Novel & Cerita The True Heiress

“That’s not what happened. If what you say is true, if the will was falsified, then why all the conditions? Why come and live with us, why not take it all in a heartbeat?” Maria narrows her eyes at me, looking victorious, like she knows all the secrets of the world. “Why not? They needed time to pin it all on you, didn’t they? To make you look like the villain right when you let your guard down the second you invited her in your bed. And with you gone, she becomes the only heir to the riches.” “And give them all to someone else?” “Just think about it. Who in their right mind travel half the world on a promise of an inheritance that might not even exist?”

Vessara stopped a few steps away. "Surprised?" "You..." Hans looked around the room, then back at her. "You did this?" Vessara's expression remained calm. "Yes." Hans let out a disbelieving laugh. "You're a Barclay heiress. You don't have the authority to launch an operation across several jurisdictions." Vessara tilted her head slightly. "Is that what you think?" Hans's smile faded. She took a step toward him, her expression calm.

"That's enough!" Derek suddenly yelled, glaring at me with pure contempt. "Let me tell you the truth—I'm the heir of the Astor family. When my parents get here tomorrow, forget a few dozen—I could give you hundreds! Thousands! You're nothing but a pathetic loser. Who are you to humiliate me?" With that, he shoved past me and ran out. Estelle's face darkened as she snapped at me, "Happy now? You really did hit your head. Now nobody's happy. Just pack your things and come with me!"

I stared at it for three seconds. "Take it all down," I said to my assistant. Everything. In 20 minutes, the office was bare. White walls. The desk, chairs everything was taken out. I wanted to change it into something that was more fitting for a battlefield. Because the line was just drawn and many people were waiting to see what this real heiress that just bought over her father's company was capable of. I called Sophia. "Mom, send me the Paris office designer. Now." By 1 PM, the office was black and white. Glass desk. No family photos. Just one map Weston Enterprises branches, all the ones I now owned. And a whiteboard with one line:

My mother had never learned to hide things from anyone but me. The locked drawer held one thick folder, and a name was typed across its label. Seraphina. Beneath it, in my mother's small, neat hand, was a date almost two years before I met the woman I married. I opened it standing up, and the first page was a private investigator's report, stamped and signed. It said that the missing Sterling heir had been located, a young woman of twenty two raised in an orphanage under the name Sera Lin, working nights at a bakery, unaware of her own family.

I have a bad habit. I always say I’ll do something, but whether I actually follow through is another story. When I was eight, my adoptive father stole an e-bike and told me to keep watch. I patted my chest confidently. “Don’t worry. If anyone comes, I’ll tell you!” Then I squatted by the curb and got distracted watching a trail of ants. Twenty minutes later, my adoptive father was hauled away in a police car, along with the stolen battery. Later, I was kidnapped. The trafficker told me to sit still and keep quiet. I nodded eagerly. “Okay, sir!” Then I rolled down the window and waved at everyone outside. “Hi! My uncle told me not to make any noise!” By the time we’d driven three bl

Plans on how to get acquitted with the person into winning favouritism would be the next thing on their minds. Through the spotlight in the gathering of hundreds of elites, a lady emerged and sauntered through the crowd in elegance with her every step exuding confidence and allure. A hush fell over the room as a spotlight illuminated the figure gracefully making her way toward the centre stage, Heads turned collectively to catch the shock that first occurred to them. 'The heir was a female?!' They all wondered. "I hereby announce Zoe Oliver, the only surviving granddaughter of Sinclair Francis, as the new heiress to the corporation."

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.

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

All of my life I have built as Valerie Damer is now gone and I have no intention of going back. I do not like being an heir to my father’s throne but if the reason why Theo had done this to me was because of money then I will show him just pathetic he is. I will make him regret and there will be no going back for him. I will destroy their lives little by little, and I will not stop until I am satisfied.