Novel & Cerita Unscramble Heiress

Some apologies, when they arrive too late, are only useful as farewells. Six months later, I officially became CEO of Nero Harbor. At the celebration, my father pinned a black obsidian Bellandi brooch to my dress and said softly, "Welcome home, princess." This time, I didn't hate the title. A princess wasn't someone who waited to be saved. A princess could also be the person holding the contracts, the docks, the fleets, and the direction of her own life. Grace left Chicago later. I heard she changed her name and became a receptionist in another state, still posting vague claims about powerful people persecuting her. No one believed her anymore.

Eynas assisted his queen in her seat. Astra put her face to his face. She looked at him and smiled. "I'm fine" she mumbled and turned her redhead in front of her broods. "Let's welcome, the first heiress of the Erasmus Kingdom!" She growls. "And I declare war among dragons and humans! We will restore our dragon power, the Heart of Magic from them! Scream for me! Scream!" Astra made an extreme growl and all of them made a rumbling sound.

Cassia had already tried on insisting for Hector to allow Trix to see the list while she was being prepared but Hector refused to do so. Once she was dressed, her hair was done, her face painted, and she was adorned with jewels Hector was let in. Hector stopped in his tracks as Trix came into full view. She was beautiful. She was no longer just any girl. She was the future empress of Rome. Hector was in such awe that he fell on his knee and bowed. Trix giggled and Hector realized how foolish what he had done must have seemed. He straightened himself and greeted her. "You look marvelous Trix."

He started. “Oh, yes. I just moved here some time ago to take care of a few business here.” She replied with the same level of politeness as before. “I see, that explains everything. By the way, my name is Jean, Jean Charme, what is your name, mademoiselle?” “My name is Gilda, Gilda Agavos.” Hearing the last name Agavos, Jean raised his brow. “Pardon me, but could you be related to the Atlas Agavos or a family member of his?”

The headlines were eye-catching. "Shocking! The Queen of Livestreaming, Giselle, Is Revealed to Be the Heiress of a Wealthy Family!"

“You can’t do that. No one has met the Davi wine heiress. She’s been kept away from everyone since her uncle’s incarceration and parents’ death by her grandfather.” “Your behavior is unacceptable; therefore, I will not provide further explanation. You’ve met the heiress. You just didn’t know it, and your elitist attitude hurt you more than helped you.” April herded Beatrice toward the door out of her suite. She used her points of conversation to move her along. “You can’t know that.” Beatrice shook her head as though she protested April’s words in disbelief.

"Oh, Grandma, I don't want to take anything from anyone. I never asked for any of this." "Of course you didn't, sweet child," Abigail purrs. "That's what makes you so deserving. You have grace, humility, proper breeding. Everything a true heiress should possess." I notice the way servants place elaborate dishes in front of everyone else but hesitate near me. The food looks exquisite, perfectly prepared, yet I don't reach for anything. My hands remain in my lap, my posture perfect and my expression serene. Vivienne doesn't bother with subtlety.

“Now it’s time for your truth.” I frown. “What truth, Grandma? That I didn’t really die two years ago? That I only hid until Father’s killer could be found?” She hesitates. Breath sharp. Then her gaze hardens, fierce, determined. “No. The truth I’ve hidden from everyone. That you, Alexa Hills, are the heiress to Hills Corps and Hills Fusion. And now, it’s time to announce you as the rightful owner.” I stare at her, stunned. The air rips out of my lungs.

"I'll get your usual caramel latte with extra whip, right?" I smiled, she remembered. "Yeah." Natalie hurried off, returning minutes later with my drink and a giant blueberry muffin. "On the house," she said, plopping into the chair across from me. "Now SPILL. How does a billionaire heiress end up working a normal job and hiding her identity?" I took a sip of the latte perfect, as always before sighing. "Long story." "We've got time," Natalie said, propping her chin on her hands.

One slip could ruin everything he had planned. Lucas’s mind raced as he scrutinized the woman more closely. She wasn’t ordinary; her jewelry gleamed with undeniable expense, her pale hands spoke of privilege. This wasn’t some desperate girl...it was a wealthy, entitled heiress, accustomed to bending the rules and bending herself to get what she wanted. The realization made him wary. She wasn’t naive; she was calculating, bold, and probably skilled at using her allure to get exactly what she wanted.