Under The Heiress' Facade Novelas e Histórias

It gleamed like glass, brittle and cold. “Well, well…” she cooed, voice dripping with sugar and venom. “Look who finally remembered where she lives. The prodigal stripper has returned.” Lilith leaned forward beside her, eyes narrowed and lips curled in a smirk so wicked it could’ve been carved. “Should we start planning the baby shower?” she asked mockingly. “Or maybe just get her a subscription to ‘Who’s the Daddy?’ magazine.” Laughter followed, cruel and echoing. No one stopped them. No one even tried.

He assured her. “That’s true, I can’t keep living as Gilda. It’s not who I am. I’m Sofia De Laurent, have always been and will always be.” She stated as she finished her plate. “Sofia, there is one more thing I need to discuss with you.” He also finished his plate and looked at her with a more serious gaze. “What is it?” She asked as she put the dishes away. “It’s about our living situation. You’re from Paris, everything you have is in here. Meanwhile, I am from Athens and everything I have is there. How do we deal with this?” He asked.

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.

She was dressed up in a satin gown that showed all her curves, her hair had been done up and her face, well was rather gorgeous. She was smiling at the party like she belonged here. Her earlier inquired about her and found out she was Alicia Dickson, heiress to the Dickson fortune. The Dickson family had been his family’s rival for years. Was that why she disliked him so much? But he didn’t think she knew he was a George. “Maybe its in our blood to hate each other,” he laughed. She soon noticed him and her smile instantly dropped. She started to approach him. He smirked.

She has lost so many times to Maeve, and I know she can’t win against her. “I am beginning to rethink my decision about her, though.” I lifted my brow. “She happens to be an heiress.” I couldn’t believe the materialist woman. “Theo is an heir too, and you hated him!” Nadia scolded. “He was a disgraced heir and a mere hotelier.” I shook my head. She is never going to change. “I am not a disgraced heir, and calling me a mere hotelier when I own a chain of hotels around the world is pretty upsetting.”

and that she was the successor of Grand Epoch Capital, which just happened to be the company's biggest investor. In addition, combined with Julia's arrogant attitude and her head-to-toe luxury brands—which I could tell were knockoffs, though regular people never noticed—it worked perfectly with her lies. After all, as long as one appeared sufficiently confident, even a fabricated persona could trick others. That was precisely why the whole group was dogpiling on me at that moment. I sneered as I quickly typed out the message. "If she's the actual heiress, then we're really screwed. If you're all so eager to bootlick and power-trip, then don't blame me for not playing nice.

When we finally got home, he headed straight for his study, leaving me to walk up the stairs to our cold bedroom by myself. ​I sat down at my vanity, reaching into a hidden drawer beneath the velvet lining to pull out a thick folder buried under my jewelry. I flipped through the pages, my eyes landing on the seal of Vane Holdings and the documents that proved I was the sole heiress to a conglomerate that made the Blackwood fortune look like pocket change.