The Muscle Heiress Novels & Stories

Main character profile: HELENA DECLAN Nickname: The Heiress / Little Empire / H Age: 21 Zodiac Sign: Capricorn Occupation: Billionaire heiress, CEO-in-training, founder of Declan Futures Voice: Sharp, observant, emotionally guarded, witty Born into wealth, but raised in a home that valued love over status. Her father, Harry Declan, gave up everything to raise her as a stay-at-home dad. Her mother, Mia, instilled in her the power of being a woman in control. From the age of 5, she’s been in the public eye. Her school interview went viral. The media dubbed her “The Youngest Billionaire,” but behind the headlines was a child molded with precision, passion, and discipline.

She hurried over, trembling, and tugged at my sleeve. "Miss, please just back down…" Kylie Mack's voice shook like a leaf. "She really is the Stone heiress, the richest man's only daughter. He spoils her rotten. The last time someone talked back to her, they got fired the next day and blacklisted from the entire industry…" I raised an eyebrow and looked at the arrogant woman in front of me. The Stone heiress? The richest man's only daughter? I immediately pulled up her livestream on my phone and saw her name.

" I yelled, trying to snatch my phone back. Someone suddenly grabbed my arm just then. It was Michelle. She had plastered an insincere smile on her face as she forcefully dragged me into a bedroom. "Come here. I have something to discuss with you!" As soon as the door was shut behind us, the fake smile immediately disappeared from her face. "How could you be so unreasonable, you brat? Isabella is the only heiress of the richest woman in Andaysia! She even has a son with Lucas! How could you ever possibly measure up to her?

"Your girl used severe physical force against a top-tier board heiress. That kind of breach is more than enough to make a formal expulsion and legal blacklist stick permanently. Under the institute's bylaws, striking a high-ranking family member carries catastrophic financial and legal penalties." Attacking a primary heiress of the Everhart Conglomerate is a massive violation, but Maribel is an heiress in her own right—even if the rest of the billionaire elite refuse to acknowledge her father's hidden holdings. She is his designated partner, and that has to count for something. "Thanks for the head-up, Ellis," Maddox says through gritted teeth. "I owe you one." "Oh, you definitely do," Ellis

“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.

Mira had given me something for the pain—some kind of herbal mixture that took the edge off without quite making me useless—but it wore off as the day went on. By late afternoon, when we finally stopped to make camp, I felt like I'd been beaten and left in the road. "You're doing well," a voice said beside me. I looked up to find a girl settling down next to me. She was taller than me, with dark hair pulled back in a practical braid and eyes that suggested she'd seen more of the world than her age would suggest. Her left leg was bandaged heavily from ankle to knee. "I haven't heard much complaining," she continued, offering me a bowl of stew. "My name's Dovette, by the way. I was training to

Instead, a woman in blood-red silk and stiletto boots marched in, smelling of expensive lilies and arrogance. “Those pelts are shedding. Throw them out,” the woman barked at the head Omega. “And get this gray paint off the walls. I want gold.” I stepped onto the landing. “Who the hell are you?” The woman turned, a predatory smirk stretching her lips. “Lexi Hart. But you probably know me as the woman Cameron actually wanted before he was stuck with a ‘relic’ like you.” The fake heiress. The one who fled to the Southern Territories when Cameron was bleeding out three years ago.

Eynas assisted his queen in her seat. Astra put her face to his face. She looked at him and smiled. "I'm fine" she mumbled and turned her redhead in front of her broods. "Let's welcome, the first heiress of the Erasmus Kingdom!" She growls. "And I declare war among dragons and humans! We will restore our dragon power, the Heart of Magic from them! Scream for me! Scream!" Astra made an extreme growl and all of them made a rumbling sound.

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION The characters, settings, and ideas in this work are purely fictional. Any resemblance is only a coincidence. THE HEIRESS: (Book 1: HER SECRET MISSION) ©plume alter (Ricki Ryce) Published on Goodnovel (2020). THE ORDEAL ∞≠∞ Tiffany was determined to join the brotherhood.

"Screaming won't solve the matter. The worst part of it, is that the Heiress is my maid…" "What do you mean Imelda…?" "Cassandra is the Heiress." She pouted her lips annoyingly. "After all my stay in that family, I couldn't get that staff, you're just a forsaken mother. A bitch… A good for nothing Mother." Candi couldn't say a word to her daughter, she watched her abuse her. "I wasn't told, I heard it with my two ears just before you came in." She added. Candi got on her feet. "So she is Maricar… does she have the medal or the mark?"