Novel & Cerita Under The Heiress' Facade

They knew exactly who I was. "Is that the little charity case he’s been keeping hidden away in his penthouse?" another woman mocked, laughing softly behind her lace fan. "She actually thought she deserved to be his Heiress . How pathetic. A nameless, penniless nobody thinking she could ever match a titan like Malakai Thorne. She was nothing but a temporary pet, and she actually thought she was special." The cruel laughter pressed in on me from all sides. The walls of the ballroom felt like they were collapsing inward, suffocating me. The velvet mask on my face suddenly felt like a tight, choking noose.

I didn’t need Vanessa to finish the sentence to know where she was going with it. She stepped back, shaking her head as if I disgusted her. “A fake will always be a fake. Do you really think a few fancy words in front of a big shot will change anything? Will Valen Gravestone even remember your name when he leaves? No. The world will only see me, Vanessa Cardwell, the real heiress as the face of this merger. And you?” She tilted her head mockingly. “You’re nothing.” My voice was ice. “Get out.”

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.

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.

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

My gaze rests on the pale heiress, accessing her. Even while she stands, appearing unimpressed by all in her sight, a ring of naive men surrounds her, fawning over the front of apathy and standoffishness she's erected. Though, surely not only that wall of dispassion must have risen amidst those incompetent creatures. I broke through that fence years ago, once upon a soulless night, to understand that all about her which glitters and entices the weak are but from a false sense of bravado.

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.