Under The Heiress' Facade Novelas e Histórias

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.

I was walking straight into the den of my enemies. Even if I was Mia Roberts on the outside, Athena Mallway still lived beneath the disguise. And Athena remembered everything. I inhaled deeply and stepped into the mansion. The interior stole the breath from my lungs. Crystal chandeliers hung from impossibly high ceilings, casting golden light over polished marble floors. A sweeping staircase curved gracefully toward the upper levels, and the air carried the faint scent of expensive flowers and aged wood. Every detail radiated wealth This was the kind of life that should have been ours.

Vanessa followed shortly after. Leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, Vanessa smirked. “Isabella, aren’t you afraid? Digging up other people’s dirt like this… what happens when yours comes out?” Isabella’s eyes narrowed slightly, a cold glint flashing within them. She turned, voice indifferent. “Who doesn’t have secrets in this industry? You included… Miss Hartley.” She deliberately emphasized the surname. Then, as if recalling something, she added lightly— “Speaking of which… doesn’t the title ‘mistress pretending to be a rich heiress’ suit you quite well? Saves me the trouble of coming up with a headline when I expose you.”

“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 grew up inside all of this. I grew up outside it, it’s easier to risk a life you never fully trusted was yours to begin with." Sebastian, driving, said nothing, but Wren saw his hand tighten briefly on the wheel, the particular stillness of a man absorbing something he hadn't fully considered before — the different weights the two sisters had carried into this same inheritance, one raised inside the wealth that had been built on their great-grandfather's ruin, the other raised entirely outside it, each of them paying a different price for the same buried theft.

Behind her, a servant waited, head bowed. “They found the study,” the servant said softly. “I know,” Helena murmured. “What shall we do?” She smiled—cold, certain. “Nothing. Let them believe the curse bends for them. The moon always collects its debt.” Her reflection flickered against the glass: pale eyes, thin lips, the echo of a woman who once loved and learned never to admit it. Outside, thunder rolled again. Inside, the heir’s lie began to unravel.

The crest of a certain powerful and influential family. The young woman looked up at the soaring glass ceiling of the Wisteria Heights building, a small, mirthless smile playing on her lips. They thought she was a "loser." They thought she was a servant. They had no idea that the girl clearing their floors was the heir to a legacy that had once toppled an empire. She was a hidden heir. And she was a winner. And in the city of Wisteria, a new game was about to begin. The "loser" was back. And this time, she was coming for everything.