Under The Heiress' Facade Novels & Stories

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

Elsie expressed. “Not every ladies’ dream, only the unserious fellows like you,” he split out. “And I am saying it right to your face now. You can never be an option. Not even at the present of no option other than you.” She bent to the left side and crossed her hands across her chest, snickering, “those are just words of tongue. I mean, it’s a slip of tongues. I am beautiful and well endowed. I am from a conglomerate heiress from the biggest family in the city,”

As I stepped into my role as heiress, I vowed to honor the legacy of generations past while forging my own path towards a future defined by resilience, strength, and unabashed authenticity. In the hushed quietude of the night, Eva Torres paced the plush carpet, the air thick with a nervous energy that prickled her skin. Her reflection in the gilded mirror showed a stark contrast – the woman she knew, clad in sensible cotton pajamas, battled with the image she sought to portray. Tonight, silk whispered against her skin, a luxurious departure from the usual comfort. The delicate fabric clung to her curves in a way that was both foreign and exhilarating, the coolness a stark contrast to the hea

“Go to hell, Scarlett! It’s all your fault. You ruined everything I have. I’m the heroine of this world! How did things end up like this?! It can’t be real!” At that time, Francis’s voice came from outside the door. “Mel, are you in there? Dad’s guests came. They would like to see the real heiress of our family. You need to go downstairs.” “Okay, wait for me, Frank!” Melanie was relieved again when she heard that. Regardless, she was the daughter of the Smith family. She excitedly opened the door of her closet to start picking an outfit. In the end, she examined her reflection with satisfaction and went downstairs to meet the guests.

Useless fools who don't deserve to live! I always knew she wasn't simple, ordinary girl. There must be something else. And guess what? That slut was the heiress of the Valler organization, her brother the most powerful man alive. Tsk. They just had to make things even more complicated. But I will never give up, I will never admit defeat, I will never bow down to that Valler wench! I'll suck my blood and dry my bones until the moment I lay my eyes on the devil dragging her to hell. Give up my glory? Hah! OVER. MY. DEAD. BODY.

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.

I called out "Stephen wake up Marco. We are going to Florence. We are not going there to fight a deed; we are going there to declare a sanctuary." The battle for the Underlying Title was about to move from a property dispute to a crusade. Elias wanted a quarry; I was going to give him a cathedral. As we piled into the car at dawn I looked back at the hunting lodge. The smoke was still coming from the chimney, a line of defiance. Elias was still sharpening his knife. He did not know that I had found the stone that could not be cut. The Rossi Heritage was no longer a vintage; it was a fortress. The Hidden Heiress was finally ready to stop being the victim of her blood and start being the prote

This was my battle and I will fight it alone. “You believe, huh, uncle? I will see how you do that. And who says bastards aren't heirs? I, Jessica Holly, is the heir to this empire. You bow to me!” I snarled at him. He uttered a scoff and dumped the papers on my desk. “These show the conditions to your access as the heir.” He said and I dropped my gaze to the papers. I picked them up and the first line made my legs wobbly. What?

The families' little black book. The names that govern Chicago from the shadows. The voices answer, polite, hesitant. I don't speak long. A few words are enough: "Tonight, at my place, your queen. No men, no guards." In thirty minutes, black cars glide past the manor. The hall lights up with a new radiance, a blend of opulence and danger. Eight heiresses, eight faces of a single empire. They are young, beautiful, and each carries in their eyes the trace of power either bequeathed to them or stolen.

They went over to her and they both bowed in respect. “We want to offer you a mating contract to be our mate and become the Luna Queen of this pack,” Rafferty said. “I always wanted a mate I will truly love,” the heiress said. “I believe with time, Love can blossom” Treyton chipped in. “I will need time to decide now if you will excuse me,” The heiress said, and she left their side to go stand with her father. With his side eyes, Rafferty noticed the girl who had been dancing with his brother entering one of the mansion halls and he sneakily followed her quickly.