Under The Heiress' Facade Novels & Stories

They called her a stray dog dressed in silk. Her husband choked her in a wedding shop. Her sister shoved her under a car. Her family danced on her grave before the dirt was cold. Then she opened her eyes seven years in the past. "You think you can break me twice, Kyle?" "Celine, I made a mistake. I was blind. Just give me one more chance and I'll spend the rest of my life proving." "You had your chance. You used it to destroy me." "I love you." "You loved the version of me that was stupid enough to believe you." She came back with a colder heart, a sharper mind, and the kind of rage that doesn't scream. It plans. But Celine didn't expect Aron Caruso. The man who ordered her burial i

“Looks very convincing.” Next headline. “Harry: The New Face of House Valemont.” The corners of my mouth twitch downward as I grip the glossy edge tighter. Then another one. “Dead Heiress, Fled with Secret Lover.” I look up, and Chase is sprawled on the couch now, legs up, watching silently. I turn back to the stack and begin flipping through the pages of the magazine, the images and words bleeding together—until one headline punches me in the gut: “Heiress Whore.”

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?"

I was getting ready to bring my girlfriend home to meet my mother when Rosalind Whitehall suddenly went silent. I was starting to panic when a notification popped up on my phone. It was a wedding livestream from a couple with 1,000,000 followers. "Looking back, the laughter and joy of that wedding celebration made it the happiest moment of my life. Mr. Grosvenor, I'm counting on you for the rest of my life." "We promised that once we hit 1,000,000 followers, the groom would finally show his face. A promise is a promise." In the video, Rosalind stood in a wedding dress and gently exchanged rings with a man. Our mutual friends flooded the comments. [Five years, and we finally got to watc

Everyone will betray me, in the end, even him. I rose and headed into the hallway, needing to assess the mansion's layout, find any secrets, any potential escape routes should he decide to kill me. I turned and saw three maids staring. Their gazes were cold, unwelcoming. The brown-haired maid rolled her eyes, and they began to whisper, not even bothering to hide it. "She's the Sterling heiress... the broke heiress." "Oh, I've heard about her," another chimed in. "The boss probably bought her. It's obvious what she offers him. Her body." They laughed, a cruel, mocking sound.

"I’ve always known that. I know you don’t really like me." "That’s not..." "You look at me like I'm a chore you're forced to complete. And I know you probably disliked me even before you met me," she continued, her voice shaking despite her effort to keep it steady. "Because of what you might have read about me, What people said 'The rebellious heiress'. I know you had your opinion formed already." His jaw tightened. He looked at her for just a brief moment, something unreadable flickering across his eyes. He didn't offer a defense or an explanation, he just turned back toward the door.

“Get out. Someone will fetch you.” And that is somewhat true, I need to remind myself not to drag her out of my office because I needed to be kind or else the I will not strike a deal with the old man. This girl is the heiress of the Pascual Company and even though I hate to admit it, she possesses something that I need. “Aren’t you too rude? I’m your fiancé plus we needed to talk.” By the way how she rolls her eyes and present herself, she is indeed not stupid. I crossed my legs and put my hand at the top of the table before looking at her.

It was a face Maya hadn't seen since the Spire; a face that should have been dead. "Welcome to the Under-Architecture, Maya," the figure said, turning around. It was the "Heiress"; not the child, but a version of her that appeared to be in her late teens, her skin translucent, her eyes a swirling vortex of violet data. "I told you I was a fast reader. I’ve already finished the first chapter of your children’s lives. Shall we see how the second one ends?"

She turned her head with a chin flick and flirtatious smirk. “That’s right. My family did arrange a fiance for me. But what about it? “I have money and power. Not only can I have a fiance, but I can also keep a few male escorts like an ancient empress, can’t I?” The surrounding employees burst into laughter. “Ms. Hall is absolutely right!” “Exactly! For a woman as outstanding as Ms. Hall, having a few men is perfectly normal!” I watched the troupe of clowns coldly. “You actually take that ‘heiress’ title so seriously?

she said, “they are going to hate me more when I show up looking like this beside you.” I smirked. They were going to have a fit and that was certain. Afterall, their numerous candidates could never beat Estelle's ethereal beauty. “You're right,” I said with a smile, offering her my arm to hold onto like a gentleman. She took it grudgingly and we walked across the large hallway to the entrance of the banquet hall. We waited for the butler at the door to announce our presence. “The Alpha, Zen Xerxes of The Bloodfang pack and his companion, Princess Estelle,” I smiled at the butler, tipping him a gold coin as I passed him.