Under The Heiress' Facade Novels & Stories

Damien’s steady hand on my shoulder reminded me that I was not alone, yet the weight of the moment threatened to crush my resolve. I recalled every warning, every whispered prophecy—the seer’s ominous words, the spectral guardian’s lament, and even the dark dreams that had haunted my sleep. All pointed to one undeniable truth: I was not just an ordinary heiress with a broken past, nor was I merely a pawn in the schemes of powerful alphas. I was the chosen vessel, marked by an ancient sigil that could either herald a new era or bring forth unspeakable destruction.

Therefore, as the mistress of the household, Gemma maintained a sense of superiority and ordered Jade, "Go wash the dishes and clean the kitchen." Neve took pleasure in Jade's predicament but pretended to speak up in her defense. "Mom, isn't this a bit much? Jade's still the youngest heiress of the Severins. Making her do the work of a servant may not be appropriate." "The youngest heiress of the Severins?" Gemma snorted. "Does she deserve that honor?" The two of them gave a performance, but Jade saw through their clumsy acting. She glanced at the leftover food on the table, picked up a plate, and smashed it on the floor right in front of Gemma.

So much damn anger, it’s like it’s bubbling just under my skin ready to burst. Thirty minutes and not a trace of the heiress. I curse under my breath. The fan over our heads is the only thing that responds with its constant hum. This is getting ridiculous. I know she’s doing it on purpose, to get back at me for how I acted and what I said earlier. She knows just as well as we all do that if she’s not here today, we loose our shot at this, I made sure to make it clear. She’s playing fucking games, no doubt supported by her friend who seems too calm, her horse too high, to not know there is an agenda behind this little charade.

“And I’m afraid you’ve made a very serious mistake tonight.” Lena forced a laugh. “What mistake?” Adrian’s gray eyes turned toward Aria. Then back to Lena. “The mistake of accusing the wrong woman.” Silence fell across the room. Lena’s smile slowly returned. “Oh?” she said sweetly. “And why would that be?” Adrian’s voice was calm. But deadly serious. “Because the girl you’re trying to remove…” He gestured toward Aria. “…is the real heiress of Vale Global.” The club exploded into chaos.

"Of course they don't know each other. The fake heiress lost her Westbridge University spot, so now she's resorting to cheap tricks to seduce Spencer. She's downright shameless for always trying to steal the real heiress' man." Me? Trying to seduce Spencer? What an absurd, pathetic assumption. I straightened the desk that had been kicked askew expressionlessly and erased the butterfly doodle with my eraser. Then, under the mix of sympathetic, scornful, and gloating stares, I walked out of the class with my head held high.

He had to stood tall even though his heart hurt so much. "Are you sure you can continue the journey alone?" "Yes. I'm not an ordinary girl. I'm Emily Harper, the heiress of the Savior Group, a girl who is admired by many men, and I have minimal sins. Luck is always with me. Even if there is danger lurking, it won't be able to touch me. Even if it's not you, there must be someone else to save me. Besides, I myself am capable though." Prince swallowed. His head nodded slightly. "Okay, then ...."

"Cindy, Tina was generous enough to sponsor for your education, and this is how you repay her? "Everyone here, listen up! Tina is Nancy's real granddaughter, the true heiress of Skyrise Group!" I stared at David in disbelief. "She's Nancy's biological granddaughter? The heiress of Skyrise Group? "David, how do you say that with a straight face? You're shameless." Evan rolled his eyes and gave me a dismissive look. "Cindy, did you forget to take your meds today or something? You're clearly having one of your episodes."

besides, I'm the heiress. "That makes me the first then," he chuckled. "Who is the heiress?" I inquired, thankfully he doesn't find me suspicious "She's a shameless whore, who does nothing but fly around the country," he spat. I was immediately annoyed, but if he noticed, it will ruin my plans so instead I just smiled "I even slept with her on several occasions and she kept running back to me even when she was married."Why would he shatter my image as such to people?

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