Under The Heiress' Facade Novels & Stories

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And now, she's right in my arms. Indeed God has perfect timing. "Enlighten me." I stated in the calmest voice that I could muster. A smirk crept its way to his lips, the kind that told me he had some unseen agenda. It wasn't just an ordinary smirk. It was mischievous. ‘What plans does he have up his sleeves?’ I couldn't help but wonder as I stared at his face. "She was a prostitute. A common whore. And not just any whore— mine. I fucked her more times than I can count. I'm sure you didn't know this, right?"

Within days, the drama reached William. Victor knelt before him, refusing to stand. “I want to break off this engagement with her!” … Growing up, I was taught that, as the heiress of the Grant family, I could never afford to be ruled by emotion. Trusting business partners? Seven parts trust, three parts caution—that was the rule. Had no one ever taught Victor the same? Maybe not. Or perhaps it was because he had been spoiled from the moment he was born. His mother, once a mistress who married into the Harlow family, had been a beloved former actress. Despite her origins, she’d secured unwavering affection and favor.

“He doesn’t love me anymore.” Marcus laughed lowly. “Told you this wouldn’t last. A queen can’t lie about the heir and expect to keep her crown.” Silvia slammed the glass down. “Don’t mock me.” He shrugged. “Fine. So what now?” She was quiet for a moment, thinking. Her nails scratched gently at her wrist. “I know her… I’ve seen her before. That name… Alana Winters…” She said the name again, softly. “Alana Winters… Winters… It sounds so familiar. Why can’t I remember?”

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.

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.

"No, this all ties back to the crimes committed by Adrienne. Upon her return, she fabricated amnesia merely to avoid resuming the relationship with her former partner. She continued meeting with her secret lover, and subsequently, she established her own skincare line. A master strategist, she understood the importance of maintaining a veil of secrecy. Donating substantial sums to charity served as a smokescreen, concealing her abhorrent acts. I had concrete evidence to substantiate these claims, and when I confronted her, it was a grave mistake on my part. I foolishly went to meet her without notifying anyone. Her henchmen abducted me, taking me to the very club where she had feigned her ki

I don't know how this happened but our mansion was signed under magaret's name, meaning she owns our big mansion, now I see the reason dad said I should leave, but his will is still in my name though, so it really didn't bother me, with this will I can earn it back. I want nothing to do with her, she isn't my problem, she has twenty percent of the company shares. I will back for it, this isn't over. I need to uncover this mystery, I will come back. ************** We are in country A, can you imagine? Three heiresses are in a very unfamiliar country, remembering the issue made me heave a sigh. "Wow, country A, here I come!!!" Katie is always dramatic. "Katie, people are staring at us, "vida m

I growled, my emerald-glass wings snapping open, the thorns weeping a glowing, defensive ichor. Fenris tilted his head, a "Tyler Perry" smirk playing on his lips—a look of amusement that felt like a death sentence. "The Heiress. The one who grew a garden on a graveyard. Do you really think your weeds can stop the winter?" He didn't shift. He didn't need to.