Not here.” He didn’t move. “Say it.” I tension between us was tight as a wire.

Where was she going to go, and why did she seem like the divorce didn't affect her? “Don't go Meg”. Elizabeth begged, trying to make a good impression on Mrs. Wilson. But Megan would be dead if she believed her, so she ignored her plea and walked towards the door. What a nice person Elizabeth was, how could she still be nice to someone who stole Greg from her in the first place? Mrs. Wilson thought. As she walked past. Mrs. Wilson noticed the necklace on Megan, it was an expensive model which only one of its kind existed. There were rumours about the only heiress of the song family owning it.