To Catch An Heiress Novels & Stories

#Heiress Chloe Davenier Proudly Rejects Billionaire Marriage Deal—Westvale Playboy Diego Publicly Dumped! Esther gave a cold smile, then tapped open the message. The comments caught her eye immediately… [So she really is a true heiress. That kind of boldness is on a whole different level. So what if it’s the Westvale family? Even if it’s the richest family, if you don’t like it, the engagement can be broken off without delay!] [A true heiress is always so domineering. If it were that adopted daughter instead, she’d be stuck and couldn’t break off the engagement no matter what!]

“Hardly. I came to remind you that you don’t own this space; you don’t own this city. Tonight, the spotlight isn’t just yours.” With that, I turned my gaze to Gabriella, who took a small step back, observing me with equal parts disdain and intrigue. “Congratulations on your new partnership,” I said, my openness a strategic mask for the confidence bubbling beneath. “Though we all know you’re merely a pawn in Andre’s elaborate chess game.” Gasps spread through the attendees at my audacity, their eyes darting between the three of us, hungry for the unfolding drama. Gabriella lifted her chin, an unmistakable defiance glimmering in her icy gaze. “And you must be the runaway heiress who’s chosen t

"And his date, who is she? She's absolutely gorgeous. It's like she stepped out of a fairy tale, a mix of queen and princess!" "Is she the next big thing, groomed by some entertainment tycoon, debuting at Victoria Garden House today? Just imagine, rubbing shoulders with the elite here could pave her way to stardom, as long as she steers clear of any bad deals." "Could be! However, what if she's the elusive Ms. Foster?" "No chance! Ms. Foster, the heiress of the Foster dynasty, wouldn't fly under the radar. Just look at her, clinging to Mr. James Foster like she's his shadow..."

"I'll get your usual caramel latte with extra whip, right?" I smiled, she remembered. "Yeah." Natalie hurried off, returning minutes later with my drink and a giant blueberry muffin. "On the house," she said, plopping into the chair across from me. "Now SPILL. How does a billionaire heiress end up working a normal job and hiding her identity?" I took a sip of the latte perfect, as always before sighing. "Long story." "We've got time," Natalie said, propping her chin on her hands.

I was tired of being pushed aside and so tired of Julien constantly competing with me when I had never even wanted this competition in the first place. I sucked in a breath and shakily said, rose to my feet. "If I secure the Primrose partnership," I said slowly. "I want to be named the official heiress to this company."

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.

They didn’t answer. Just grabbed my arms and yanked me forward. “Where are you taking me?” Still silence. Then, as we reached the stairs leading to the inner sanctum of the packhouse, I heard it. “—was found under her bed,” someone shouted. “How could she—?!” Elder Mira’s voice cracked like thunder. “This cannot be coincidence. The Moon Goddess’s staff was stolen! The ritual broken! And this morning—conveniently—it is discovered hidden in the prisoner’s quarters?”

“Looks very convincing.” Next headline. “Harry: The New Face of House Valemont.” The corners of my mouth twitch downward as I grip the glossy edge tighter. Then another one. “Dead Heiress, Fled with Secret Lover.” I look up, and Chase is sprawled on the couch now, legs up, watching silently. I turn back to the stack and begin flipping through the pages of the magazine, the images and words bleeding together—until one headline punches me in the gut: “Heiress Whore.”

“And I know, that's why I wanted you guys to come along. It's gonna be a great event today and way smoother than your club life. I'm going to introduce you to their heiress too if you guys want.” He glanced over my face, his face tugging in esteem. Caspian lurched forward, gasping. His head fixed between Drayton and I as he snarled out ecstatically, “ We gonna meet the heiress? Are you serious right now?” Drayton continued to chuckle, his hand latched firmly on the steering. Caspian sounded puzzled, “ Hey, don't joke with me. Do not lie to me , Drayton. Are we really- oh my God that's awesome.”

Lauren said, stretching her hand to me. In my stunning purple dress that she didn't approve of, I moved over to her and took her hand, playing the role of the good, perfect daughter. "Impossible" dread crawled up my back at the sound of his voice. I had seen him slip in through the crowd; no doubt Tiffany was the one who smuggled him and Freya in here. “What is impossible?” I turned to him slowly. I crossed both hands and tilted my head. Regret flashed in his eyes because I was a much better catch as the Moore heiress than Freya was.