The Masked Heiress: Don't Mess With Her Novelas e Histórias

“Exactly. The real heiress kept a low profile for years. Of course she wouldn’t come in shouting about who she was. Freya’s act was way too obvious.” Freya and Chuck froze completely. “No. That’s impossible.” Chuck muttered under his breath. “She worked at my company for years. How could she be the group’s heiress?” Then he seemed to remember something and suddenly turned to Freya. “Wait. Didn’t you have the family pendant? The one you showed us before? “Were you lying to me this whole time? Was that pendant fake?” Freya desperately shot him a look, telling him to shut up. But it was too late. The words had already left his mouth.

His grip was tight, anger radiating off him. I yanked my hand free, taking a step back to avoid him. My eyes moved to her—the woman in the strapless dress who was supposed to be marrying the man who’d destroyed me. She met my gaze with a smug smile, like she didn’t have a care in the world, like nothing I could say or do would crack her perfect little world. It only made me angrier. Turning toward the crowd, I let my voice carry as I swung my gaze back to Roy. “Did you think you could knock me up and then marry another bitch?”

With flawless makeup on, I looked straight into the camera and calmly said, "Yes, I'm Cindy, the so-called arrogant and domineering heiress who beat her two brothers and cut ties with her biological father. "For those who want to criticize me, this livestream is open. Just for today, nobody will be banned for anything they say."

“But proof… changes everything.” The next night, Isabella and Damian attended a charity masquerade, the perfect cover for a confrontation. Guests danced beneath glittering chandeliers, masks hiding identity while secrets thrived in plain sight. Isabella wore a crimson gown, the fabric hugging her curves, her mask delicate but concealing sharp eyes. Damian’s tuxedo was impeccable, mask black and angular, highlighting the intensity of his gaze. From across the room, Matteo watched, mask in place, his movements deliberate. Isabella sensed his presence immediately, heart tightening. Damian’s hand brushed hers, a silent reassurance. “Stay close,” he murmured.

Because I refused to look broken. He ended the call and dialed another number. My heart stuttered. Kingsley. It rang once. Twice. Then he answered. The masked man’s tone shifted, mocking now. “You have one hour.” A pause. “I want public announcements from both of you. Resignations from your position with immediate effect, today.” Silence on the other end. “If I don’t see the news break,” the man continued evenly, “you lose your granddaughter.” A beat.

The strange masked person she had met before suddenly resurfaced in her thoughts. “Watch the heirs carefully.” At the time, she hadn’t paid much attention to the warning. Now… Now she wasn’t so sure. “Could that masked person have been telling the truth?” Her fingers tightened slightly around her glass. “Perhaps I’ve underestimated Tavian and Astarian. The three of them will seem to be my mate.” The more she watched the three heirs, the less their reactions matched the celebration happening around them. They had supposedly found their mate. So why did none of them look relieved?

He says and Rielle smirked "Have you heard of 'The masked girl?" She asked and he snapped his head to look at her "Y-Yes Ma’am!” He says and she smirks, Stopping to look at him "I am the masked girl!" She says casually and he gasped loudly "W-What are you saying Ma’am, I mean you!” He says and starts to shake

” Why am I so angry, it’s not like he owes me anything “, Bianca muttered to herself. She heard the sounds of people trooping into the villa and realized she still had a party to attend. Bianca stood up and decided to take a bath, hoping that would stop tears from rolling down her cheeks. ”Where is the young woman Damian brought home?”Alex asked one of the housekeepers, before removing his party mask for recognition. He made his way up the stairs and headed to Bianca’s room.” It’s Alex”, Alex said after rapping his knuckles on the door.” I’m coming “, Bianca said finally zipping up the dress after many failed attempts. Alex could not believe his eyes,” You look beautiful “, he said to Bianca

' 'I honestly wouldn't be surprised if she was. "It was an accident, of course." I was skeptical but nodded away anyway. "I had been told by a friend that she had been harassed by a man wearing a fox mask. It was a masked party, you see." At my questioning look, she said, "As the name implies, everyone is supposed to wear masks that disguise their appearance, so when I saw him wearing a fox mask, I didn't hesitate to lay it on him. I would have never imagined it would be the young Peterson heir."

"Approach the enemy with the attitude of defeating him without delay." -Miyamoto Musashi- *** “Are you nervous?” Dion asked her as they were getting ready for Michel Louise’s birthday party. “Hm, not really. It’s the opposite, I am eager to start the plan.” Sofia replied as she applied a bold red lipstick that complimented her really well. Just like the night when she almost died, she chose to wear a ruby red dress with matching ruby earrings and necklace.