The Many-faced Real Heiress Is Back Novels & Stories

The only catch is that no one knows what the Quinn Heiress looks like. Now she has to go back and claim her right before anyone else does it. Can she make it in time, or is it going to be too late for her to reclaim her position while also finding the time to fall back in love with her first love? Ezra Thatcher never believed that he would get to love again when the girl he secretly had a crush on suddenly disappeared into thin air and then reappeared again looking the same as ever. The only catch is that he is engaged to a new girl, but his feelings stay the same.

“What’s it, Nia? Let me get some sleep, okay?” Besides, it was the weekend. “Come on, Anna, you don't understand!” She tossed away the blanket and pulled me out. “The world out there is literally in flames. You’ve got to see this!” I had to force my eyes open and stare at the tablet she was waving in front of me. Through my blurred vision, a news headline popped up. [Annalise Sterling, The Returned Heiress of The Sterling Empire: Is There More to Her Than Meets The Eye?]

“Go to hell, Scarlett! It’s all your fault. You ruined everything I have. I’m the heroine of this world! How did things end up like this?! It can’t be real!” At that time, Francis’s voice came from outside the door. “Mel, are you in there? Dad’s guests came. They would like to see the real heiress of our family. You need to go downstairs.” “Okay, wait for me, Frank!” Melanie was relieved again when she heard that. Regardless, she was the daughter of the Smith family. She excitedly opened the door of her closet to start picking an outfit. In the end, she examined her reflection with satisfaction and went downstairs to meet the guests.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐭-𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐀𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐭 The liquid manifestation of the Heiress did not hold a stable shape. It rippled and tore like dark satin under a heavy wind, her amethyst-tinted visage stretched into jagged, geometric angles before snapping back into the cruel, youthful likeness of Helen Vance.

Behind her, she could hear Marian and Zoe returning their attention to the television. Within seconds, they were laughing again. Amber kept walking. When she reached her room, she closed the door behind her quietly. Then she walked toward the window. The massive estate stretched before her. Beautiful. Expensive. And built partly with money that should have belonged to her mother. Her fingers tightened around the gown. Sixteen years ago, they threw her away, now they wanted her back. Amber looked toward the skyline beyond the estate walls. A faint smile touched her lips.

But he didn't say any of that. "I'd like that," I lied. "I want to be a better wife to you." "I know you do. And I appreciate that." He reached across the table and took my hand, his thumb rubbing circles on my palm. The gesture probably looked intimate to anyone watching. To me, it felt like a collar tightening around my neck. "There's something else," he said. "Something important." Here it comes. "There's been some news in the business world. The Salvadore heiress has resurfaced after disappearing for over a year. Every company in the city is scrambling to get a meeting with her, including mine."

Would she be crazy to push her away? “Aidie…” Luna turned to the only familiar person she could trust. For the first time since she woke up, Aiden walked over, pulled out his phone, turned on the camera, and pointed it at Luna’s face. Her eyes widened. Her hands shot up to touch her face—this face. This face was a public figure. This face belonged to the girl who had inherited all the Rose assets—the top family in the nation. She was a billionaire heiress. The couple before her had to be Calla’s parents. But why… why did she have Calla’s face?

she spat, her voice a low, venomous hiss bringing back the sharp pain of their deceits and evil. "You will never be what you seem. Now move. We have a meeting to attend in the boardroom with the real Mrs Moretti." She clearly had no idea or refused to accept that I was the only Mrs Moretti in this building… I knew she was in denial; she could never believe me. It was like a dream for me when I realised I was truly the First Lady of a trillion-dollar empire. And that was the perfect reaction from Cierra. I simply offered a small, cold smile and watched her retreat.

She glanced at Mia, silently pleading with her to play along. Mia, ever the perceptive one, seemed to sense the unspoken tension between the two. Her smile faltered slightly, and she slowly lowered her hand, tucking it into the pocket of her designer jeans. "Actually, Mr. Maverick, I'm not just any friend." She tilted her chin up defiantly, her gaze unwavering. "I'm the heiress to Vitalis Pharmaceuticals. And I have to say, I'm quite interested in this...arrangement you have with my dear Evie."

Confusion swarmed in Greg's eyes as he held on to her fragile body. “I did some digging, Greg. About Megan. About who she really is.” Greg froze, his mind reeling with disbelief. “What do you mean?” he asked for the hundredth time. Elizabeth took a deep breath, her hands trembling as she reached for her phone. “I found something. Something that might explain everything.” With trembling hands, she handed Greg her phone, the screen displaying a headline that made his blood run cold: “New York's Youngest Heiress Revealed: Margaret Song.”