The Unbeatable Heiress Comes Back Novels & Stories

I must say the unmerited position really suits her but too bad, it won't last because soon I'll be back. I came across a waterfall and I was hypnotized instantly. The view is so beautiful because beautiful green grasses, flowers, and plant trees were used to beautify the waterfall. The view is to die for, I mean people would pay millions just to take a picture. I've always watched the Kuwaiti Group of companies on the news, they are crazily wealthy that I never knew that the love of my life was actually the heir, and all this while he watched me admire his family and said nothing to me, he was so humble that he took in all the insults my family threw at him, when in reverse he's the true gem

Ignoring the older woman's tirade, she shakes her head. It was a whim to have approached them, but she felt they needed to hear her mind. "No matter what victory you achieved today, you can't deny the fact that I'm capable of stealing from you. The famous heiress was once beaten by just a commoner. Don't ever forget that I stole your man. You're such a loser who just got lucky" Alice mockingly sneered while glancing at Justin beside her.

She had survived her first day—not as a visitor, not as an outsider—but as a rightful Hartwell. As she left the headquarters with Alexander and Julian, she glanced back at the skyscraper, sunlight reflecting off its glass like a crown. The road ahead would be challenging, but she was no longer afraid. She was Elena Hartwell. She was the heiress. And the world, for better or worse, was watching her every step.

"That's my Queen. Drink your coffee. We have a war to plan." As we sat there, huddled over the glowing screens, the distance between us vanished. We weren't just two billionaires making a deal. We were two predators protecting our territory. And Julian Vance was about to find out exactly what happens when you try to steal from a woman who has already seen the end of the world and decided she wasn't ready to die.

I wanted to call out for help, but a part of me suspected I might be kidnapped, and alerting whoever was holding me might not be the best idea. I slipped on my slippers and stood up, feeling a bit dizzy. My head throbbed, but I managed to move forward. I gripped my hairpin tightly, using it as a makeshift defense. As I stepped out of the room, I took in the grandeur of the mansion. It was huge, even bigger than mine, and beautifully decorated. The walls were painted white, and the hallway was adorned with various art pieces. The opulence suggested that my kidnapper was wealthy, which made me wonder what their motives were because it was clear that they don't need money from me.

With flawless makeup on, I looked straight into the camera and calmly said, "Yes, I'm Cindy, the so-called arrogant and domineering heiress who beat her two brothers and cut ties with her biological father. "For those who want to criticize me, this livestream is open. Just for today, nobody will be banned for anything they say."

"Oh, Grandma, I don't want to take anything from anyone. I never asked for any of this." "Of course you didn't, sweet child," Abigail purrs. "That's what makes you so deserving. You have grace, humility, proper breeding. Everything a true heiress should possess." I notice the way servants place elaborate dishes in front of everyone else but hesitate near me. The food looks exquisite, perfectly prepared, yet I don't reach for anything. My hands remain in my lap, my posture perfect and my expression serene. Vivienne doesn't bother with subtlety.

This woman who last week stood in a ballroom and let herself be publicly reduced to nothing is sitting in my kitchen three days into a contract marriage and asking to see the evidence of her betrayal because she needs to understand all of it before she can plan anything. She is going to be, I think, considerably more dangerous than anyone in the Blackwood family has yet understood. The realization is inconveniently warm.

She couldn’t wait for that day to come. She would make sure to give him a show he never forget and made sure that he wouldn’t be able to sleep well again from that point on. Wanted to kill her? Well she resurrected from death and no one could stop her. No one.

The rest had barricaded themselves in one of the lower towers and waited for rescue that never came. There were three of them left alive. Two women and a man, all bearing the marks of the attack—burn scars, wounds that had been hastily treated and were starting to show signs of infection. Their eyes were hollow in a way that suggested they'd witnessed things that human minds weren't supposed to see. The older woman's name was Captain Solace. She had close-cropped gray hair and a bearing that suggested she'd spent her entire life trying to hold things together. Even now, even in this catastrophe, she was trying.