Under The Heiress' Facade Novels & Stories

“This is no coincidence.” Bianca hesitated before speaking. “Sir, if she’s alive, this could complicate things for your brother.” “Complicate?” I laughed darkly. “No, Bianca. This simplifies everything. The Gomez fortune is in flux, and an estranged heiress is the perfect key to unlock it.” Marco’s brow furrowed. “What’s the plan, sir?” “Plan? No plans,” I said, standing and adjusting my suit. Bianca blinked, confused. “But I thought you wouldn’t—”

He declared in a deep voice and Cara lowered her head, wiping a lone tear that trickled down her cheek. “You’ve only one choice. Submit to me!” As he spoke, she felt a shiver run down her spine at the deep resonance of his voice. Cara lifted her gaze to him, and her gloomy hazel eyes met with intriguing grey eyes. *** Where would this forbidden relationship take them? What led the heiress of the most powerful business empire to live under the identity of a deceased girl? Will the hidden heiress ever regain her rightful identity? Who will be Cara’s savior?

Now he came for the nest itself. The moon illuminated the yard brighter than the lamps ever had, bathing the surroundings in a silvery cast. Rage simmered in a controlled heat under my skin. Deep down, I’d known this was coming. Known the heiress wasn’t as innocent as she’d tried to lead me to believe, but I’d fallen for her pillowy lips and silky soft folds. Seeing her in that getaway car was only shocking for the first few seconds. Then I burst out laughing to the surprise of my men, slapping a palm over my forehead at the ridiculousness of it all.

He truly intended to ignore her for a good while and just sat back in his armchair. "Interesting, both friends hiding things. One is a hired assassin, making a lot of money but living an ordinary life. The other is an almost trillionaire heiress pretending to be poor. What other secrets does she have? Zany Bay seems to be helping, I don't doubt that." In her room, Elizabeth was surprised when she saw Gaby arrive. She could hardly believe she could receive a visitor, but Richard had been clear; she just couldn't leave the mansion, yet she was on the verge of a breakdown in her room as she told Gaby everything she had discovered.

he said frustratedly while pinching the bridge of his nose. “You literally said I had a problem with my demeanor," I retorted as I crossed my arms angrily. “My bad, the point I am trying to make is that those heiresses there are not your friends; no matter how nice they seem, believe me, they would stab you the moment you fell. When Miss Adam saw you talking freely with those heiresses who are not even up to your level, she took it as a sign that you are desperate to fit in and that you are unloved,” he said, and I nodded.

"The Rivers heiress gave you this card, right? Well, now that she's here, let's see if she even knows who you are!" Bastien finished. "Now is the time to come clean about your crime, Sebastian!" Hera urged frantically. "Stop making things worse! Even I almost can't be bothered with you. How could the heiress be bothered then?" She looked at Leda and felt a nagging sense of inferiority. She might rival her in beauty and figure, but she could never match her aura or the way she carried herself.

He closed his eyes and could not be bothered to return the greeting. "This is Aunt Hestia. She's Xander's mother." Hestia did her best to control her trembling. "She's not quite there yet." "What?" "She can't pull off being an heiress. She's still missing something. After all, the original is right here." Hestia pointed confidently at Grace. The woman's smile almost disappeared. Clad in identical attire, the contrast in their elegance and poise became starkly apparent. When Grace wore the dress, the air of an heiress seemed more pronounced than ever.

Until now. "This will be a grand debut," father added, his voice rich and stead."And as the Von Heiress, you must look your absolute best. We've arranged for the best designers, jewelers and stylist." I sat up slightly, my excitement growing. "Father, I don't need a grand entrance." I said, though deep down, I knew I didn't entirely mean it. "You underestimate how much this means," Nicholas countered. "You are the most influential woman in the City. People have been for this moment for years." "Says a man who lives under disguise." I replied before letting out a chuckle, shaking my head. I knew Nicholas felt attacked but someone needs to tell him we're not far apart from each other. His the

He said that there is more toil. "What do you need from me?" Saint promised weakly. "We want your power! Your position! And your wealth. And Deus wants to know where the hell is the mafia heiress." Mafia Heiress? Savienna is the real mafia heiress. But I am still claiming it as me because that's what they thought too. "Okay, I got what I wanted. Now I need to erase you to keep your mouth shut." Because of what Saint said, I saw a strange fear that enveloped Gayle's entire being.

Chaewon said, voice hollow. He stared at her. “What?” “She’s wearing a harness under the gown,” Chaewon whispered. “A decoy bump.” “She’s not pregnant,” Jian said. “She’s buying time.” Chaewon’s gaze darkened. “She’s building a narrative. Softening the world. The heiress who ran. The mother who returns. She’s about to take my story and repackage it for an empire.” “Why now?” “She’s activating her inheritance,” Chaewon replied. “Because someone just confirmed it was never me.”