The Unexpected Heiress Choices Novels & Stories

"Dad—" "Let me finish," he said gently. "I need you to promise me something, and I need to hear you say it, while I can still hear you say it properly." He held her gaze, his grip on her hand weaker now but no less certain than it had ever been. "Keep choosing correctly. Even when it costs you considerably more than two hundred million dollars. Even when nobody's watching, and nobody would ever know if you chose the easier thing instead. That's the entire inheritance, Wren. Not the archive. Not the network. Just that — choosing correctly, over and over, specifically because it's harder, until it isn't your choice to make anymore either, and you're the one teaching somebody else exactly how t

Then she looked at Kael. Kael was looking at her. For the first time all night, his expression wasn't bored or mocking. It was predatory. He raised his glass slightly in a mock toast, his eyes narrowing. The game has begun, his look said. Two hours later, the gala had turned into a frenzy of speculation. Riley had escaped to the rooftop garden, desperate for fresh air. The cool night wind bit at her skin, but it was better than the suffocating atmosphere inside. "Heir," a voice came from behind her. "Who would have thought the old man had it in him?"

With one turn and a glance at the mirror I left for the event with little or no expectations of the outcome I had arrived at the event centre with my black Rolls-Royce Phantom. My driver had pulled up at the entrance. I could feel the shift of the atmosphere as my car pulled up into the event. Series of cars had pulled up at the entrance with influential figures in the society stepping out as they made their way through the red carpet to the entrance of the event as cameras clicking sounds filled the air but my arrival felt different.

He truly intended to ignore her for a good while and just sat back in his armchair. "Interesting, both friends hiding things. One is a hired assassin, making a lot of money but living an ordinary life. The other is an almost trillionaire heiress pretending to be poor. What other secrets does she have? Zany Bay seems to be helping, I don't doubt that." In her room, Elizabeth was surprised when she saw Gaby arrive. She could hardly believe she could receive a visitor, but Richard had been clear; she just couldn't leave the mansion, yet she was on the verge of a breakdown in her room as she told Gaby everything she had discovered.

His wife, on the other hand… He hoped his wife was a quiet, docile, and gentle woman. She did not need to know much about work because she could simply run the household and quietly support whatever he did. Although he could not give her love, he would provide her with respect and material things. He ordered an investigation into all the unmarried heiresses in the city. In the end, he chose Sierra. Sierra had a good reputation for being gentle, sweet, and kind. She was not arrogant like other heiresses.

" He said and walked away hastily, leaving me to regret my outburst. Why did I have to say that? It was none of my business. *** It was time for the party, and I stared at my dress laying on the bed. A black corset gown, embroidered with pearls. It felt odd. Dressing up after all that time. It wasn't for him. I wasn't dressing up for Zayn. I tried hard to convince myself that I wasn't. He got me the dress and suggested the whole dating and party thing. I was just playing along, right? "It isn't real, Cielle... This is all a game, a plot to get back what was taken away from you." I muttered to myself as I took off my bathrobe.

, he began and that was all it took to cease all my thoughts. I let out a humourless chuckle, “Re-marry you mean?” My heart gave a painful tug and I hoped the pain wasn’t visible on my face. He pointedly ignored my jab and continued, “That woman you saw today ー Grace. She is an heiress and one of the prospective candidates. I couldn’t help but snort, “What? Is this some kind of contest?” He shot me a look, “Aunt has chosen them”. Oh, that absolute monster of a woman. Never had she seen me as someone who deserved Dominic’s affection. I nodded anyway, not choosing to comment on her.

A friend beside Alvis happened to glance outside and quickly said, “Why is Mr. Witterson here? What’s going on? Is that girl really the heiress?” Those who had been sitting calmly on the sofa immediately stood up, looking outside in surprise. They did not expect such a turn of events, nor did they think the matter would become so serious. After all, they thought she was just a random girl. Even if something happened, they could easily handle it. Unexpectedly, the situation was more complicated than they had imagined. This girl’s identity was clearly extraordinary.

Prominently highlighted was Article VII, Clause Delta. The figure continued, "However the Council is not without… leniency. A path to redemption exists. You have one week, Alexander Sterling, to fix this breach. You will present yourself before the Council.. You will bring the true heir. The one who can uphold the covenant. The child of the Sterling bloodline. Ready to serve." The woman with the gavel brought it down with a thud. Alexander stared at the screen horrified. The true heir. They didn’t just want his company; they wanted Leo. His son, who was currently undergoing tests for a heart condition was now a pawn in a generations-old game.

There was something odd about him, but I couldn't place my hand on it yet. “He's one of the best men to have on your team.” Drew added, Next was a woman with piercing sky blue eyes. Her hair was cut in a bob, and there were no wrinkles around her eyes. I noted that. She wasn't one to smile often. “Vivian Moreau from Moreau and partners. I specialize in probate disputes, inheritance fraud, and forensic will challenges. I am also here because I know what it means to be an heiress.” I smiled at her, “thank you.”