Under The Heiress' Facade の小説・ストーリー

Lyssa led us on a path that was clearly not the main road, something that twisted through the hills and made it harder for the creatures to predict where we were going. By the time we reached the fortress, I was exhausted beyond measure. But the fortress was real. We could see it now, nestled in a valley, and it was being actively occupied. We could see structures being built around it, buildings that definitely weren't human design. And we could see creatures moving around the compound, maybe twenty or thirty of them, going about tasks that I couldn't quite understand. "They're building something," Solace said, echoing my thoughts. "Some kind of... tower?"

Erada crouched down as she whispered into 54's ears, she pointed at the two men and he nodded " Big sister, why aren't you telling me as well" Erada sighed " little Zephyr, I'll tell you everything when I get back, stay with your bodyguards and don't wander around, I and 54 will be back soon, okay " Little Zephyr nodded slowly as she watched Erada and 54 leave. *** The atmosphere in the arena changed as one of the top ten heiresses arrived, she was beautiful but there was nothing delicate about her, even as several of the middle class families cheered her, her face remained expressionless.

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."

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

Then he exclaimed, “Fifty million going once? Fifty million going twice, fifty million going thrice!- Congratulations! This pretty lady in a silver dress will now be the possessor of this set of jewelry.” Many people had joined the bidding, but only one winner emerged. No one could believe their eyes or ears, especially Lucas Harrison and the girl sitting beside him who looked ghastly pale. “No way! She can't afford that money.” “But she just did! Who exactly is she?” “Oh, she's Heidi. Heidi Olsen. How could they think that they could contend with the wealthiest heiress in Phoenix City?” The man who spoke was the same middle-aged man who just uncovered Heidi's identity.

He said that there is more toil. "What do you need from me?" Saint promised weakly. "We want your power! Your position! And your wealth. And Deus wants to know where the hell is the mafia heiress." Mafia Heiress? Savienna is the real mafia heiress. But I am still claiming it as me because that's what they thought too. "Okay, I got what I wanted. Now I need to erase you to keep your mouth shut." Because of what Saint said, I saw a strange fear that enveloped Gayle's entire being.

He said. "I've been working my butt off for everyone all my life" "And It's time for me to step down and enjoy the rest of my life" I was so shocked. Don't tell me. "It's time to introduce the new successor of Madden Group of Hospitals and Madden Realty Group" No way. Not yet. "Let me introduce to you, my one and only heiress, the reason for all of my hard work. Soline Madden" My mouth dropped. I want to throw tantrums at dad but everyone is looking at me including the men I slept with.

Ethan liked lake views and high floors, so I bought this place and decorated it to his taste. I had even wanted to add his name to the deed, but my lawyer reminded me Bellandi assets were never transferred casually. I opened the closet and started packing. I didn't touch Ethan's suits, ties, or cuff links. I packed only my dresses, passport, jewelry, and several contracts. That evening, the real estate agent came to take photos. He saw the wedding portrait on the wall and hesitated. "Mrs. Hale, should we take this down?" I looked at the woman in the photo.