True Heiress Is The Tycoon Herself Novels & Stories

" She didn't wait for my answer and called Gabriel and Alessandra. Gabriel's eyes met with mine. His dark piercing eyes made my heart skipped its beat. "Hi! Happy Anniversary!" Tyra greeted them. "Thank you!" Alessandra said. "By the way, I'd like to introduce myself to you. I'm Tyra Villaflor, the heiress of Villaflor trading," she confidently said. "Oh! Nice to meet you, Tyra!" Alessandra said gleefully. "And this is my friend, Meredith Emory Grant! The heiress of Rising stone. And she also owns the biggest Mall here in Queensland!"

Five years later The large door opened and a woman in her late twenties walked in. Elegant, beautiful, majestic were the best words to describe her as she carried herself with supreme grace to her seat that was resting at the center of the room. Her eyes shone with nothing but dullness, and her appearance was strict and reserved in a professional manner. All the eyes of the men in the room brighten in interest and the women with admiration and jealousy. But none of it meant anything to the high level lady in her majestic elegant royal blue suit. She is none other than Bianca McKenzie, the unknown heiress of the Josh who claimed the position of the McKenzie Empire after her grandpa willingly

Last I heard, she was working at a diner in upstate New York, her dreams of a billionaire lifestyle buried under the weight of Julian’s debt. "They thought they could take a crown they didn't earn," Xavier said, his grip tightening protectively. "They forgot that a Queen knows her kingdom better than any thief ever could." The doors to the terrace swung open, and my assistant stepped out, looking frantic but professional. "Mrs. Sterling-Thorne? The guests have all arrived in the ballroom. The Minister is ready, and the press is held back behind the gold cord. It’s time." I looked at my reflection in the glass. I was no longer the girl who did homework for a boy who hated her. I was the archi

Perhaps he had sinister secrets of his own that he had been keeping and one of them was this heiress who just arrived at the corporation without anyone knowing where she came from or whether she came from the dead. As she walked away majestically in her high heels that made noises as she passed, announcing her presence before she would enter a room, he paused and tried to dial Jared's line again but yet, was met with no response. Hence, making him have no other choice than to do like he had been commanded. He was just a worker, and as one he was under the leadership and direction of who ever was the Executive officer of the corporation. With how things looked, the returned heiress appears to

"What are you doing?" Jessie asked. Lucy blinked. "You're always behind that curtain. What are you even busy with all the time?" "Some side work. I'm tired. I'm just going to wash up and get some sleep," Jessie said before standing up. Lucy gave her a once-over. "You're not secretly some big shot, are you?" "Go look up the news, will you?" Shirley already knew exactly how impressive Jessie was. "Oh, I know who she is. She's the heiress of the Stewart family! She could've taken over the company, so why come to college and act all mysterious?" Lucy uttered.

Luckily, she wasn’t there to be involved in any matter, thanks to Antony’s interruption, of course. Crystal could clearly recognize the maidens left in this round. Lylia Evergreen, heiress of a famous magazine printing company. Nothing too special but, at least her character seemed clean from what Crystal has observed. Denise Imperial, heiress of a vast chain of restaurants in the country. Same with Lylia, her character holds no mischief. Mylene Haravina, daughter of a famous fashion designer that is widely known across countries. This one was shy based from Crystal’s observation.

I looked at the paintings on my sides until I stopped, finally realizing why I was here. “It’s breathtaking,” I breathed, staring at the wooden work of a woman standing in front of a beach. There was a shadow behind her. It was meant to be obscure, but the woman knew who he was. She was relaxed in his presence. Like me. He nodded slowly. “It belongs to my family. An ancestor whom I really can’t bother to remember right now. But she looks a lot like you.” I turned to face him. “Because of the beach?” “No, Joan. Because you are too trusting. Because you seem to have a lot on your mind. Because I am interested in knowing who made you think it is okay for you to feel invincible.”

I wanted to call out for help, but a part of me suspected I might be kidnapped, and alerting whoever was holding me might not be the best idea. I slipped on my slippers and stood up, feeling a bit dizzy. My head throbbed, but I managed to move forward. I gripped my hairpin tightly, using it as a makeshift defense. As I stepped out of the room, I took in the grandeur of the mansion. It was huge, even bigger than mine, and beautifully decorated. The walls were painted white, and the hallway was adorned with various art pieces. The opulence suggested that my kidnapper was wealthy, which made me wonder what their motives were because it was clear that they don't need money from me.

How dare he talk to her like that! What the hell does he think of himself? So what if he was a business tycoon? How dare he looked down at her! If he was a business tycoon then Jes herself was a heiress herself.

I had a knack for copying people. Back in elementary school, the principal's father called him "buddy", so that was how I addressed the principal for six straight years. On graduation day, the man practically threw a party when I finally walked out of his school. In middle school, a rich kid mocked me by chomping down on fresh raspberries right in my face. So I gobbled down a whole box and ended up in the ER from a severe allergic reaction. Since then, the rich kid would check the ingredient list before eating anything in front of me. By high school, the most popular girl in school accused me of bullying and threatened to overdose on sleeping pills. In response, I swallowed an e