The Outcast Heiress's Last Stand Novels & Stories

Compared to having his lover by his side, he would much rather have his company! [Such a pity for Harmonia. She was already dumped by Absalom. After she got together with a new sugar daddy, Hector dumped her too!] [Someone took her in, didn’t they? We just don’t know who bought Marshtown Studio yet. Do you girls have any news?] [Could it be the mysterious heir of the billion-dollar fortune? I heard that the heir has suddenly shown up and claimed it despite having been gone for nine whole years.] [The heir is actually an heiress who owns a Lamborghini! She wore sunglasses, a baseball cap, and a mask. She’s really mysterious!]

A mansion of white stone and glass, surrounded by manicured gardens and fountains. "Miss Okafor." The driver opened her door. "Welcome to Nwosu Estate." --- Dante was waiting for her in the entrance hall. He was wearing another suit—charcoal gray, perfectly fitted, no tie. His shirt was open at the collar, revealing a sliver of dark skin and a gold chain that caught the light. He looked like a man who had just stepped out of a boardroom and into a battlefield. "Zara," he said. "You came."

He was the last heir. The final prize. And she—Zara—was just the bait.

The woman closed the door roughly. Merinda abandoned the idea of pulling clothes from the closet and immediately stood up to stare at Sera. "What's wrong?" she asked. Sera smiled. "Are you really asking what's wrong?" "What do you mean?" Sera chuckled. "You're wrong if you think you can be part of Dumitrese. I will expose who you really are." Merinda smiled. "I don't have any secrets. Go ahead if you want to reveal anything about me." Sera walked forward, tugging at Merinda's collar. "Even if you were clean, I could never consider you part of Dumitrese," she whispered.

Set the phone on the desk with precise care. Catherine hadn't moved. She stood by the door, her hand on the frame, her face pale in the dim light. "He's won," she said. "No one has won." I poured another whiskey, drank it in a single swallow. "Lucien wants the alliance documents because they prove the Voss family owned the routes he thinks I stole. He wants to clear their name, restore their legacy, find heirs he doesn't know exist." I laughed, the sound bitter even to my own ears. "He doesn't know the best part, Catherine. He doesn't know there is a Voss heir. He doesn't know she's in his house, in his bed, solving his puzzles. He doesn't know that every secret he shares with her, every tru

And that someone used to be Shane Ryder until Clare claimed him as hers. That night was one of the worst ones I’ve ever experienced. So I push the thought to the back of my mind. Clare is still talking my ear off about how amazing everything looks when two girls walk towards us and I immediately want to run away. It’s Megan Rose and Eden Park, Clare Haistings friends. They both look absolutely amazing in their matching satin oval green dresses and strappy heels. They’ve always matched and I thought it was childish at first then I realized that Clare encourages it only because she looks like a main character when she’s with them.They are mean girls that Clare uses to hide behind in order to k

My eyes darkened as I glanced at my bare ring finger, relieved that I’d tossed the band away. “Oh… I didn’t mean to imply—” “I’m fine,” I said, forcing a smile. “Just tired from the flight. And this look? I’m getting rid of it today.” Olivia’s face brightened slightly. “I’m just glad you’re back. You came at the perfect time.” Her tone turned conspiratorial, her storyteller expression taking over. “Your stepmother is over the edge, parading herself as the mother of the new heiress to the Gomez fortune.”

---------- In the bustling city somewhere in America, Phoebe is seated inside the Starbucks quietly enjoying her coffee. "Have you heard? The Beischel's Heiress is actually the reason why the well known Nikholas Fairbourne suddenly disappeared." Phoebe was about to take a sip in her cappuccino when a woman's voice from the table behind her stopped her midway. With the mention of that familiar name, her heart actually beat erratically. "What do you mean?" another woman's voice. "Well, can you believe it? He was actually engaged with the young Beischel, but the heiress suddenly ran away. He must've been so heartbroken and humiliated that he hid from public." the first one once again gossiped.