To Catch An Heiress Novels & Stories

And that someone used to be Shane Ryder until Clare claimed him as hers. That night was one of the worst ones I’ve ever experienced. So I push the thought to the back of my mind. Clare is still talking my ear off about how amazing everything looks when two girls walk towards us and I immediately want to run away. It’s Megan Rose and Eden Park, Clare Haistings friends. They both look absolutely amazing in their matching satin oval green dresses and strappy heels. They’ve always matched and I thought it was childish at first then I realized that Clare encourages it only because she looks like a main character when she’s with them.They are mean girls that Clare uses to hide behind in order to k

she said and paused "The winner of this task is already known to us since I called everyone's income out and so, Mitchell Campbell is the new heiress to the Campbell's properties" she announced "What?!! That's not possible grandma! How can you allow her to rule over us? You know how grumpy she is already. If you make her the heiress, she will be so full of herself and won't have regard for anyone" John said "I never mentioned attitude when I gave you the tasks. Mitchell won this so you have to accept her as the heiress and put in your best next time" Grandma said

I asked before settling down to read through the document. I wanted to scream out of excitement when I saw what the document contained, but I held back myself and continued reading. A deal to enter a contract marriage with the heiress of Chase’s family? Could I be dreaming? “I am done reading it, ma.” I said in a rushed tone, as I was almost out of breath. “Does the deal seem like what you can agree to?” She asked, reaching out for the glass of wine on the table. “Yes. Yes.” I nodded. How could I say no to this lifetime opportunity? Marrying the heiress of Chase’s Pharmaceutical Company would be a turning point in my life.

With a gentle touch on the arm and a soft whisper in the ear, she welcomed the crème de la crème of society to her home. Meanwhile, Amelia made her way to the area where her age group had gathered, a cluster of young heirs and heiress who were eager to make connections and forge alliances. Tasha, the vivacious heiress to the Harrison family fortune, was already there, sipping champagne and laughing with a group of admirers. Amelia's eyes sparkled as she joined the group, her designer dress and statement heels drawing admiring glances.

I let out a cold laugh. “Just because you don’t know who I am, you think you can spread rumors and slander me at will? Just because you don’t know the truth, you think you can run around spreading rumors with a blurry screenshot and ruin my reputation? Your so-called ‘straightforwardness’ is nothing more than an excuse to hurt others maliciously!” Our colleagues around us began to murmur among themselves. Those who had been defending Nora not long ago turned on her. “So, that’s how it is. Maya’s actually the heiress of Sanscape. No wonder she’s so formidable.”

"When the time comes, tell him you want something steady. Say you'll give him a son. That's exactly what he wants." Mandy straightened in her seat, her excitement showing. "Don't worry. Handling men is easy. If I can deal with Malcolm, I can definitely handle his dad." I took her hand and smiled. "Good. I'll arrange for you to meet him soon." By the time I got home, it was almost dark. I changed into a thin slip dress on purpose and sat next to Quinton to watch TV. "What's this show about?" I asked. He stammered through an answer, but his eyes kept drifting toward me.

"She will come to this castle. She will need guidance. She has the power to save both our packs from destruction." My hands trembled so hard the pages shook. Was she writing about me? Then I found a page that made my blood run cold. "My son doesn't understand the danger," Althea wrote. "He works with evil men. They seek the power of the symbols. They have forced a girl named Valerie to marry my grandsons Noah and Neal. They believe she carries the magic. But they are wrong and they will never get realize it because they would have been dead. The true heiress will come later from Moonshade. She is the one we have waited for."

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.