True Heiress Is The Tycoon Herself Novels & Stories

I am officially into the guy who hates me and so happens to be kind of my stepbrother? He notices me and raises a brow at me in question. Then he really notices me and chokes on the smoke of his cigarette. I mean I really tried to outdo myself with my skintight black dress and high heels, nothing improper, on the contrary. The dress ends below my knees and the heels and there’s no cleavage, but it does put accent on all the right places.

I wish he was here to see how far I have gone, I wish he could see that I fulfilled his dying wish. But Mason was right, I make a very good Heiress, and my father will always remain a proud dad because today marks a year since I became CEO of white nova robotics. Nova was my second name, and my dad had made sure to name his achievement after him like he knew one day it would be mine. I looked down at my hands, the diamond ring on my finger sparkled under the light of the stars and moon. It felt heavy because it cost a fortune and Mason had given it to me.

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”

Eynas assisted his queen in her seat. Astra put her face to his face. She looked at him and smiled. "I'm fine" she mumbled and turned her redhead in front of her broods. "Let's welcome, the first heiress of the Erasmus Kingdom!" She growls. "And I declare war among dragons and humans! We will restore our dragon power, the Heart of Magic from them! Scream for me! Scream!" Astra made an extreme growl and all of them made a rumbling sound.

"Mother wants me back in time for dinner." "Yes, Ma'am," Ryan replied before leaving the office. Diane stood up straightening her burgundy blazer and grabbing her bag. She still didn't believe this was her life now. She was a Deveraux, she owned stuff in her name, she was loved by people around her and most importantly, everyone in the country was about to know she was a hidden heiress. And as much as that meant her face was going to be frequently all over the media and her privacy was going to be compromised, this was what she wanted, this was the power she craved and this was the life that chose her.

He frowned, “watch your tone.” “I asked you a question, Lucas. Don't mess with me.” I replied, with anger burning within me. “Why shouldn't I mess with you? Who are you? You're nothing but a pathetic heiress with nothing in her bank account. No money, no assets. Nothing.” “My child is in Kate. You can't do this to me!” I wailed, “God, you're quite slow.” I blinked.

There was movement, something large and terrible descending through the hole in our roof, and my mother's hand tore away from mine as she was lifted up and away from me. I fell backward down the stairs, my body tumbling end over end, connecting with wood and stone in a chaos of pain. When I finally stopped moving, I was sprawled on the ground floor, gasping for breath, every part of me screaming in agony. Above me, I could hear my mother screaming. I could hear my stepfather's voice, shouting something that might have been a curse or a prayer. And beneath it all, I could hear the sound of the creatures—not their voices, but something worse. A kind of psychic pressure, as if their very presen

Kelvin replied as he felt that Dean, who was the caller he was talking to on the phone, was kind of tense. "Is there a way you can get her to at least speak?" Dean quickly asked Kelvin who shook his end at the other side negatively before answering "No. I can't. She's too far from her." "Damn it! Bianca! This is the wrong time." Dean said as Kelvin removed the phone from his ear a bit as he heard Dean cursed. What could have gone wrong? Could Bianca really be telling the truth when she said she was the heiress to her grandfather's company. So why will Carlisle reject such an offer? Kelvin asked himself as he carefully listened to the conversation which continued with Dean forgetting his phon

It wasn't because she was a high-profile actress. It’s because she’s his blood. She’s his baby sister who survived the fire. Sydney isn't just an adopted orphan from the outskirts of the city. Sydney is the long-lost Moore heiress. The sheer, staggering gravity of the truth hits my chest with the force of a freight train. I can't even blink. I can’t open my mouth to respond, my quick-witted brain completely paralyzed by the cosmic scale of what he just dropped on me. The entire financial and social landscape of the city just shifted on its axis.

“You raised raccoons in couture.” It was beautiful chaos. The headlines by evening? "Krystal Hunter: Heiress of Poise, Power, and Petty Revenge." "McLaren Empire Collapses, Reborn Under the Hunter Legacy." "From Ashes to A-List: The Queen Returns." Tomas toasted with his glass of wine. “To poetic justice.” Darren wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed my temple, eyes glinting with something deeper than just celebration. “You didn’t just burn the house down, love. You rebuilt a palace on the ashes.”