To Catch An Heiress Mga Nobela at Kwento

Greg vibrated in anger, he was holding his phone like his life depended on it, or maybe he was in pain. “Business”. She whispered before walking towards the stairs. But before she could take a step further Greg interjected. “Does business entail begging a man to love you like a desperate slut”. Greg sneered. “I beg your pardon”. She turned at Greg not understanding what he was saying. “You are trending Elizabeth”. He says before raising his phone. “It says heiress of the chase family on her knees begging for love”. “Oh look, this other article says. Married woman, Mrs. Wilson, seen begging Alex gold, for his love. He read it as if not believing his eyes. How dare you do this to me, Elizabeth

“Who are you to tell me what to do?” “How about I tell you there’s a way to get revenge on them?” I turned to him immediately. “Revenge?” I let out. “You don’t have a way. I don’t even know you… stranger.” “There’s a way,” he said. “Which is?” My brows raised in confusion. He looked straight at me. “Marry me, Ariana Vale.

He just stood there, staring at me across the crowded ballroom with an expression of complete devastation. The girl he'd thrown away, the wife he'd neglected and humiliated, the woman he'd told would never find anyone better, was Isabella Morrison. Granddaughter of Alexander Morrison. Heir to one of the largest fortunes in the country. One of the most powerful women in New York. And he'd let me go without a fight. The applause finally died down and I sat back down, accepting congratulations from the people at my table with grace and poise I'd learned from watching my brothers navigate society. But I was hyperaware of the Wei family table, of the chaos I knew was happening there.

Dust rained down from the ceiling, and I heard the crack of wood splitting as the structure groaned under stress. I hit the corridor running and nearly collided with my mother coming up the stairs. She grabbed my arm, her fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. "We have to go, we have to go now Raina. To the back way. Your stepfather is gathering what he can carry". She gasped. "We can't outrun them," I said, the words falling out before I could stop them. I'd seen how fast those creatures moved. I'd seen a group of them cover the distance from the wall to the first buildings in what felt like seconds.

She was dressed up in a satin gown that showed all her curves, her hair had been done up and her face, well was rather gorgeous. She was smiling at the party like she belonged here. Her earlier inquired about her and found out she was Alicia Dickson, heiress to the Dickson fortune. The Dickson family had been his family’s rival for years. Was that why she disliked him so much? But he didn’t think she knew he was a George. “Maybe its in our blood to hate each other,” he laughed. She soon noticed him and her smile instantly dropped. She started to approach him. He smirked.

"Well. You'll find Sterling Global has very high standards." More applause. She was captivating the room, holding every person's attention effortlessly. "Elena," someone at the next table whispered, loud enough for me to hear. "I knew that name sounded familiar. Isn't she married to him?" They trailed off, looking at me. Oh God. Everyone was going to know. Everyone was going to know I'd been married to a billionaire heiress and treated her like garbage. "I need air," I said, standing abruptly. My chair scraped loudly against the floor.

The thought that clawed his mind all the time. He turned around and looked down at the beautiful and decorated invitation resting on the marble table in the center of his bedroom. The engagement card of E.H. The mysterious hale heiress and her mysterious groom. Nathaniel didn't think much of it since the day he had received the invitation. In his mind, this E.H. was just another high-society heiress who's a great business woman and he was sure that her marriage was nothing but a strategic move by the Hale family to solidify their power.

I turned away from the TV to keep my foster family from noticing my interest in the news. I especially didn’t want Andrea to see me staring at the handsome Alpha male who was the missing girl’s fiancé. I could still hear the reporter's words as he delivered the story. His voice seemed to echo through my mind. “So, I have a message for all you girls who will soon be eighteen,” the reporter said. “If you have thick eyebrows and naturally curly hair, please call the number at the bottom of the screen. You could be Alberta Wilson, the heiress of dying billionaire Alex Wilson.”

Jesse had snapped and then left. The girl was either dating Ray or she was close to doing so. As stoic as Ray was, he wouldn’t be able to resist such an attractive, young woman like that but for so long. Despite his demeanor, he was still a flesh and blood man. G****e pulled up several articles with the words Ava and Los Angeles. The first five articles she scanned were no help. But the sixth article . . . The L.A. Times One Million Dollar Reward for Billionaire Heiress

She looked away and bit her lip, muttering, “Grandma, I don’t want Harry anymore. I found a better man.” “What…?” The village chief looked at her with disbelief. “Dior, are you being serious?” She could tell that Dior treated Harry sincerely. How could she have fallen for another man so quickly? Dior did not want to explain anything. At this point, she was feeling worse. She quickly packed up and said, “Grandma, it’s true. I’m an heiress in Burlington, and Harry isn’t good enough for me.” “Huh?” The village chief was shocked.