The Unseen Prodigy Heiress Novels & Stories

Selena’s POV Mrs. Ashford moved forward a step, her hand trembling at her side, like she wanted to slap me and knew she couldn’t. “You think your little victory with the Harringtons gives you power over us?” Theo said then, stepping forward. “You’re still an ex-convict. You’re nothing but a placeholder until the real heir steps up.” I turned my gaze to him slowly. “And who would that be, Theo? You?” I let out a cold laugh. “You couldn’t land the deal. I did. And it was my name they stamped on that contract.”

As I stepped out of the limousine,Richard guided me into the house. It was so beautiful. I never imagined myself being the daughter of a billionaire. If my parents had not “disposed” me away; I would have lived the best life I would have lived. I would not have even gotten the job of being Leonard’s Secretary or even getting married to the bastard. After this thought, I was having I had to let go of them and concentrate on what I came there to do. I came to confront the woman who had claimed to be my mother. Richard opened the door to a very large room. As he opened the door,I saw a lady in her middle age sitting in a wheelchair facing the window which could not make me look at her face.

And with that, he was gone, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I just sat there for a long time, replaying everything the professor had said. Kieran, a prince? An Alpha heir? It didn’t seem real. Why didn't he tell me? Why had he kept this part of himself hidden?

The rest of the audience seemed so caught up in the moment, but for them, something just didn’t feel right. “W-what’s going on? I thought you said she’s an orphan?” Agnes stuttered, her hands shaking as she couldn’t tear her eyes away from Celene, who was giving a speech on the stage. She couldn’t even concentrate on the words coming out of Celene’s mouth because she was still trying to process the fact that she was the heiress of the Salvatore Group.

She donned a hat and mask to conceal her identity. “Mr. Raymond!” She called out, her fingers loosely wrapped around her glass cup of wine. “Has Allison been disqualified?” She asked. Raymond took a sip of his wine. “You should be calm dear. The requirements have been changed. She'd need a recommendation from an influential person to participate.” A smirk plastered on his face. “Do you think your sister would be able to get a recommendation?” Bella let out a sigh of relief, “she would never be able to get one, she's just a nobody.”

Before Her Heir. Sienna’s breath caught. “Her Heir,” she whispered. Harvey’s face paled. “No. No, Sienna, you don’t understand. It’s not just about the bloodline. It’s what you’re meant to do with it. You’re not just the heir... you are the one who will either break the curse or become its next victim.” Sienna looked at the journal again, her heart racing. The final words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain: Her Heir. Her destiny had just been laid bare before her, and she had no idea how to stop the storm that was about to break.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐭-𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐀𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐭 The liquid manifestation of the Heiress did not hold a stable shape. It rippled and tore like dark satin under a heavy wind, her amethyst-tinted visage stretched into jagged, geometric angles before snapping back into the cruel, youthful likeness of Helen Vance.

I tapped gently on my phone. “ That video of yours could contain lies. It must be an AI-generated video!” Jason screamed trying to rush at me to grab the phone. "That won't be necessary. My Eva would never lie about such a thing." Everyone turned. An elegant woman walked through the crowd. She was in her sixties with silver hair pulled into a slicked bun. She wore a simple black dress from my first collection. Elizabeth Harrington. My mentor. My friend. The woman who bought my first design for three thousand dollars when I was struggling walked towards us.

Known for a multitude of infamous deeds, we held dominion over numerous smaller groups as well as having a strong hold over their activities. My parents, being staunch believers of tradition, upheld the age-long belief that only male children could ascend as the Heir apparent, sentencing me to a life concealed from the spotlight. Being raised in a Mafia household, as a female wasn’t easy, it was even worse knowing you had only one reason for being alive, one function. It was my assigned duty to protect my brother with my life.

Compared to having his lover by his side, he would much rather have his company! [Such a pity for Harmonia. She was already dumped by Absalom. After she got together with a new sugar daddy, Hector dumped her too!] [Someone took her in, didn’t they? We just don’t know who bought Marshtown Studio yet. Do you girls have any news?] [Could it be the mysterious heir of the billion-dollar fortune? I heard that the heir has suddenly shown up and claimed it despite having been gone for nine whole years.] [The heir is actually an heiress who owns a Lamborghini! She wore sunglasses, a baseball cap, and a mask. She’s really mysterious!]