To Catch An Heiress Mga Nobela at Kwento

Isabella cursed inwardly. So this was one of the so-called elite. She recognized him now—Williams Edinburgh. Chairman of Crown Real Estate. Rank: tenth on the rich list. Reputation: disgusting. As expected. He reached for her again. This time, with more force. He was already dragging her toward the couch when— A hand landed on her shoulder. Cold. Steady. Familiar. Before she could react, she was pulled back— —and the next second, she was pressed into a firm embrace.

Prescott's search for a suitable heiress, and I was the chosen one. I puzzled over Mrs. Prescott's intentions, my mind racing with questions. "But how can I be heiress when I'm not directly related to her?" I asked "I'm only carrying her grandson's child. Why does she want me to be heiress and take over? Is that even possible?" "It's not about blood ties," he explained. "Mrs. Prescott's obsession with having an heiress stems from her desire for control and legacy. She believes a female successor will ensure the Prescott family's empire endures."

The words caught in my throat as the next headline blazed across the massive screen: “Rose de Montclair: The Fugitive Heiress — Exposed.” No, no, no. This can’t be real. This is a fucking nightmare.

But the burn didn’t ease the knot in his chest. The news flashed on TV. “In breaking news, the missing Hartman heiress has been found alive after twenty-three years…” Adrian froze. The screen showed Evelyn stepping from a black car, surrounded by cameras. “She’s the missing Hartman heiress,” he whispered. Charlotte paled. “That’s impossible.” Adrian barely heard her. Every cruel word he’d thrown at Evelyn echoed in his head. He’d called her a gold digger, said she didn’t belong. Now she was the richest woman in New York.

“That’s not what happened. If what you say is true, if the will was falsified, then why all the conditions? Why come and live with us, why not take it all in a heartbeat?” Maria narrows her eyes at me, looking victorious, like she knows all the secrets of the world. “Why not? They needed time to pin it all on you, didn’t they? To make you look like the villain right when you let your guard down the second you invited her in your bed. And with you gone, she becomes the only heir to the riches.” “And give them all to someone else?” “Just think about it. Who in their right mind travel half the world on a promise of an inheritance that might not even exist?”

The news anchor’s voice rang out: "Suzanne Smith, a renowned actress and heiress to the Smith Empire in Canada, has resurfaced after years of seclusion from the business world. She has announced the launch of the groundbreaking self-driving car project, Medal Cars, which has already gained approval from the most powerful businessmen worldwide. This marks a new era in AI-driven transportation." Their hands dropped from each other’s hair as they stared in stunned silence. Beatrice’s mouth fell open. "Suzanne… was an heiress to a powerful family?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

"My life belongs to Miss Alara. Do with me as you wish." Kaan reached out, his big, calloused hand gripping my wrist gently. His thumb rested right over the faint, silvery scar on my left wrist, the mark Leyla had given me when I was an infant to test my blood. The touch was firm, possessive, and surprisingly warm against my freezing skin. "Hold onto me," Kaan commanded softly, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "We are leaving." He did not wait for my answer. He pulled me along behind him as he turned toward the back corner of the ruined study.

Something about the way his pistol is pointed right across my chest terrifies me. My eyes widens in shock, I thought he’ll pull the trigger. His dark presence made me conclude that it will be my last breath, but he didn’t. Instead, Lourd steps closer and closer in my direction. I can feel his warm mouth grazing over my neck. I feel disgusted. I choke when he laugh and captured my hands behind my back. “ Don’t try to escape, an heiress. It will be too bad to kill you too given your name,” he whispered before angrily tying me up once again.

After my great grandfather passed away our views and treatment of women changed completely. “Someone in the family is helping those two financially. We need to figure out how it is and why they are helping.” I tell both Elijah and Arthur. “Ok, I will keep my ears open,” Arthur says. I explain that someone in the family sent some of our men to find our missing heiress. I tell Arthur that they had no idea who they were looking for and tried to kidnap Kyra, Eryn, Sarya, and Nyalya at different times. I hear them both groan.