The Lost Heiress And Her Dear Tycoon Novels & Stories

Deep down she knew that was one of the things that kept their marriage cold; maybe if she gave in to what she knew Owen wanted, she could finally put the past behind and find love with him, but Owen only knew half of it. It was not that she did not want to give him the shares, it was that the shares she was desperately holding onto meant something to her, they represented love found and love lost, they were not just shares on paper, but a life, a family and unity. Holding onto them was just the tip of the iceberg. Emily took a glass of water from the table and drank. She looked around on the nearby tables, hoping no one looked their way and had heard what they were talking about.

My day was already off to a great start, and that message made it even better. I have to be honest: when I first met Corvin, I was intimidated. It’s hard not to be when you’re talking to the heir of a multi-billion dollar corporation. But as I’ve spent more time with him, I’ve realized that he is so much more than just a fancy title or a big bank account. He is incredibly attentive and generous. He is a true gentleman in every sense of the word, and he is brilliant. And, of course, it doesn't hurt that he is absolutely handsome. He really seems to have everything. I feel so lucky that I’ve managed to find such a good friend in him.

“Bro, remember the Voice of the Night we saw yesterday? Guess whose car that was?” Hindi man lang siya nilingon ni Gabe. “Definitely not yours.” “Exactly! It’s Luna’s the Valencia heiress herself!” Saglit na natahimik si Gabe. Naalala niya ang maliit na batang babaeng minsang naghatid kay Miguel noon sa eskwela, maliit, masayahin, at palaging may dala-dalang candy. Ngayon, nineteen na, confident, successful, at muli nilang makakasama.

But he was nowhere in sight. I was about to walk away, ready to head down the corridor to look for him myself, when the front door opened, causing me to freeze on the spot. And there he was, head held high as always, dressed in his navy suit. But it wasn’t just him. Standing beside him, towering slightly, was a man dressed in a black suit, tailored to perfection. His presence was magnetic, and instantly, I recognized him. ''Ernest Montgomery.'' The young billionaire who had the entire country at his feet. Women swooned over him; men envied him. Though they said he was cold-hearted and ruthless in business, others whispered he was charming and deeply generous in private. A contradiction in a

The small amount of silver my parents kept hidden in a loose stone behind the fireplace. I avoided looking at the blood on the floor, I was good at avoiding things. By the time I made it to the town square, the sun was already beginning to set again. I'd lost an entire day without realizing it. The events of the previous night felt simultaneously fresh and impossibly distant, like a dream I'd had about someone else's nightmare. Millbrook was gone, not completely gone. Buildings still stood, streets still ran in their familiar patterns. But what had been a town of maybe two thousand people was now a necropolis, a place of ghosts and ash.

He just stood there, staring at me across the crowded ballroom with an expression of complete devastation. The girl he'd thrown away, the wife he'd neglected and humiliated, the woman he'd told would never find anyone better, was Isabella Morrison. Granddaughter of Alexander Morrison. Heir to one of the largest fortunes in the country. One of the most powerful women in New York. And he'd let me go without a fight. The applause finally died down and I sat back down, accepting congratulations from the people at my table with grace and poise I'd learned from watching my brothers navigate society. But I was hyperaware of the Wei family table, of the chaos I knew was happening there.

“Good morning, Miss white, you're late. Let’s get going.” I turn towards the redhead. “Good mor..” “I’m Jamey’s Fiance, Debby. " I'll be coming along,” She cut me off, giving me a glance from head to toe. “Oh, it’s nice to…” “Get my bags, and be careful, they're designers,” She cut me off again. “Sorry?” I asked, confused. Now I understand I was only a secretary, but I wasn't a bell boy who carried people's bags, and if I was, it would only be for Jamey because he was paying, not his rude fiancée, who looked like a circus exploded on her face.

I whispered under my breath. I clicked one. “That woman is dangerous. She should be arrested immediately.” I hadn’t processed the first one when another popped in, “Rich people think they can cover up crimes.” “Where is the missing heiress? Start with Grace Parker.” My grip tightened on the phone. “That’s not true,” I muttered. Another notification popped in, “ she’s acting innocent but she knows something.” I exhaled sharply and locked the screen. I barely knew anything about her But even as I said it, something unsettled me because the missing heiress…

"With respect, sir, you don't have time not to go. The Reynolds acquisition is the biggest deal of the year. If you don't show face, they might interpret it as disinterest. We could lose everything we've built." Ethan ran a hand through his unwashed hair. "I don't care about the acquisition." "You will tomorrow." Mark set an invitation on the desk—cream envelope, gold wax seal, the Laurent family crest pressed into it like a brand. "One night, sir. That's all I'm asking. Show up. Shake hands. Smile. Then you can go back to hunting for your wife." Ethan stared at the invitation. Crystal Laurent, it read. The Lost Heiress. Making her formal debut.

I am Layla Sabella, a wage slave earning 0.3 mills a month, when I somehow transmigrate into another world. I wake up as the kept woman of Brexton's most powerful young heir. Tyler Farrell looks at me, his gaze condescending. "Go on, then. What do you want?" His friends immediately start teasing me. "Come on, let's make a bet. I say she'll ask for a designer handbag. That's every gold digger's favorite." “That’s too basic. I’m betting on a mansion. I had a gold digger try to get one out of me once.” Nadia Lachey, the only woman in their group, smiles. “You're all too shallow," she says. “Knowing gold diggers, she'll be aiming for the biggest prize of all. Obviously, she'll want t