The Perfect Heiress: It's My Turn To Claim Everything Mga Nobela at Kwento

" 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?

Her range boils as her sight pins towards the person she hated more than anyone and anything who ruin her perfect string of life. “Goodmorning, everyone!” With that familiar voice and cheer from the bliss of the one who holds the same fame as her. To the grace of perfect she, to the other who’s the heiress, no one can defy, and the 2nd in command and a natural genius in every way, and the man she forever wants, yet only had the eyes on her.

Big time. He took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "You're an heiress to one of the most powerful companies in Canada," he said, his tone shaking with frustration. "Do you even realize who you are? This life you’re living, it isn’t worth it. You don’t have to put up with him. You don’t owe him anything."

It was a tiny sound, I savored it. “What did you do?” Alex’s voice was low, dangerous. “Do? I didn’t do anything. She came to me. She finally saw the truth. She realized who’s actually been there for her. Who values her.” I took another bite. “It’s a beautiful thing, Alex. Realization. I wish you could have seen her face. So full of… promise. For us.” “You’re lying.” “Am I?” I laughed, a light, cruel sound. “Ask her. Better yet, wait. You’ll see for yourself very soon. She’s… she’s everything I ever wanted. And tomorrow, it all becomes official. She’s planning something special. She wants no more secrets.”

It was just slow suicide, and I'd always been too stubborn to do anything slowly. The house was still standing, mostly. That seemed like a small miracle until I realized it was standing precisely because nothing had considered it important enough to completely destroy. The creatures had passed through, taken what they wanted, or what they thought they wanted—and moved on to easier prey. My mother's scream had probably been the last thing of value in the house as far as they were concerned. I didn't bother to go and look for them, both my stepfather or mother. Some part of me already knew what I would find, and I wasn't ready to make that knowledge real.

Confusion swarmed in Greg's eyes as he held on to her fragile body. “I did some digging, Greg. About Megan. About who she really is.” Greg froze, his mind reeling with disbelief. “What do you mean?” he asked for the hundredth time. Elizabeth took a deep breath, her hands trembling as she reached for her phone. “I found something. Something that might explain everything.” With trembling hands, she handed Greg her phone, the screen displaying a headline that made his blood run cold: “New York's Youngest Heiress Revealed: Margaret Song.”

Then he exclaimed, “Fifty million going once? Fifty million going twice, fifty million going thrice!- Congratulations! This pretty lady in a silver dress will now be the possessor of this set of jewelry.” Many people had joined the bidding, but only one winner emerged. No one could believe their eyes or ears, especially Lucas Harrison and the girl sitting beside him who looked ghastly pale. “No way! She can't afford that money.” “But she just did! Who exactly is she?” “Oh, she's Heidi. Heidi Olsen. How could they think that they could contend with the wealthiest heiress in Phoenix City?” The man who spoke was the same middle-aged man who just uncovered Heidi's identity.

He thought that I would want to live a different life style. Unfortunately for him he was wrong. My mother was able to finally convince me that I was meant to be in power. I was the true heiress of the company and I couldn't allow any man to take what was mine. I didn't need to have a fun and fulfilling childhood as long as I had the company.

"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..."

For her eighteenth birthday, Alicia received a private estate. At eighteen, I was washing dishes in a greasy kitchen sink, my hands raw from labor, scrubbing my way to fund Dominic's critical final year of high school. "She used to call herself a little princess," he said, momentarily lost in the memory. "So the house was designed to resemble a castle." He smiled faintly, but the second his eyes landed on me, the coldness returned. "Since you've chosen to come back," he said coolly, "as the future heiress of the Rodney family, I have a few things to make clear."