The Lost Heiress And Her Dear Tycoon Novels & Stories

Beatrice "I'll never let you go." His lips came down on mine in a tender kiss, his tongue slipping into the warmth of my mouth as our bodies pressed together. His hand traced along my jaw, fingertips brushing against my skin with such gentleness it made my heart ache. This wasn't like before, not like the careless touch of Mr. Robert. With Adrian, every kiss, and every caress felt intentional, like he wanted to know every inch of me. My heart raced as I let myself sink deeper into the kiss, feeling his lips part against mine, his tongue slipping past my own with a slow, patient hunger.

MESSAGE: WE ARE LISTENING. Across the room, Killian took her hand. The "Ice Tycoon" and the "Engineer's Daughter" had become something else entirely—the architects of a planetary transition. The "Forbidden" saga had begun with a secret marriage and a stolen patent. It had nearly ended with a global dictatorship and a volcanic eruption. But as the sapphire light of the grid pulsed in response to the stars, Elena knew that the real story was only just beginning. The structure was sound. The pressure was perfect. And for the first time in human history, the door was open.

Like she couldn’t breathe properly. “Elara?” That voice Her heart skipped. She turned quickly. “Ryan…” For a second, relief flashed across her face. Finally. Someone on her side. Ryan walked toward her, dressed in a neat black suit, his usual confident smile on his face. He looked her up and down, then smirked slightly. “Where’s my heiress?” he said playfully. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” The word hit differently now. Heiress. Elara forced a small smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Ryan, I”

I said as I sat back down and tried to keep the irritation out of my voice. "Forget the investors you already have and start thinking about the one who just landed back in the country, because word is that the Great Thorne Heiress—the real one, the one with the trust fund that hasn't been touched in three years—is looking for a new project to dump her excess capital into," Beatrice said, and I felt a sudden jolt of electricity run through my chest that made me sit up straight.

BLURB Elara has spent eighteen years at the bottom of her pack. She is an orphaned Omega with no wolf, and she scrubs the floors of people who step on her hands. On her eighteenth birthday the Moon Goddess gives her a mate: Callum, the Alpha's son and the only person who has ever been kind to her. Within minutes he rejects her in front of the whole pack and claims the Beta's daughter instead. Heartbroken, Elara runs into the night and collides with a brooding stranger who tells her to take her crying somewhere else. They trade insults. Neither can ignore the heat between them. Then an elderly man sees her face and calls her by a name she has never heard: Elara Vale. She is the stolen dau

Celeste Harrington thought she had everything—until the man she built her life with traded her for corporate status, leaving her bankrupt and locking her out of her own bakery on his wedding night. Enter Dominic Reynaud, a ruthless real estate tycoon desperate to escape an arranged marriage orchestrated by his ambitious family. When their paths cross in the rain, their shared hatred for the people who betrayed them leads to an outrageous proposition: a legally binding marriage of convenience. Dominic needs a shield against his demanding relatives, while Celeste needs financial support to rebuild her empire from the ashes. Together, they strike a deal that could give them both what they

"Imperial Trust is my family's private bank. The shipping fleet that carried your goods belongs to the Lillard harbor authority. For five years, I carried you on my shoulders. I turned a useless beggar into a billionaire. But instead of gratitude, you bit the hand that fed you." "Phyna, please!" Wilson cried out, entirely forgetting his status as a CEO. He reached out with shaking hands, trying to grab the hem of my jacket. "I was blind! Chloe tricked me! She told me she was sick! She told me she could bring foreign investors! I didn't know you were the Lillard heiress! If you told me who you were, I would have treated you like a goddess! I would have never let Chloe into the house!" In the

“I'll simply make sure I'm beside him when people are looking.” Agatha said nothing. Sasha had waited years for Cassian to choose her, but patience had gotten her nowhere. With his family backing the match, she intended to make herself impossible to ignore. Across the terrace, Hazel enjoyed the attention. Her pale blue dress, fitted jacket, and delicate jewelry gave her a polished, understated look. Guests approached, curious about the woman presented as the missing heiress. The conversations were more demanding than those at the charity event. Guests discussed investments, acquisitions, and the Zurich project’s results. Hazel knew some company names but little about the details, often relyi

The whispers from the crowd burned into his neck, but Kasen kept his eyes locked straight ahead, focusing on the back of Maeva's head. The heavy velvet curtains of their private box rustled. Kasen's hand tightened on the handle of the wooden paddle as a man stepped inside. He was tall, wearing a bespoke, midnight-black Italian suit that made Kasen's standard attire look like rags. He had sharp, dangerously handsome features, olive skin, and eyes that held the cold, predatory calculation of a shark. Zane Castille. The notorious foreign tycoon had recently expanded his shipping and logistics empire into Eden City, absorbing every local business that got in his way.

Inside the small, ugly motel room, Isabella told them. She'd found the first thread by accident, she said, going through boxes in her mother's attic after a flood had damaged the family's storage unit — old letters, mostly Ashworth family correspondence, uninteresting until she found a folder that didn't belong, tucked behind a false panel that suggested someone, at some point, had wanted it specifically hidden rather than simply stored. Inside had been copies of the same letters Wren had found in the Vale archive, along with something Wren hadn't yet seen: a handwritten account, in a hand Isabella believed belonged to their own grandmother, describing the year Elias Calloway had spent tryin