The Muscle Heiress Novels & Stories

Her lips curled into a smirk as she stopped just inches from me, her piercing gaze raking me up and down with disdain. “Who do you think you are?” Vivian sneered, tilting her head slightly. “Do you even know who *I* am? I am *Miss McDonald,* the richest, most powerful heiress in New York. And you? You’re just a nobody, a poor freak clinging to your husband’s arm like a lifeline. How pathetic.”

But the burn didn’t ease the knot in his chest. The news flashed on TV. “In breaking news, the missing Hartman heiress has been found alive after twenty-three years…” Adrian froze. The screen showed Evelyn stepping from a black car, surrounded by cameras. “She’s the missing Hartman heiress,” he whispered. Charlotte paled. “That’s impossible.” Adrian barely heard her. Every cruel word he’d thrown at Evelyn echoed in his head. He’d called her a gold digger, said she didn’t belong. Now she was the richest woman in New York.

He was protecting her. The girl his father had taken in when she was small. The granddaughter sent abroad to be kept safe. The daughter of his late brother is the true Musk son. The real heir. She was oblivious to the blood on Damian’s hands, oblivious to the truth that her parents had died by his will. To the world, she was the cherished Musk heiress, sheltered beneath Don Victor’s name. But to Damian, she was something else entirely his greatest prize. The jewel purchased with their deaths, the living reminder of everything he had stolen yet could never truly claim.

It was just her name, and yet it made me freeze. “What about her?” I said, playing dumb. “She’s interesting.” Immediately, I raised a brow. “She’s just a stripper.” Alpha Ryker chuckled. “Is that what you think?” Hmmm… yeah. My brows pulled together. “She’s nothing special. Poor, desperate, and lowlife bitch. I said with so much hate written in my voice. He kept his gaze on me. I’ve seen her file.” “And she’s not poor,” he said casually, sipping his drink. “She’s an heiress. Last living descendant of the Castellano bloodline, the late Castellano.”

Her discolored face carried a menacing grin unbefitting her age. “How does it feel, Scarlett?” Leaning against the headboard, I met her gaze indifferently. “Not too bad. I’m in a better place than when you were electrocuted by your own camera.” “You!” Frustrated, Tammy snapped an angry look at me. “I’m not like other heiresses. I’ve read more books of this genre than you’ll ever know. I know how you operate. “Do you think that by playing it cool, you can hide the fact that you stole my life?

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.

She was back as the Billionaire Hale heiress, the ice queen, Elara Hale. Nobody outside her family and friends knew her real name. All they knew was that the ice queen Hale heiress goes by E.H, a name that everyone spoke from fear and respect. Her name was carved with reverence yet fear both in the hearts of every executive from Canary Wharf to Wall Street of London.

The warden pushed into the cage open and examined him. Then he raised my hand. "WINNER IS NATALYA THE NEMESIS.” Something about that name gives me strength...I just love yeah. I turned toward the crowd as my name went, Natalya!!, Natalya…oh I'm loving this stuff way too much. Back in the hallway, Tasi ran up to me. "Holy shit," she said, eyes wide. "Girl you didn't just beat him. You broke his bone's." I wiped my face with my shirt. "Next time, they'll think twice before touching me."

Five years later The large door opened and a woman in her late twenties walked in. Elegant, beautiful, majestic were the best words to describe her as she carried herself with supreme grace to her seat that was resting at the center of the room. Her eyes shone with nothing but dullness, and her appearance was strict and reserved in a professional manner. All the eyes of the men in the room brighten in interest and the women with admiration and jealousy. But none of it meant anything to the high level lady in her majestic elegant royal blue suit. She is none other than Bianca McKenzie, the unknown heiress of the Josh who claimed the position of the McKenzie Empire after her grandpa willingly

“Liam’s not alone. He’s got help—more than we expected. And Boris is still locked in the Shield. I can’t split my men and keep the perimeter tight.” Grim didn’t hesitate. “I can have twenty here by sundown. Vultures who know how to move quiet and hit hard.” “Good,” I said. “I’ll clear space in the warehouse. They’ll bunk there.” Sarah stepped closer, arms crossed, her voice low. “There’s more.” I raised a brow. “One of the girls we pulled out—she’s Reaper royalty. Club princess. She already called her dad. He’s on his way.” That landed heavy.