Novel & Cerita The Many-faced Real Heiress Is Back

he says with a thick accent - I’m guessing he’s Ezra Aviet. “She’s a Décès - the heiress to Death’s Temple and the reason we’re on the brink of extinction!” A red-haired woman with an Italian accent cries out; she’s dressed in a tight-fitting black dress and heels, with diamonds and rubies adorning her neck and ears. Demitria Principe. “Exactly! She cannot be allowed to live, much less be part of our world!” A blonde wearing the same kind of dress as Demetria, but in royal blue, says in a deafening shrill voice. Nisha Devereaux, I assume, by her accent.

Her plan failed miserably. "That's great, Bhess! I used to sit next to you, but now I'm dreaming of you! Congratulations on another success in your business! I hope you'll never forget me. It's not like at your look alike and everything, but I didn't mention her changed of attitude." Jessica was currently visiting the office of the famous Heiress of the Coleman's Clan. The former top 3 companies have returned to their former positions. It is now the most popular and foremost in the world. The Coleman's Empire.

She even said that once she married into the family, the first thing she would do was throw me, the false daughter, out of the house. “Oh, then I hope you succeed.” I rubbed my nose because I had nothing left to say. I wondered if I had a few screws loose in my previous life. How else could I have been friends with someone like her for so many years? There were still many things I needed to do, so I stopped wasting energy on Vicky and I focused on my mission to make money. After three busy and fulfilling months, my guesthouse finally opened. Its main themes were “comfort” and “slow living.”

"She came back! She killed all of them!" I looked down at his wretched state coldly and made no move to help him up. "Who came back?" "Lilith!" Tristan looked up in terror, his eyes bloodshot. "She came back last night! She's even more terrifying than before!" I leaned against the doorframe, expressionless. "Oh? How so?" "S-She went after Caleb first..." Tristan said, his voice cracking as he shook uncontrollably. "She skinned him alive… peeled off his entire skin and hung it in the living room…"

On went the midnight blue dress, dripping in diamonds. The mask... a silver and sapphire masterpiece slipped over my face. Steadying my breath, I stepped out. Then... The announcer’s voice rang through the ballroom. “Ladies and gentlemen, The reason for this party, let's welcome on stage the Heiress of Lancaster Group of Company... Miss Sophia Lancaster!” Gasps. Whispers. The crowd stilled. Sophia Lancaster was back. No one had seen her face and today wasn't going to be an exception.

"I see a family who treats this young woman like a servant, gives her the worst accommodations, makes her eat separately from the rest of you, and then has the audacity to call her your daughter when it's socially convenient. When you want to claim connection to control her behavior. When you want to use that claimed relationship to manage your reputation." He took a step forward, and the Hawkins family collectively took a step back. "I see a woman who was apparently abroad for years—though none of you seem to have visited her or maintained contact—and who you've now brought back and installed in your basement like an embarrassing secret you want to keep hidden but can't quite discard." Elea

At that moment, she felt the ground should open and swallow her. She had never been embarrassed all her whole life. She lifted her head up and when her eyes came in contact with his, her fists clenched. His gaze was mocking and intimidating and if she didn’t need his help, she would have mocked him with words. “What’s all this fuss for by the way?” She asked, pointing at the helicopters. “Don’t want to be caught in traffic.” As Harry replied, his gaze was fixed on his Patek Philippe grandmaster chime wrist. “How can I help you, Mrs Zara? I can’t waste another minute standing here with you.”

Does he know that? "N-No...anyways you knew her! Younger than your age but...she's...fine," his tone get slower and slower. "What's her name?" I asked and raised a brow. His eyes lit up like it was a sign that I also likes his idea. "She's the heiress of the Hepburn Communications! Millicent Jaiyana Hepburn! Do you remember her? It's Millijay!" He said exaggeratedly.

I don't know how this happened but our mansion was signed under magaret's name, meaning she owns our big mansion, now I see the reason dad said I should leave, but his will is still in my name though, so it really didn't bother me, with this will I can earn it back. I want nothing to do with her, she isn't my problem, she has twenty percent of the company shares. I will back for it, this isn't over. I need to uncover this mystery, I will come back. ************** We are in country A, can you imagine? Three heiresses are in a very unfamiliar country, remembering the issue made me heave a sigh. "Wow, country A, here I come!!!" Katie is always dramatic. "Katie, people are staring at us, "vida m

The questions gnawed at me, but I forced myself to focus on the task at hand—stopping Emily and Jessica. My daughter’s voice broke through my thoughts. “Turn left here, Auntie Sarah!” she directed, her small finger pointing at the map. Sarah followed her instructions without hesitation, the car weaving through the less crowded back roads. My hands trembled slightly as I applied the last touches of mascara. I took a deep breath, glancing at my reflection in the car mirror. Gone was the scared, broken girl from six years ago. I had transformed myself—physically, mentally, and professionally. I was no longer the weak victim. I was Susan Davidson, the rightful heir to the Davidson Corporation.