True Heiress Is The Tycoon Herself Novels & Stories

Instead of rushing, she lay there for a moment, listening to the quiet of the house. She eventually got up and called Mrs. Harrington, explaining calmly that she wouldn’t be coming into work that day. The response was polite, understanding, but still formal. Just because she was the heiress didn’t mean expectations disappeared. Normally as the heiress, one would think she can come and go as she pleased, but Sylvie took pride in her work ethic. After ending the call, she freshened up and went downstairs. Ryan was already there. He was all dressed up and prepared as if they were still heading out together.

“Smart girl. Don’t worry — I’m not interested in your little love story. I have bigger plans.” He walked to the desk and handed me an envelope — thick, unmarked. “This will cover the exact amount. No more, no less. Deliver it to Heather, and she’ll have no excuse to linger.” I took it, my hands shaking. It was heavier than I expected, like it carried more than just money. “And the favor?” I asked quietly. “When?” His gaze turned cold and his mouth curved into a grin before he said, “It wouldn't be fun if I tell you now, would it, princess?"

Gabert did not react at all, completely unaware that I had already removed his clothes. The comments said that in this story’s setting, the male lead would only fall for a vicious heiress. In that case, all I had to do was become one. [Splash cold water on him to wake him up later, then whip him until he kneels and begs for mercy, got it?] [Then, step on his face and make him admit he is your dog, understand?] I was taken aback. However, I nodded. I had been given a second chance, and this time, my role was a vicious heiress. I could do it!

She had a displeased look at my father’s hesitation, but I knew her too well to think she would back down. “Ehm... sorry about that.” She smiled. “He can be very emotional, as am I,” she said. “But this is a happy day. Today, my husband and I declare Daisy Gomez, the only daughter of Eric and Mirela Gomez, the new heiress of—” “Why would you make such a declaration without consulting your first daughter?” I called out, stepping into the congregation fully. The crowd fell into stunned silence. All eyes turned to me as I walked down the aisle, flanked by Olivia and Matilda. Gasps and murmurs rippled through the congregation. Some clutched their pearls; others whispered my name in disbelief.

"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..."

If she tries to take it from me, I will destroy her. I’ve spent too long building this mask to let it slip now. When my parents look at me, they see the daughter they raised. When society looks at me, they see the flawless Black heiress. When Lucas looks at me, he will see his future wife. And when Hannah looks at me? I will smile at her, hug her, whisper “welcome home” while quietly tightening the noose

You just made half my staff quit out of pure envy. "Let them envy," she said, tilting her head back to meet his gaze. "They should know who the real Billionaire Heiress is. "They know," Xavier whispered, his lips hovering over hers. "And soon, Elena and Tiffany will know, too.

I said as I sat back down and tried to keep the irritation out of my voice. "Forget the investors you already have and start thinking about the one who just landed back in the country, because word is that the Great Thorne Heiress—the real one, the one with the trust fund that hasn't been touched in three years—is looking for a new project to dump her excess capital into," Beatrice said, and I felt a sudden jolt of electricity run through my chest that made me sit up straight.

I know this is the way out her mother was saying, they must have managed to get the approval of the heiress already. “How would I be looking for myself?" She smirked. The words were contradictory in my already clouded mind, it just wasn't making sense. “What are you saying, Eugene?" I asked her. “I’m the heiress, the empire was handed over to me by Bryan Lancaster himself, I'm the heiress now.” She boasted. I didn't know when I laughed out loud, all I know is that I've not laughed as good as this in years, she sounds so funny. She's playing, there's no way she's the new heiress.

"Come on. With your size, you're going to be a bodyguard?" I teased her with a sly look. One laugh and a few words later, we arrived at the event. As soon as Brianna walked in, she quickly pulled me aside and whispered, "See that one over there? She's the heiress of Hackett Group, a multinational pharmaceutical company. If you can win her over, we'll secure the project for sure." Just then, an old acquaintance caught her eye. She immediately turned to greet them with a bright smile and muttered under her breath, "Go grab a bite. I'll come find you once I've handled this."