The Perfect Heiress' Biggest Sin Novels & Stories

Selena’s POV Mrs. Ashford moved forward a step, her hand trembling at her side, like she wanted to slap me and knew she couldn’t. “You think your little victory with the Harringtons gives you power over us?” Theo said then, stepping forward. “You’re still an ex-convict. You’re nothing but a placeholder until the real heir steps up.” I turned my gaze to him slowly. “And who would that be, Theo? You?” I let out a cold laugh. “You couldn’t land the deal. I did. And it was my name they stamped on that contract.”

I was smiling when I left Azrael’s building. Even after all that — the unsettling opulence, his cryptic smirk, and the way his words coiled around me like chains made of silk — I was smiling. Because I had done it. I had the money. I could finally pay Heather back. I could finally unshackle Theo from her control. Even if I have sold my soul to the devil, it was all worth it if it would mean that I would help Theo.

And, watching them now, all I could think was; what kind of disaster would that combination create if they ever decided to reproduce? Then someone leaned forward, curiosity lighting her eyes. “But wait…if you’re that close with the Sinclairs, you must know the heiress personally?” Phina adjusted her posture, lifting her chin just slightly. “Of course I do,” she said smoothly. “Oh really? That’s amazing. I’ve been dying just to meet her once,” Kate said eagerly. “The Sinclair family is the second richest in the country, after the Vaughns. She’s like a ghost. Nobody even knows what she looks like.”

"Don't even think about it. Do you honestly believe you're worthy enough to catch his eye? Tsk tsk, he wouldn't spare a glance at your face." "Hey, watch your words! You're being unnecessarily mean," retorted one of the ladies, defending her friend. Everly Harrison, the young heiress of the esteemed Harrison family, was a spoilt brat who thought she could have any man she desired, confident in her own beauty and allure. Determined to make her move, she approached Aiden with a bold stride. She believed that no man could resist her charms. "Hello, Mr. Aiden," she greeted, extending her hand with a seductive smile.

He said that there is more toil. "What do you need from me?" Saint promised weakly. "We want your power! Your position! And your wealth. And Deus wants to know where the hell is the mafia heiress." Mafia Heiress? Savienna is the real mafia heiress. But I am still claiming it as me because that's what they thought too. "Okay, I got what I wanted. Now I need to erase you to keep your mouth shut." Because of what Saint said, I saw a strange fear that enveloped Gayle's entire being.

Before Her Heir. Sienna’s breath caught. “Her Heir,” she whispered. Harvey’s face paled. “No. No, Sienna, you don’t understand. It’s not just about the bloodline. It’s what you’re meant to do with it. You’re not just the heir... you are the one who will either break the curse or become its next victim.” Sienna looked at the journal again, her heart racing. The final words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain: Her Heir. Her destiny had just been laid bare before her, and she had no idea how to stop the storm that was about to break.

She had a displeased look at my father’s hesitation, but I knew her too well to think she would back down. “Ehm... sorry about that.” She smiled. “He can be very emotional, as am I,” she said. “But this is a happy day. Today, my husband and I declare Daisy Gomez, the only daughter of Eric and Mirela Gomez, the new heiress of—” “Why would you make such a declaration without consulting your first daughter?” I called out, stepping into the congregation fully. The crowd fell into stunned silence. All eyes turned to me as I walked down the aisle, flanked by Olivia and Matilda. Gasps and murmurs rippled through the congregation. Some clutched their pearls; others whispered my name in disbelief.

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.

“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.

the other woman trailed off, sneaking a glance in Suzanne’s direction. Another voice chimed in, smug and knowing. "He was too kind for his own good, taking in that orphan girl. Everyone knew she wasn’t suited for this world. It was only a matter of time before he realized it himself." "She has no pedigree, no refinement. Charles deserved better," another woman whispered, giggling behind her hand. "Sarah, on the other hand, fits perfectly. Just look at them." Suzanne’s fingers curled into fists. Her nails bit into her palms.