Unscramble Heiress Novels & Stories

Within days, the drama reached William. Victor knelt before him, refusing to stand. “I want to break off this engagement with her!” … Growing up, I was taught that, as the heiress of the Grant family, I could never afford to be ruled by emotion. Trusting business partners? Seven parts trust, three parts caution—that was the rule. Had no one ever taught Victor the same? Maybe not. Or perhaps it was because he had been spoiled from the moment he was born. His mother, once a mistress who married into the Harlow family, had been a beloved former actress. Despite her origins, she’d secured unwavering affection and favor.

He said. "I've been working my butt off for everyone all my life" "And It's time for me to step down and enjoy the rest of my life" I was so shocked. Don't tell me. "It's time to introduce the new successor of Madden Group of Hospitals and Madden Realty Group" No way. Not yet. "Let me introduce to you, my one and only heiress, the reason for all of my hard work. Soline Madden" My mouth dropped. I want to throw tantrums at dad but everyone is looking at me including the men I slept with.

"You're a pathetic bitch who sleeps with everyone for money, and you dare to call me a loser." Without any hesitation, she slaps me across the face. My guards seize her when she screams. "You're a loser and a nobody, Hestia!!" She screams while my guards are restricting her. I gestured them to stop and they stop, then I face her. "I am Princess Hestia Katana Astaril, heir to the throne of the house Astaril in Greece, and you call me a nobody." I shook my head and I can see the shock on her face.

This was my battle and I will fight it alone. “You believe, huh, uncle? I will see how you do that. And who says bastards aren't heirs? I, Jessica Holly, is the heir to this empire. You bow to me!” I snarled at him. He uttered a scoff and dumped the papers on my desk. “These show the conditions to your access as the heir.” He said and I dropped my gaze to the papers. I picked them up and the first line made my legs wobbly. What?

she said shyly as the Alden heir’s name rolled off her mouth. “Yes, you should do that, dear. It will be great to show her the socialite ways, and it will do us some good too,” my mother said, who had been quiet for a while. As if the Alden heiress wouldn't know who to be friends with. They are ignoring the fact she is rumoured to be the underworld heiress. I have heard about her. She is ruthless when doing business. I think she is called Sable. It means sharp, black, merciless. A person like that would never be fooled.

I was Celeste Kingsley, the heiress, the investor, and the woman no one could ignore. The world had no idea what was coming.

“Being treated like… somebody.” Rodrigo tilted his head slightly. “You were an heiress before your parents died. This shouldn’t be new to you. Except there is something about you that I don’t know yet” Hazel’s chest tightened. He was right. She was an Heiress. A Daughter of an Alpha—Someone who mattered. Well, That girl was gone. The lump in her throat grew, but she forced it down. She refused to cry. Not in front of him. Not in front of anyone.

Uncle Win had sent me a photo—wait. This girl . . . It's . . . "She's the heiress of Crystal Empire, Adam, but she lives a low-key life." What the hell.

I questioned him, trying to put the pieces together. But then I remembered Gina and my heart ached. She must be the one who instigated this. She was back, and getting Damon to divorce me was what she had always wanted. She knew that according to the principles of my family, if my marriage with Damon ended, I would lose everything including my position as the heiress and be tossed aside because none of us was allowed to fail in our marriage, in order not to taint the perfect, successful marriages of my family's history.

"The headline needs to be brutal. Say mafia heiress retaliates against whistleblower. Once the traffic goes up, she will be scared." Clara folded in on herself when she heard her own voice. She did not cry for the cameras this time. There were no cameras. There was only a judge, a court reporter, and the words she had thought would be clever enough to disappear. The judgment was not the harshest possible, but it hurt enough. Public correction. Damages. A restraining order covering me and my company. Her role in the defamatory campaign entered into the kind of background record that financial firms read very carefully.