The Unbeatable Heiress Comes Back 소설 & 이야기

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

Then she noticed the smile on my face, “maybe he... “ I didn't let her finish, “How is the media handling the Heiress’s disappearance?” “Uhm about that,” she continued, “Grace is still the prime suspect in the heiress's kidnapping.” Her face turned into a smile, “And obviously… no one knows you're both the Thorne Heiress and Morgana.” Interesting. “So the public feels the Thorne Heiress is still missing,” she added. Good. Let them think that. “And how's the preparation for the party?” I asked

she whispered and he smiled, a smug and satisfied look. “You would really get them back for me?” Adrian asked her and she shrugged. “I love you, it is the least I can do. I will make sure they pay,” she muttered and he nodded, he didn’t doubt her for a second. She was almost as sinister as he, if he got the story right, rumors had circulated that she had climbed a friend to obtain the little stardom and position in society she had. Cassandra Monroe, soon to be Hales, was the queen of sabotage here and he didn’t doubt her if she said she would get them back.

"She’s intelligent. Dangerously intelligent. She played the long game before she ever revealed her true name." ​For the first time since the crisis began, Richard Blackwood felt a thrill. ​"I’ve spent my entire life crushing spoiled, entitled heirs," he soliloquized, walking back to the window. "They inherit billions, they get lazy, and they make predictable mistakes. But this one... she built an armor before she ever stepped onto the battlefield. I like that." ​The board members exchanged uneasy glances. With Richard, a compliment was merely the prologue to an execution.

This time, he didn’t even bother to respond. A few days later, an online mini-series titled “Love in the World of the Elite” suddenly went viral. The plot revolved around the heir of a real estate empire who was rescued from a car accident by a humble young woman. Love blossomed between the two. However, the female lead’s modest background made her an unfit match, and the male lead’s wealthy family vehemently opposed the relationship. After overcoming countless obstacles, the couple finally broke free of societal expectations and found their happily ever after.

“Hardly. I came to remind you that you don’t own this space; you don’t own this city. Tonight, the spotlight isn’t just yours.” With that, I turned my gaze to Gabriella, who took a small step back, observing me with equal parts disdain and intrigue. “Congratulations on your new partnership,” I said, my openness a strategic mask for the confidence bubbling beneath. “Though we all know you’re merely a pawn in Andre’s elaborate chess game.” Gasps spread through the attendees at my audacity, their eyes darting between the three of us, hungry for the unfolding drama. Gabriella lifted her chin, an unmistakable defiance glimmering in her icy gaze. “And you must be the runaway heiress who’s chosen t

I mocked her. “How did you hear about this auction? It was struck by invitation,” she boosted. “You seem to have forgotten I'm an heiress now or did you lose your memory like you lost today?” I mocked her even more. “You think you have won just because of today or because you have mummy and daddy's money backing you,” she said, “but remember it was I that brought it all crashing down the last time and I can still do the same again,” she continued not playing with her words.

***Three hours ago*** The celebration was going on in the Mendoza mansion. Claire was back. She was still healing, still planning to clear her name from the mess, and still plotting her revenge against Parsons and Rowlands. Though she was back and the media wanted answers, nobody could come close to her as she was under Carlos's watch. Their mansion was full of people they trusted. Ricardos and Mendozas celebrated her arrival as if it were some festival, not caring about anything in the world. Evangelina, Juliana, and Claire danced in the middle of the living room while everyone else clicked their glasses.