Novel & Cerita The Many-faced Real Heiress Is Back

“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.

“Everything that was supposed to be mine!” A maid rushed in, startled. “Sir, please, calm down…” “Get out!” I roared, pointing toward the door. “All of you, OUT!” They hesitated for half a second before scurrying away, the sound of their footsteps fading fast. I was left alone with the wreckage of my own fury… shattered glass, spilled liquor, and a silence so loud it made my head pound. Hannah Black. The name tasted bitter, like rust and regret. Every time I saw her face on the television, every time her name appeared in some glowing headline, Heiress Hannah Black: Miracle Kidnap Survivor and New 50% Owner of Black Enterprises, something inside me snapped a little more.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror—pretty, but not exactly beautiful—and suddenly felt disappointed. This wasn’t her real face! Her real face was even more exquisite and breathtaking than this one. The real identity was the most wanted socialite of Rothesay… Also known as “Allegra”, who had sent the entertainment industry on fire three years ago. Now, she had no choice but to continue her life using Sotiria’s identity and face. One day, she would restore her original looks and become her true self again. Charlotte felt homesick as she washed her face. Then, she got into her car.

The billionaire heiress touches Celeste's arm like she belongs there. I notice her immediately — because I notice everything, because noticing things is how I've stayed alive in rooms full of people who would happily watch me drown. She's young, maybe twenty-five, with dark hair and a smile that's been polished by the best surgeons money can buy. Her hand rests on Celeste's forearm like a claim. Her body angles toward Celeste like gravity. And I hate her instantly. Which would be easier to explain if I weren't supposedly running a con.

My face tightened. “Nothing Sir,” he replied, his face straightening now. “This would look good on you, sir.” My hands reached for the tie hanging in his hand. “Let me do it,” he stepped forward. As he fastened the tie around my collar, my mind raced. Tonight was all about Ava Thorne, the heiress, who was going to be announced publicly and I had to make a good impression. She had clawed her way back from the grave and everyone who caused her pain should get ready to suffer the consequences.

With a radiant smile gracing her lips, she exuded an aura of enchantment that captivated all who beheld her. Like a wild rose swaying in the gentle mountain breeze, she emanated an effortless allure, drawing the gaze of every guest in attendance. The men gazed at her with wide-eyed wonder, captivated by the goddess-like presence before them. "Isn't she stunningly beautiful?" "Who is she? What lineage does she hail from? And how is it that she's eluded our notice at all the elite gatherings?" "Hold on! Her visage strikes a chord. She's none other than Blake's former spouse, Eva Lowes!"

Jarred’s words caught in his throat, and he felt a wave of nausea at the realization that his ex-wife, whom he had constantly insulted and demeaned, was actually a member of a wealthy conglomerate, and an heiress at that. For the rest of the evening, Agnes and Jarred couldn’t focus on anything but Celene. They watched as she confidently mingled with the guests, effortlessly playing the role of a successful businesswoman. They couldn’t believe that the same girl they had known for years was now the heiress of a billion-dollar company. As the night went on, Martha and Jarred’s minds were filled with questions. How could Celene have kept such a big secret from them? And why did she lie about be

I mocked her. “How did you hear about this auction? It was struck by invitation,” she boosted. “You seem to have forgotten I'm an heiress now or did you lose your memory like you lost today?” I mocked her even more. “You think you have won just because of today or because you have mummy and daddy's money backing you,” she said, “but remember it was I that brought it all crashing down the last time and I can still do the same again,” she continued not playing with her words.

Keesha goes to the middle and she is nervous—her heart is pounding like crazy, every time someone is looking. She breath heavily, when someone shouted. “GUARDS!” All of the people inside are alerted! She speaks, “right in front of you, is the true Monteverde.” All of the people stopped and looked to her. She takes off her mask gradually and the eyes of everyone would like to pop out! They see the lost daughter of Mr. Alfredo Monteverde. Keesha smiled, “I am Keesha Monteverde and the true heiress of my father’s treasure.”

They usually call her the Campus Queen slash the Beautiful Monster, because behind her so pretty face lies a heartless Queen. Who actually is she? People in the Academy really get excited whenever they hear her name. She's the young future heiress of the Veraniel's Extravagant Wealth because of the tremendous number of their businesses and properties. It made them one of the most powerful business empires around the country, and aside from that, she's talented. She plays piano like a pro, and the blessing doesn't ends there. She's born with a divine beauty. Snow white porcelain skin, seductive sharp brown eyes, perfectly-define nose, slightly full lips, elegantly long brown shiny wavy hair,