The Muscle Heiress Novels & Stories

Sera Madam Hart came down the grand staircase one step at a time, in black silk, with her champagne still in her hand. She did not hurry. By the time she reached the marble floor, the music had stopped, and a thousand guests had turned toward the little knot of people at the mouth of the corridor, where I stood between Lucian and Eleanor Vale with my pulse roaring in my ears.

He just stood there, staring at me across the crowded ballroom with an expression of complete devastation. The girl he'd thrown away, the wife he'd neglected and humiliated, the woman he'd told would never find anyone better, was Isabella Morrison. Granddaughter of Alexander Morrison. Heir to one of the largest fortunes in the country. One of the most powerful women in New York. And he'd let me go without a fight. The applause finally died down and I sat back down, accepting congratulations from the people at my table with grace and poise I'd learned from watching my brothers navigate society. But I was hyperaware of the Wei family table, of the chaos I knew was happening there.

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.

I scrubbed his floors. I endured his mother's cruelty. I became invisible for a man who could not even remember our anniversary. Three years I gave him. Three years I hid who I really was because I thought love mattered more than power or money or my own name. But when I found him with her, when I saw the divorce papers were just a joke to him, when he told me I had nowhere to go and nothing to my name, something inside me broke. Or maybe it finally woke up. I am Elena Hartley. Heiress to a billion-dollar empire. Licensed pilot. Award-winning actress. Renowned pianist. And now, CEO of the company my ex-husband has been desperately begging for investment. He thought I was nobody. His fam

Mills cooperation is mine once I come of age, that is why she has been struggling to get on my good graces, I will make sure she gets none, am sure this will be frustrating enough. Red card means she is my enemy and so many negative things more. If am not a bitch, people will look down at me, am beautiful and rich and nobody can do anything about it. My friends are also equally beautiful as me, just like different species on Earth we have our own unique nature, it's what makes us special in a different way. You can call me the boss because I give the final verdict. They don't mind, wherever we step into, we own the spotlight I love waking up late, it interest me to provoke my lecturerers at

Asher asked curiously, hoping to understand Isabella better. Isabella's gaze went to the rearview mirror instantly. She looked at him as he looked at her. One could argue she was trying to study him because after a minute or so she averted her eye and nodded. “Her name was Silvia,” Asher asked her more about the Silvia girl and as it turns out, she and Isabella knew each other since middle school. She was a spoiled heiress on all accounts. “I am sorry you had to see that. And for your loss.” Asher offered. Isabella mumbled a faint thank you before sighing deeply.

She walks onto the white sand, stops after a few steps as the words are written and drawn with the profile. ‘One of the famous students and the riches known heiress from the entire prestigious Academy of Royal Knights, her life revolves around fame and love that she manipulated only to be near in the embodiment's leech of the sin of Asmodeus. With her perfect body proportion, goddess face, and being a talented cheer captain and trusted secretary of the student body, she is a manipulator by which memories of the past thousand years' curse are retained to her entire being.

Hyde was able to tell what Zayn was thinking at the time. After a brief pause, Mr. Hyde said, “Mia was said to be the kind of genius that could only be found once in thirty years. Despite being a woman, she’s managed to train herself to peak condition and become a master martial artist. On top of that, she’s probably one of the very few who have achieved the status of being an unbeatable fighter.” Zayn suddenly turned his head and had a smile on his face. He did not even seem to be shocked or nervous and was laughing as he said, “Mia must be affiliated with Sicut In Caelo, am I right?”

"S-Sorry." "Look, miss, look what you've done! Damn---wait, are you Keisha Santillan?" My forehead creased because I know her; when she removed her glasses, my jaw dropped; she looks sophisticated. And if I'm not mistaken, she was a famous model and commonly known as the only heiress of Jacinto Entertainment. "Y-Yes, it's me," I don't know why I'm so nervous as we wait for our order. I don't know how she persuaded me; I was preoccupied. I really had a bad feeling about this; it seems like something will happen that I won't like.

The audience was mesmerized, marveling at her skill. Tiffany, who was the heiress of McAuley Group, possessed both beauty and intelligence. She had excelled in her studies since childhood and mastered multiple languages, winning first place at international ballet competitions at the age of 12. She had truly won the life lottery, as she was rich, talented, and beautiful.