The Unseen Prodigy Heiress Novels & Stories

“Do you really have to go? Why?” Heaving a sigh, Steffy looked at her sincerely. “I can’t explain everything but the truth is, I am an heiress, and I have responsibilities. And one of these responsibilities is—it’s all that I can say to you, Marie Joyce. You really shouldn’t be involved.” “You are an heiress? What does that mean?” Marie pressed on. “I can’t really tell you.” Marie felt her chest tightening and her stomach flipping. ‘Of course, you won’t tell.’ She sank to her chair while she unmindfully tugged and twisted the tips of her curls.

I continued, “Later, during the harshest of the trials, a rabid bear charged at the ‘prodigy.’ It was the neglected daughter who threw herself in front of her sister, taking the full force of the attack. Her wounds were deep enough to show bone. But the victor’s crest, the roaring applause… it all went to the ‘prodigy,’ who didn’t have a scratch on her.” I didn’t use any names. But the Northern Trials, the Royal Academy, the Lunar Elixir—the details were too specific. It was the same as naming them. I paused and concluded, “Finally. The neglected daughter discovered that brute force doesn’t solve everything. In an age where we must hide in the human world, strategy and intellect are sharper

Delilah questioned, her confusion mirroring Visenya's own. Visenya couldn't recall Lazarus and Sebastian having a daughter, adding to her perplexity. "Ahh...here she is, our little Dark Heiress," Sebastian exclaimed, a hint of pride in his voice. "Emperor Lucian, surely you remember our daughter, don't you?" Visenya couldn't help but be intrigued by the mention of a daughter she had never known existed. Her eyes widened in shock as she locked gazes with the woman before her, who returned her gaze with sympathetic eyes.

Except Lorenzo wasn’t watching the tourists. He was watching one girl. On the third screen, a young woman with long black hair stepped out of a café, carrying a small brown bag. She wore a simple dress and large sunglasses. She moved with elegance, with calm confidence — unaware she was being watched. Isadora Sinclair. The stolen heiress. The girl who lived a life that was never hers, yet should have belonged to him.

She didn't understand that, in my world, invisibility is a luxury she lost the moment I let my tongue travel across her skin. She didn’t know it, but our "chance" encounter was the climax of a long-term siege. I knew exactly where she would go when her world fell apart, and I was there—a shadow in the corner of the bar—watching the Sterling heiress crumble under the weight of a betrayal I had seen coming from miles away. I knew exactly who she was. I knew her father, that coward who called himself a businessman, had dug his own financial grave by betting what he didn't have.

MAX POV The crowd's applause thundered around me, but I could only stand frozen, staring at her. She was stunning. Her beauty was captivating but intimidating, wrapped in an air of untouchable grace. Her long, dark hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, and her gown was like liquid gold under the light. I couldn’t stop looking at her. Something about her drew me in, a magnetism that defied explanation but I knew it wasn't love… It was power, fame and wealth that made me want to be close to her.

"They can't be the same person. The King family's heiress is a genius with many degrees and a high GPA of 7.5. I heard that she started a company on her own without using her family's connections or any funding," Jessica continued to say. She was actually testing him.

he says, full of himself. I nod and reply calmly, “I don’t care… please,” and try to pass again, but he blocks me a second time. “You must be doing this because you don’t know me. I’m the heir of Quill Legacy Company!” he boasts. He just makes it worse. I have no idea what Quill Legacy is. “Does a company like that even exist? Wow, I don’t know, and I don’t care,” I say, brushing him off. His face twists in anger. “What? Did you just say you don’t know Quill Legacy? Are you ridiculing us?”

“Bro, remember the Voice of the Night we saw yesterday? Guess whose car that was?” Hindi man lang siya nilingon ni Gabe. “Definitely not yours.” “Exactly! It’s Luna’s the Valencia heiress herself!” Saglit na natahimik si Gabe. Naalala niya ang maliit na batang babaeng minsang naghatid kay Miguel noon sa eskwela, maliit, masayahin, at palaging may dala-dalang candy. Ngayon, nineteen na, confident, successful, at muli nilang makakasama.

If she was right… She had just stumbled across the greatest secret she’d ever uncovered. A cold shadow stretched across the papers. Before she could react… A polished black shoe stepped into her field of vision. The air in the room seemed to drop several degrees. Daniela’s stomach lurched. She hadn’t heard anyone enter. She hadn’t sensed a heartbeat. Nothing. Her fingers tightened around the papers as she slowly stood. She still couldn’t bring herself to lift her head. Instead, she quietly slipped the hidden document back into the stack exactly where she’d found it before placing everything neatly on the desk.