The Lost Heiress And Her Dear Tycoon Novels & Stories

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.

Alex, pondered for a while and look back what just happened in her life. She was the sole heiress of Villa Hotel Group of Companies. They have presence around the world. This company was from a very humble beginning. That is why even their family is now a billionaire they did not forget how to give back to the needy and in the community. They are living like a normal person except that Alex is arranged to get married to the son of the real estate tycoon in Paris. However, she is allowed to do whatever she wants until the marriage has been settled.

And besides, it would be a little hypocritical of her to refuse him now on the basis of his wealth, when she had just unearthed laws making herself one of the youngest female CEO billionaires in history. Pot and kettle and all that. Feeling like her thoughts had been gathered, Abigail headed back to the house. But she decided to make a pit stop. She now knew that the uncultivated lands she had been so casually strolling on for months did not, in fact, belong to her father and were not part of his estate. But, Abigail supposed, no one had arrested her yet. So, she might as well take one last walk there. She was walking for a few minutes, when she heard a familiar voice.

What kind of emergency? I sigh. "Send him in." I take a glass of water and gulp it down to ease my nerves. Now what? I look down at the work I had been doing and pretend to be busy. Sydney shouldn't see how affected I am. I hear a throat clearing and try to look up nonchalantly. "Mr Kings. Have a seat." Sydney only smirks for some seconds before he moves close to my desk. "Who would have thought? Isabella Styles is the long lost heiress of C and S Company?" He says this in a low voice and my heart starts beating so fast and I clench my thighs together.

---------- In the bustling city somewhere in America, Phoebe is seated inside the Starbucks quietly enjoying her coffee. "Have you heard? The Beischel's Heiress is actually the reason why the well known Nikholas Fairbourne suddenly disappeared." Phoebe was about to take a sip in her cappuccino when a woman's voice from the table behind her stopped her midway. With the mention of that familiar name, her heart actually beat erratically. "What do you mean?" another woman's voice. "Well, can you believe it? He was actually engaged with the young Beischel, but the heiress suddenly ran away. He must've been so heartbroken and humiliated that he hid from public." the first one once again gossiped.

I stood up and poured myself another drink, “What is it that you want to talk about? Make it quick. I have work to do” “It is the weekend. Chill” “I mean it, Westin. Be quick” “Alright, grumpy old man. You are no fun” he took a can of beer and drank it before he continued. “The lost heiress is back” “Who?” I gestured for him to sit and sat next to him, “Get to the point, Westin” “Melina Cage, the lost heiress is back. And rumours out there are saying that she is planning to take back Cage Industries. It is a war out there going on between her and her uncle. Pretty ugly”

The grandeur of the mansion seemed to envelope her as she sought the elusive entrance to the underground library. The soft patter of her feet echoed through hallways adorned with vintage tapestries, their rich colors telling stories of a bygone era. Ornate chandeliers cast warm pools of light, guiding Ashley through a labyrinth of opulence. The mansion, with its towering walls and passages, felt like a living entity, and Ashley couldn't help but feel like an intrepid explorer on the brink of a grand discovery.

“Smart girl. Don’t worry — I’m not interested in your little love story. I have bigger plans.” He walked to the desk and handed me an envelope — thick, unmarked. “This will cover the exact amount. No more, no less. Deliver it to Heather, and she’ll have no excuse to linger.” I took it, my hands shaking. It was heavier than I expected, like it carried more than just money. “And the favor?” I asked quietly. “When?” His gaze turned cold and his mouth curved into a grin before he said, “It wouldn't be fun if I tell you now, would it, princess?"

“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.

"Twilight Globals just made their smartest move yet!" The headlines ran wild. Cael sat at ease in his office. It had been a long day. He switched on the television in the office. Twilight's latest signing seemed to be the hottest topic at the moment. Cael smirked as he read the headlines. It's about time she moved into the penthouse, he thought. Later that evening, Anaïs found herself standing in a grand penthouse suite, her luggage neatly stacked near the entrance. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the dazzling city skyline, the décor was sleek, modern, and undeniably luxurious.