Novel & Cerita To Catch An Heiress

There are many reasons for eligible high-society women to try their hand at catching Bien Akihiro Castaneda Agpalza in their matrimonial hooks. However, only one reason matters the most for almost all of them… The once-in-a-lifetime chance to marry the sole heir of the Castaneda Enterprises and all the fame and fortune attached to it. And now, they have been given an opportunity to make this happen.

She had a displeased look at my father’s hesitation, but I knew her too well to think she would back down. “Ehm... sorry about that.” She smiled. “He can be very emotional, as am I,” she said. “But this is a happy day. Today, my husband and I declare Daisy Gomez, the only daughter of Eric and Mirela Gomez, the new heiress of—” “Why would you make such a declaration without consulting your first daughter?” I called out, stepping into the congregation fully. The crowd fell into stunned silence. All eyes turned to me as I walked down the aisle, flanked by Olivia and Matilda. Gasps and murmurs rippled through the congregation. Some clutched their pearls; others whispered my name in disbelief.

She couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding as he began to speak. "I hope you all have enjoyed this gathering," Hao Xiang begins, his eyes sweeping across the room. "Today is indeed a special day, as it marks the beginning of a new chapter for our family. My lovely grandchild Sarah, and my heiress is here." Cynthia clearly shows irritation with the word “heiress,” so she leans over to whisper to her daughter Arlene. Their hushed voices were barely audible, but Sarah could sense a mixture of excitement and curiosity in their demeanor.

He didn't just want a girl to possess anymore; he was looking for an heir. ​And a Titan doesn't just ask for what belongs to him. He takes it. I tightened my grip on my bag, my eyes hardening. Let him search. Let him tear the country apart. By the time he finds us, he’ll realize that I’m not the runaway waitress he can intimidate. I’m an heiress now, and I’m ready to protect my son from the very man who gave him his eyes. The vehicle pulled into the driveway of my parents’ modest home, and the sudden quiet was almost as jarring as the noise of the terminal. Here, the air was still, heavy with the scent of sampaguita and rain-dampened earth.

Chapter 10: The Rewrite Begins The flashing red lights of the police cars bounced off the penthouse ceiling. They cast shadows on the walls. Avery stood by the glass window watching the police take Silas away into the Manhattan night. The silence that was left behind was really loud. She turned her gaze back to the computer terminal. The screen still showed a prompt waiting for her to accept her role as the heiress. "You want a tragedy?" she said to the room. Her fingers hovered over the glowing keys. "Then you shouldn't have given the story to a writer."

Like she couldn’t breathe properly. “Elara?” That voice Her heart skipped. She turned quickly. “Ryan…” For a second, relief flashed across her face. Finally. Someone on her side. Ryan walked toward her, dressed in a neat black suit, his usual confident smile on his face. He looked her up and down, then smirked slightly. “Where’s my heiress?” he said playfully. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” The word hit differently now. Heiress. Elara forced a small smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Ryan, I”

That was when I heard her voice. “So, what will you be doing this week, Tristan?” It was the way she called my name that made me look up at her. It took me a few seconds to place her face. Violetta Castille. She stood there looking so elegant, fully aware of the attention she had just commanded. No doubt she was used to commanding this attention, after all she was one of the heiresses of the Castille family; one of the movers and shakers in the city. The cameras caught it immediately, panning between us as they waited for my response.

He instructed his subordinates, "Transfer them out immediately." "Darien, it's too late. The people of the Lewis family have already barged in, and they said … They said that we've taken their family's heiress and that they want us to let her go immediately." "Darien, forget it. If we offend the Lewis family, we'll never be able to continue working in Frenda! I wonder who was dumb enough to catch the heiress of the Lewis family." Darien paced back and forth. "The heiress of the Lewis family? Who the hell is the heiress of the Lewis family? Look and tell me if there's anyone here who looks like the heiress of the Lewis family."

The necklace tore free from my hand, skidding across the stone until Thorne caught it mid slide. He stared at it, then at us, his jaw tight. “You’re hiding something,” he said slowly. “All of you. I can see it in your face.” His grip tightened around the chain. “You know where the heiress is, don’t you?” No one answered. His laugh came out rough. “I thought so.” He dropped the necklace beneath his boot and pressed down, hard enough that the metal groaned. “Don’t,” Killian warned, stepping forward.

His hands were all over my butt, caressing and squeezing. "I know how much you hate Hailey. We can have her easily cornered and rendered helpless. Just say yes." At the mention of Hailey and his promise to help me deal with her, my ears perked and my interest piqued, especially when the flashback of how today had gone at the mall filled my mind. That bitch! "Do you know she's a heiress? Her family owns the Codza company." My voice was now coarse. Heavy with lust. "How do you think I was able to help Christian carry out the plan to get her inheritance from her six years before?" His tongue evoked a shuddering sigh from me as it slithered around my left ear.