True Heiress Is The Tycoon Herself Novels & Stories

“Get out. Someone will fetch you.” And that is somewhat true, I need to remind myself not to drag her out of my office because I needed to be kind or else the I will not strike a deal with the old man. This girl is the heiress of the Pascual Company and even though I hate to admit it, she possesses something that I need. “Aren’t you too rude? I’m your fiancé plus we needed to talk.” By the way how she rolls her eyes and present herself, she is indeed not stupid. I crossed my legs and put my hand at the top of the table before looking at her.

Tyler began to say like a seasoned adventurer mapping out uncharted territories, his eyes gleaming with excitement at the prospect of boundless opportunities. “First, I am going to buy myself a good big yacht. Hahaha. I have always seen that thing in movies and read about it in a book, what is the title of that book…” Tyler tried to remember as he continued to say drunkenly. “Ah! Yes! I remember!” he exclaimed happily, drunk. “Sudden Billionaire Heiress After Divorce! Hahaha! I remember it. Don’t you see! Let me tell you what happened in the story because I want to do everything the MC did in that book hahaha!”

Nothing about me ever is, I bought all of this with him in mind. Every dress, every fabric and material were all curated carefully, obsessively even, with the help of my designer because if I was going to step into his world, I wasn’t going to do it unprepared. Not me! Never me. Yeah… perks of being a rich heiress. And of course a self-made trillionaire. I reach for a dress, letting the material slip between my fingers as I hold it up briefly, studying it with a critical eye before nodding to myself.

He says, hesitantly, yet cold and firm. “Marry me.” I take out his enormous dick, tying my hair into a bun like a pro, licking and sucking the pink throbbing head. I lick and suck the top of his dick till it drips out white liquid. His moans fill my ears. I could feel his body trying to resist, but the game has just began. Who knew a ruthless, cold tycoon could melt at the touch of a simple 24 year old heiress like me?

The fake heiress was dead. My biological parents believed I was responsible. Together, they reported me to the authorities and demanded that my memories be extracted. After watching my memories, everyone broke down in tears. But I smiled. This was exactly what I wanted. To become the perfect victim.

She was practically jobless and how she survived in this city was amusing. Nobody could judge her social skills even if they tried. She was a bonafide social climber and she did it so well, rumors had it though that she had shackled herself to the wrong billionaire. Adrian Hales was a ‘soon to be’ bankrupt person and it was going to be a beautiful reality for Cassie. Good thing society will still be there and the rude world will still rotate, she frowned at the thought and it was about the same time that they stepped into Dan’s office.

She “Where would you get that large of a money every month.” “Well…” Emily didn’t want to tell him about her true identity. She didn’t want to tell him that she was a professional trader either. The time isn’t right yet. She needed to hold on just a bit longer. She still needs to know that he loves her. Loved her with all of his heart before spilling her beans that she’s the heiress to a tri-billionaire companies. She was the sole heiress to richest man of the world. She sighed as she couldn’t tell him who she really was. Not yet.

“Everyone, meet Miss Theodore Layla.” The directors looked at the entrance, and Layla walked in elegantly, taking her steps one after the other. And everyone eyed her until she walked to Asher’s side. Layla faced the directors and bowed her head. “Good day, great minds, directors, the pillars behind a successful organization. I am Theodore Layla. The heiress of chairman Theodore, the successor and current CEO of HighEnd Investment.” “Wow!” Mr. Jackson opened his mouth in awe. He clapped his hand in slow motion and freed his thoughts. “Incredible!”

The guy that I thought would love me for the rest of my life. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. Why wasn't I still enough for him when I had already achieved everything a woman could be proud of? I was the heiress to the Greyfur Pack. I was the next Luna, and he was supposed to be my Alpha, who would unite strength with our pack. Tyler was an honorable man. He owned many charities all over the city and had a kind heart that no one saw because he was always known as a proud and arrogant Alpha who loved to brag about his wealth and titles.

She glanced at Mia, silently pleading with her to play along. Mia, ever the perceptive one, seemed to sense the unspoken tension between the two. Her smile faltered slightly, and she slowly lowered her hand, tucking it into the pocket of her designer jeans. "Actually, Mr. Maverick, I'm not just any friend." She tilted her chin up defiantly, her gaze unwavering. "I'm the heiress to Vitalis Pharmaceuticals. And I have to say, I'm quite interested in this...arrangement you have with my dear Evie."