The Muscle Heiress Novels & Stories

After settling a dispute involving the family's overseas shipping routes, I boarded the Royal, a gambling cruise ship bound for Sicellia, with the family's confidential ledgers and handover documents. I kept a low profile, intending to complete the handover without drawing any attention. Antonio Greco, the family's longtime butler, had reserved a penthouse suite with panoramic ocean views for me. However, just as I finished checking in, an unfamiliar woman pushed open the door and strode inside. "I want this room. Pack your things and get out." I held up my booking confirmation. "The reservation is under my name. Breaking into someone else's room and demanding they leave hardly seems

she stuttered, her voice shaking, hands trembling so hard she knocked over her water glass. Water spilled all over Margaret's designer shoes. No one moved to clean it. I tilted my head, watching her. "Why?" I asked calmly, looking at her as if I were watching a clown perform in a circus. "Why should I turn it off?" I took a slow step toward her. "Isn't this your masterpiece? You should be proud. Three years, Tiffany. Three years you painted yourself as a princess with my family's money." She backed away, bumping into the conference table.

Just by discussing amongst themselves, my fate was already sealed. No one bothered to care about any input that I had. I was a girl by myself, after all, and there was no way I could go against the nine of them. So they naturally took my coins by force. Anna pouted and sweet-talked her mother into contributing another five gold coins, allowing her to purchase the Sea Maiden's Dress. "Wow, this dress is so comfortable! It's so cool and form-fitting that it feels like it's part of my own skin!" Anna exclaimed happily.

For three seconds there was silence in the auditorium. Then the room erupted. The reporters were typing furiously on their tablets. The condescension in the room was gone. Now people were scared. They realized that the heiress in overalls was not a figurehead. She was the architect. Silas looked down at Avery. He had a smile on his face. He was proud of her. He reached out under the cover of the podium. His hand gripped hers. They had officially left the yards. The crown was hers. The board belonged entirely to Avery and Silas.

Heili shrugged and said, “I did hear a few rumors that the disgraced heiress was in the family way and leeching off our lady’s convent.” My lips pursed but I said nothing. Heili belonged to the Veltrous family. They were the second most powerful family under the Puhvel’s territory. If her great grandfather hadn’t lost a duel with his cousin and been left homeless, he would never have sworn allegiance to the Puvel clan. On their own, they would probably have been a formidable and independent clan. Rumors even had it that her sister, Ingel, was planning a coup. I truly doubted she would be able to defeat Ivan’s demon, so I hadn’t worried. My hope was that Heili would think Joanne an easy prey,

The woman beside her has natural red hair and she's wearing a simple white short dress finished with a white stiletto. "Hecate thanks again for letting me borrow one of your resorts." Skye stood up and hugged Hecate. I stood up as well. "Ohh and let me introduce you to my girlfriend, my sweet this is Hecate Asteria Cirillo, and her fiance the crown Princess of the house Astaril in Greece, Hestia Katana Astaril." My eyes went wide after hearing what Skye said. Hestia rolled her eyes. I nod then spoke.

He closed his eyes and could not be bothered to return the greeting. "This is Aunt Hestia. She's Xander's mother." Hestia did her best to control her trembling. "She's not quite there yet." "What?" "She can't pull off being an heiress. She's still missing something. After all, the original is right here." Hestia pointed confidently at Grace. The woman's smile almost disappeared. Clad in identical attire, the contrast in their elegance and poise became starkly apparent. When Grace wore the dress, the air of an heiress seemed more pronounced than ever.

He said. "I've been working my butt off for everyone all my life" "And It's time for me to step down and enjoy the rest of my life" I was so shocked. Don't tell me. "It's time to introduce the new successor of Madden Group of Hospitals and Madden Realty Group" No way. Not yet. "Let me introduce to you, my one and only heiress, the reason for all of my hard work. Soline Madden" My mouth dropped. I want to throw tantrums at dad but everyone is looking at me including the men I slept with.

Isaac would never forgive me and the gala night and all the upset was bad enough. God, sometimes it’s so frustrating being a rich billionaire heiress, you have to watch everything you do and say. Paps are everywhere and people who know who I am can’t wait to take a snide picture of me and post it all over social media. Thankfully, here in the VIP, private club nobody cares because everybody is somebody. I can see the famous model, Helenka Islovokich with her rockstar boyfriend, Jenson Hamilton at the bar, he has her arms around her waist, and is whispering into her ear. She has her body leaning into him and I wish it was me. Not me with Jenson but just with some guy that cared enough about m

"And his date, who is she? She's absolutely gorgeous. It's like she stepped out of a fairy tale, a mix of queen and princess!" "Is she the next big thing, groomed by some entertainment tycoon, debuting at Victoria Garden House today? Just imagine, rubbing shoulders with the elite here could pave her way to stardom, as long as she steers clear of any bad deals." "Could be! However, what if she's the elusive Ms. Foster?" "No chance! Ms. Foster, the heiress of the Foster dynasty, wouldn't fly under the radar. Just look at her, clinging to Mr. James Foster like she's his shadow..."