The Unexpected Heiress Choices Novels & Stories

He said. "I've been working my butt off for everyone all my life" "And It's time for me to step down and enjoy the rest of my life" I was so shocked. Don't tell me. "It's time to introduce the new successor of Madden Group of Hospitals and Madden Realty Group" No way. Not yet. "Let me introduce to you, my one and only heiress, the reason for all of my hard work. Soline Madden" My mouth dropped. I want to throw tantrums at dad but everyone is looking at me including the men I slept with.

Luckily, she wasn’t there to be involved in any matter, thanks to Antony’s interruption, of course. Crystal could clearly recognize the maidens left in this round. Lylia Evergreen, heiress of a famous magazine printing company. Nothing too special but, at least her character seemed clean from what Crystal has observed. Denise Imperial, heiress of a vast chain of restaurants in the country. Same with Lylia, her character holds no mischief. Mylene Haravina, daughter of a famous fashion designer that is widely known across countries. This one was shy based from Crystal’s observation.

So they were fully aware of the fact that I had concealed my identity to approach Zac. The chat quickly erupted with complaints: “A Quinn family illegitimate daughter calling herself an heiress? Seriously?” I corrected them: “Not an illegitimate daughter—she’s his niece, and there’s no blood relation.” The chat went silent for a moment before replies started flooding in. “A mistress acting this bold? Just watch me expose everything about her.” “The Mason heir is still the better option! He’s from a prestigious family, polite, humble, and miles ahead of that arrogant Zac Quinn!”

It was Julian. "Evelyn," his voice came through, cold and commanding. "Meet me in the lounge. We are celebrating our victory with a highly public, highly visible brunch. And wear the dress. The emerald one." I nodded, even though he couldn't see me. I would wear the gown. I would play the role. I was the dutiful wife, the brilliant hacker, and the keeper of the accidental heir. But how long could I play the part of the victor before Julian realized he was the one who had truly lost control?

He declared in a deep voice and Cara lowered her head, wiping a lone tear that trickled down her cheek. “You’ve only one choice. Submit to me!” As he spoke, she felt a shiver run down her spine at the deep resonance of his voice. Cara lifted her gaze to him, and her gloomy hazel eyes met with intriguing grey eyes. *** Where would this forbidden relationship take them? What led the heiress of the most powerful business empire to live under the identity of a deceased girl? Will the hidden heiress ever regain her rightful identity? Who will be Cara’s savior?

He asked, looking at me from head to toe and focusing on the neckline of my blouse, making me roll my eyes. I move closer to him, glaring at him. "I am the Montanari heiress, this chair is mine!" I speak a little lower, but firm and serious. "And I am your future husband and I would have to take over the company". Seriously spoken. "But don't worry, I can make you secretary. You'll be great to work with". Speaks mischievously, licking his lips as he looks down at my cleavage again. I roll my eyes and walk over to his side, controlling myself so I don't end up committing murder.

Five years later The large door opened and a woman in her late twenties walked in. Elegant, beautiful, majestic were the best words to describe her as she carried herself with supreme grace to her seat that was resting at the center of the room. Her eyes shone with nothing but dullness, and her appearance was strict and reserved in a professional manner. All the eyes of the men in the room brighten in interest and the women with admiration and jealousy. But none of it meant anything to the high level lady in her majestic elegant royal blue suit. She is none other than Bianca McKenzie, the unknown heiress of the Josh who claimed the position of the McKenzie Empire after her grandpa willingly

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"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..."

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.