The Lost Heiress And Her Dear Tycoon Novels & Stories

“Get out. Someone will fetch you.” And that is somewhat true, I need to remind myself not to drag her out of my office because I needed to be kind or else the I will not strike a deal with the old man. This girl is the heiress of the Pascual Company and even though I hate to admit it, she possesses something that I need. “Aren’t you too rude? I’m your fiancé plus we needed to talk.” By the way how she rolls her eyes and present herself, she is indeed not stupid. I crossed my legs and put my hand at the top of the table before looking at her.

My eyes drift over the intricate iron design of the polished railing beside us, sumptuously webbed all the way to our stop at the second landing. We trek down the corridor and after a few turns; it seems the maze of passages never end. The floors are carpeted with plush crimson coverlets, the old English-styled wallpaper designed with red and gold panache that boasts royalty. “Jeez, how big is this mansion?” Atticus queries, his face curdling with an unimpressed expression.

Eynas assisted his queen in her seat. Astra put her face to his face. She looked at him and smiled. "I'm fine" she mumbled and turned her redhead in front of her broods. "Let's welcome, the first heiress of the Erasmus Kingdom!" She growls. "And I declare war among dragons and humans! We will restore our dragon power, the Heart of Magic from them! Scream for me! Scream!" Astra made an extreme growl and all of them made a rumbling sound.

But I wasn’t there. I was still upstairs. Still hearing his voice. One night. Still seeing the way he looked at me, like I was something he actually wanted. From silent daughter of Kingsley Heathingway to the woman offered pleasure by the very man she’s been forced to marry. Everything had changed in a matter of hours. But I didn’t have to make a decision tonight. No. I’d make it later. When I was alone. With a bottle of Heathingway wine. And a memory I couldn’t shake. Or maybe... Something more than a memory was already in motion.

They gave him a send-off with their eyes. After that, the party became more casual. All the guests there were from prominent and powerful families, and since they rarely had the chance to gather, they quickly fell into easy conversations. Tyler grabbed Vicky's wrist after turning down the third heiress who came to ask him for a dance. "Dance with me," he ordered her. A few heiresses there eyed the position of Tyler's wife ever since they heard the news of him breaking up with Avery. They did not care whether it was real or fake, and even if it was fake, they would do whatever they could to climb into his bed.

REALIZING HOW twisted life could be, Yama couldn't help but laugh inside her mind. What kind of situation had she put herself into? Right before her, sat the long-lost heiress of the Emerson fortune—Aurelia Lucien Emerson-Hollingsworth, the Director's missing wife for goodness knows how long.

I'll just try the best that I can. The day has ended and it is time for the maids to rest. What makes this mansion very different is that each one of us have our own rooms, except when one isn't used to being alone. I don't mind being alone so I was given my own room. The room's actually big, this can even be compared to our living room. Is Mr. Bertrand really just a billionaire or much higher than that? Or is there such a thing?

"Oh my goodness, propose? Astrid, you really thought I'd ever marry someone like you? Are you serious?" My bottom lip quivered, my eyes welling up with tears. "Someone like me? What is that supposed to mean?" I reached out to hold his hand, but he shrugged it away from me. "Don't touch me, Astrid. Did you really think what we had could lead to something more? You're lucky I didn't get what I wanted from you before today. Sadly, you were such a prude. By the way, I will be marrying the heiress. Fiona is the heiress."

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.

"Mr. Hunt, what's the meaning of that? Are you not here as a guest? Or are you here to settle a score?" Tyler lightly drummed his fingers against the table. His gaze was sharp and unreadable, and although he sat calmly, the air around him felt tense. "I'm sure you already know what your granddaughter did. It seems that after switching heiresses, not only has the Lloyd family failed to rise in prestige, it's now dragging its name through the mud." He smirked and he let out a soft chuckle. It wasn't loud, but everyone in the room heard it clearly. Yvette's face went pale.