Novel & Cerita The Unseen Prodigy Heiress

He said. “She doesn’t spend money lavishly like you and always takes responsibility for her actions in this company unlike you who spends my money lavishly just because your dad is a billionaire.” He added. “Susan has two masters degrees in business administration and economics and handles the company’s affairs smoothly which you can never do.” “So don’t you ever compare yourself to her again is that clear?” He asked angrily.

"I don't lose. I triumph. You haven't really grasped the game you're playing yet." With a sudden, powerful presence, the prototype stepped forward. The sight of her gave Freda a shock of recognition and terror. The woman reflected all that she had been taught to be: strong, cold, and cunning. Unquestionably, they looked alike, but there was more to it than that: the strength Freda had never had, the one thing that would have been hers but for the deception and manipulation. The prototype's voice was calm, almost tranquil, as she declared, "I am the true heir." "Freda merely exists as a shadow. An error that was supposed to be fixed."

“Jesus, Belle. You okay? I saw them outside.” Annabelle’s pulse pounded in her ears. “They knew my name, Sofia. My real name.” Sofia came around the counter fast, grabbing her shoulders. “Hey, breathe. What the hell is going on?” Annabelle reached into her bag and pulled out a folded newspaper someone had shoved into her hands earlier. Her picture was on the front page: THE HIDDEN HEIRESS OF BLACKTHORNE EMPIRE. The subheading read: From Barista to Billion-Dollar Bloodline.

They had one week, a cryptic message, and a missing son. As they stepped into the emergency elevator, Alexander felt a strange, cold presence. He looked back at the ravaged living room, then his eyes snagged on something small, gleaming faintly amidst the scattered debris. It was a single, intricately carved chess piece. A black pawn. Its base was adorned with a tiny, almost imperceptible etching: the same stylized crest of The Genesis Council.

“I believe we have a winner. A winner that wasn’t me. Everyone cheered, my cheeks burned as I watched Selene gloat. Oh Goddess! How could I have underestimated her? It's obvious now that Selene was much more suitable than I had thought. I started to turn away, my head bowed in shame when I heard a sharp whisper by my side. “It's funny how you thought you could have ever won, Freya. Did you forget that you're nothing but a weak miserable omega?” Selene glared at me, her lips stretched into a cold smirk. I opened my mouth to say something…anything, but nothing came out. She was right. She has always been right. I was nothing but a failure. Even as the true alpha heiress, I couldn't compete aga

“This discovery could reshape the entire power structure of the region.” Sebastian nods slowly. “And the little servant in our house is the key.” Lucien turns back to the screen. He opens the Arden file again. Hayley’s hidden history stares back at him. The lost princess. The fallen Alpha heir. Now disguised as a servant. Living among wolves who could destroy her. Lucien whispers quietly. “So that’s your game.” Later that night, Lucien stands alone, staring at the file once more. His voice is barely a whisper. Soft.

Seraphina’s POV The jet was waiting on the tarmac when we arrived, sleek and quiet under the runway lights. I'd never seen a private jet this close, it was massive. I still couldn't believe I was now married to one of the wealthiest bachelors in New York city. Last week, I was feeding on bland overnight oats to survive, this week I was…Mrs. Kingsley. He'd called me that. I was half expecting someone to pinch me out of this unbelievable dream but that never came.

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“Only a qualified girl can be by your side-” “Believe me, she's more than qualified,” Liam grumbled. “Haley is the secret heiress of the DG Group. Is that what you wanted to hear? Are you satisfied?” However, the woman didn't look satisfied. She looked as if she'd lost her tongue. “That's the biggest joke of the century!” She scoffed. “How can this filthy girl with no background be an heiress-” “You can do your research.” Liam interrupted her. “And for the last time, Mum, leave Haley alone. I haven't changed my mind that I can choose her over you.”

“No. Why are you helping me?” “Oh! Well... Umm... Have you ever seen a perfect dress in the window glass that, to you, is everything… it is the most beautiful dress that you have ever seen, and there's nothing you would change about it because it fits you perfectly... but you are too broke to buy it, and all you can do is watch from the glass window why a rich woman tries to get it... Umm... This is a terrible example… What I am trying to say…” “You are the one standing outside the glass window, wanting me so desperately as Charles parades me around as his fiancé… Is that what you were trying to say?”