The Unbeatable Heiress Comes Back Novels & Stories

Why did it gnaw at me, as if Damien’s touch had somehow marked her, stained her, claimed her? My grip on the paper tightened slightly, and I forced myself to exhale, shoving the thought away. My eyes drifted back to the paper, scanning the details Roman had managed to dig up. Most of it was vague, frustratingly incomplete, but then my gaze landed on her full name. Aurora Williams. My breath hitched. Williams. The youngest heiress to the Williams family? And the famous doctor whom everyone spoke about? I stared at the name. The Williams family wasn’t just wealthy—they were untouchable. Titans in the business world, their empire spread across industries and continents. Their name was synonymou

The cheers continued as Raven frees herself from the heiress's grip, she tripped her leg and the heiress fell to the ground, what continued was a series of attacks, even when the heiress hit her , Raven didn't stop attacking until the latter admitted defeat. " The eldest miss of the Smith family wins" Once again, an heiress from Green city had defeated someone from Havilah. " That was great, I knew you were going to win" Meek said quietly immediately Raven stepped down. " Thank you, know it all, why don't you predict the winner of the next fight" " Are you sure, if I guess correctly, you owe me a gift" Raven nodded " Alright, just guess it correctly" The two heiresses were from Havilah city,

" I responded calmly. "And as for not killing Ashley and that fool Ethan, I'm doing things her way just to get what I want. If she gets her child and empire back, I will get what I want and will finally get rid of all of them." I asserted standing up for the chair. "Now please, spare me the questions. I have a terrible headache already." I dismissed, walking towards the staircase. I returned to her room to find Cielle alone. Her head bowed as she was playing with her fingers.

she hissed. But Alaya didn’t even blink. She turned to Malik. “Make sure they’re gone,” she said. “I want it emptied out before the ink dries.” Malik looked at her — surprised, impressed, maybe even a little wary — and nodded once. Alaya turned and walked out of the room, back straight, chin high. The girl they thought was broken? Humiliated? She just walked out the door as the new queen of the Westwood empire.

Before I could look up at him, he was gone. Leaving me with the dying reporter. “Stay still I'm going to call for help." I said quickly. She looked at me, recognition dawning even through pain. “It was you,” she whispered hoarsely. My world tilted. “You’re the Carter heiress.”

in their world? ​I stared at my father’s face on the screen. He wanted to make up for twenty years of absence? Fine. I would let him. I wouldn't just be the girl who ran away. I would become the woman they could never reach, even if they spent the rest of their lives trying. ​The Becketts thought they were the pinnacle of the world. They had no idea that the "invisible hands" they had insulted tonight belonged to the heiress of an empire that could buy and sell their precious manor without blinking.

Another asked I couldn’t care less for the heiress, just as far as I get to see Abigail everyday, it was fine but it is a valid question ‘Where is the heiress?’ I pondered. “She is Venice..the new subsidiaries and branches have taken over by her, she’ll be back very soon, in a month’s time” she answered as smoothly as possible “Any questions?” She asked “But that’s after the launch” another said. “Yes..that is a statement, not a question” she said sternly “Since there are No questions, mr Forest” she turned to me. “Let’s go” she ordered. I couldn’t help but follow immediately like she was my employer. Since when did she get this authoritative, it felt good.

"You know, Gina, no matter how much money you have, you still don’t fit the position of an heiress." I tilted my head. "Oh? And why is that?" "Because," Julian said, stepping closer, "an heiress should be graceful. Elegant. Refined. Not a power-hungry woman who’s desperate to prove something." I chuckled, shaking my head. "Ah, Julian. Still bitter, I see. Let me guess—you thought you’d seen the last of me?" He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "I was hoping." "Well, sorry to disappoint you," I said, feigning sympathy. "But as you can see, I’m very much alive. And unlike you, I don’t need anyone’s approval to be where I am."