Under The Heiress' Facade Novels & Stories

“Smart girl. Don’t worry — I’m not interested in your little love story. I have bigger plans.” He walked to the desk and handed me an envelope — thick, unmarked. “This will cover the exact amount. No more, no less. Deliver it to Heather, and she’ll have no excuse to linger.” I took it, my hands shaking. It was heavier than I expected, like it carried more than just money. “And the favor?” I asked quietly. “When?” His gaze turned cold and his mouth curved into a grin before he said, “It wouldn't be fun if I tell you now, would it, princess?"

If she tries to take it from me, I will destroy her. I’ve spent too long building this mask to let it slip now. When my parents look at me, they see the daughter they raised. When society looks at me, they see the flawless Black heiress. When Lucas looks at me, he will see his future wife. And when Hannah looks at me? I will smile at her, hug her, whisper “welcome home” while quietly tightening the noose

Vivienne Laurent had learned long ago how to disappear in plain sight. She stood at the far end of the ballroom, beneath a crystal chandelier that glittered like a frozen constellation, holding a champagne flute she had no intention of drinking. The glass tower of Laurent International loomed beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, its mirrored surface reflecting the city lights below. From a distance, she looked like exactly what she was supposed to be: a poised billionaire heiress, draped in silk, her dark hair swept into an elegant twist.

she said and paused "The winner of this task is already known to us since I called everyone's income out and so, Mitchell Campbell is the new heiress to the Campbell's properties" she announced "What?!! That's not possible grandma! How can you allow her to rule over us? You know how grumpy she is already. If you make her the heiress, she will be so full of herself and won't have regard for anyone" John said "I never mentioned attitude when I gave you the tasks. Mitchell won this so you have to accept her as the heiress and put in your best next time" Grandma said

I thought that my family had tried to find me so fervently, using every method they had, because they wanted to make up for lost time. It was only later that I knew that because Anna's identity as a fake heiress was found out by their competitor, everyone in the business shunned the Swans for abandoning their biological daughter, causing their stocks to plummet. That was why they tried to look for me, as if they'd gone mad. If not, they would've forgotten about me ages ago. Meanwhile, the others had already started slaughtering the seabirds with almost manic enthusiasm, muttering their achievements under their breath as they killed.

“Hardly. I came to remind you that you don’t own this space; you don’t own this city. Tonight, the spotlight isn’t just yours.” With that, I turned my gaze to Gabriella, who took a small step back, observing me with equal parts disdain and intrigue. “Congratulations on your new partnership,” I said, my openness a strategic mask for the confidence bubbling beneath. “Though we all know you’re merely a pawn in Andre’s elaborate chess game.” Gasps spread through the attendees at my audacity, their eyes darting between the three of us, hungry for the unfolding drama. Gabriella lifted her chin, an unmistakable defiance glimmering in her icy gaze. “And you must be the runaway heiress who’s chosen t

she asked, her tone cold but curious. “She’s claiming that the only reason you got the lead role in The Heiress Escape is because you’re pregnant,” Paul said, his voice tight with frustration. “She’s saying the studio’s picking you for the vulnerability you bring as a mother-to-be, and that you’ve somehow paid your way into the role.” Suzanne’s chest tightened, a combination of disbelief and fury bubbling up inside her. “What?” she breathed, incredulity coating her words. “Paid my way in? She’s going that far?”

"You want me to pretend to be you." "For one night. One gala. You smile, you stand next to him, you let people take pictures, and tomorrow I'm back and none of this ever happened." Isabella's hands were shaking slightly, and she pressed them flat against her thighs as if she could will them still. "We look enough alike. We always have, nobody’s going to be looking that closely at a fiancée they've met twice." "Why can't you do it yourself, Isabella. The real question. Not the gala — why can't you be in a room tonight."

She was a heiress to a big family yet she was different from all the heiresses that he had seen. The others had been excited because of the wealth that would come out from marrying into the Jin family. Whenever they came to the Jin family with their families who came there in the name of friendship but in reality they came to market their daughters so they would be liked by the Jins. These heiresses would always act like they were already the Young Madam of the family. They would put on airs and look down upon the staff and servants at the Jin family.

“Do you really have to go? Why?” Heaving a sigh, Steffy looked at her sincerely. “I can’t explain everything but the truth is, I am an heiress, and I have responsibilities. And one of these responsibilities is—it’s all that I can say to you, Marie Joyce. You really shouldn’t be involved.” “You are an heiress? What does that mean?” Marie pressed on. “I can’t really tell you.” Marie felt her chest tightening and her stomach flipping. ‘Of course, you won’t tell.’ She sank to her chair while she unmindfully tugged and twisted the tips of her curls.