The Muscle Heiress Novels & Stories

She instinctively inched closer to Liam for protection. She glanced around her, then turned to Jack, fuming, and screamed, "What are you going to do to me, Jack? Have you forgotten who I am? I'm the heiress to the Bristow family, and my father will get back at you for this if you touch even a single hair on my head! Let me go right now, Jack, and I will pretend none of this happened."

A lot of people she knew wouldn’t be able to wrap a bandage so beautifully like he did unless they were medically trained. “I used to do some work for the military in my early twenties. Had a few injured comrade that needed some emergency stitching and this.” He replied casually while still focusing his attention on the bandage. “And what is it exactly that you do now for a living? Certainly a man like you wouldn’t just live off your family’s inheritance.” Sofia could say that because in some ways, she found him similar to her. He was also the heir to a large family fortune. Before all of this happened, Sofia was the designer and executive director of De Laurent. In terms of power and status

she paused for a while toying with the ropes of her gown. "I need to talk to you, to apologize for everything… I love you Kayden and you mean the world to me. What I did it's for us, our future. We both know you have a…let's call it a disability and as future Alpha you'll need an heir eventually," she said fluffing her blonde hair like what she was saying made any sense. Kayden stood still, wrapped in a towel listening to her bullshit. She got up and walked seductively towards him and stood in front of him, she even had the audacity to look into his eyes and say.

Tagged: @WestCorp, @AdeleFord, @Harringtons, @OldWests, @Mercers, @FirstLady, @MyGirls, @ForbesSociety, @GlobalHeirsCircle … +42 more Below it was a photo of two intertwined hands. And that which I presumed to be Mia’s had a ring so striking it was impossible to ignore: a rare black diamond, cut in a sharp emerald shape, sitting heavy on a platinum band traced with smaller white diamonds. … Who was Mia? She was the beloved heiress of the Harrington family, born of the first branch—the power holders of the Harrington bloodline. She was dear to every young and old; the kind of woman children curtsied to without being told and elders blessed with both hands. She had that natural grace, that uns

The news anchor’s voice rang out: "Suzanne Smith, a renowned actress and heiress to the Smith Empire in Canada, has resurfaced after years of seclusion from the business world. She has announced the launch of the groundbreaking self-driving car project, Medal Cars, which has already gained approval from the most powerful businessmen worldwide. This marks a new era in AI-driven transportation." Their hands dropped from each other’s hair as they stared in stunned silence. Beatrice’s mouth fell open. "Suzanne… was an heiress to a powerful family?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

His hands were all over my butt, caressing and squeezing. "I know how much you hate Hailey. We can have her easily cornered and rendered helpless. Just say yes." At the mention of Hailey and his promise to help me deal with her, my ears perked and my interest piqued, especially when the flashback of how today had gone at the mall filled my mind. That bitch! "Do you know she's a heiress? Her family owns the Codza company." My voice was now coarse. Heavy with lust. "How do you think I was able to help Christian carry out the plan to get her inheritance from her six years before?" His tongue evoked a shuddering sigh from me as it slithered around my left ear.

If anything, the person who’s got something to loose if things go wrong is her, not me. As I walk toward the damn cruiser, the bag with my things in one hand, and her suitcase in the other, following her down the path like some lovesick puppy, I can’t stop thinking about what Maria said. I can’t stop thinking about those words, her suggestions, ever since she said them. I mean, I am not going to whore myself out for money, or for the idea of chasing the legal heiress out of her money, but damn it, it’s tempting. It’s tempting when I look at the way she walks, those long legs in those heels, the way her tanned skins glistens in the morning sunlight. Every step she takes, every move, is filled

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."

Heiress. The word slid into place like a key in a lock. Heiress. The media had called me an heiress. Not just Blake’s empire. Not just his name on buildings and glossy magazines. Cassie Huntington brought something to the table too. Old money. Dead parents. Trust funds. Investments maybe. My own war chest. Assets. Power. What was I worth? Was it enough to destroy Richard, and by extension, Gemma? I settled back against the pillows. I needed information, and Blake was standing right here.

She had survived her first day—not as a visitor, not as an outsider—but as a rightful Hartwell. As she left the headquarters with Alexander and Julian, she glanced back at the skyscraper, sunlight reflecting off its glass like a crown. The road ahead would be challenging, but she was no longer afraid. She was Elena Hartwell. She was the heiress. And the world, for better or worse, was watching her every step.