Unscramble Heiress Novels & Stories

“Do you really have to go? Why?” Heaving a sigh, Steffy looked at her sincerely. “I can’t explain everything but the truth is, I am an heiress, and I have responsibilities. And one of these responsibilities is—it’s all that I can say to you, Marie Joyce. You really shouldn’t be involved.” “You are an heiress? What does that mean?” Marie pressed on. “I can’t really tell you.” Marie felt her chest tightening and her stomach flipping. ‘Of course, you won’t tell.’ She sank to her chair while she unmindfully tugged and twisted the tips of her curls.

“I am trying to help, yet you are giving me difficulties. Hun. What gentle man ignores a lady?” He lifted his eyebrows thrice before his gaze could catch a proper glimpse of her. “Who are you?” “Hun!” She sounded surprised. “Don’t you know me? How can you not know me?” “On which currency are you drawn?” He raised a savaging question. “Don’t you remember me? I am Elsie. Cohen’s only sister. An heiress of Lucas Family,” she introduced, fastly. “We stumbled onto each other some days back. You even wanted to be friends with me.”

After leaving my husband, who did not love me, I restored my status as an heir to a super-rich family. With newfound clarity and determination, I reclaimed my birthright and embraced the responsibility that came with it. No longer bound by the constraints of a loveless marriage, I embarked on a journey of self-discovery and empowerment, guided by the unwavering support of my family. As I stepped into my role as heiress, I vowed to honor the legacy of generations past while forging my own path towards a future defined by resilience, strength, and unabashed authenticity.

The questions gnawed at me, but I forced myself to focus on the task at hand—stopping Emily and Jessica. My daughter’s voice broke through my thoughts. “Turn left here, Auntie Sarah!” she directed, her small finger pointing at the map. Sarah followed her instructions without hesitation, the car weaving through the less crowded back roads. My hands trembled slightly as I applied the last touches of mascara. I took a deep breath, glancing at my reflection in the car mirror. Gone was the scared, broken girl from six years ago. I had transformed myself—physically, mentally, and professionally. I was no longer the weak victim. I was Susan Davidson, the rightful heir to the Davidson Corporation.

Alice was a bit surprised to see the sender's name "From Valentino". She wasn't expecting this but she kinda knew it was going to be for something anyways. Alice opened the box and unwrapped the surface of the stuff to get a better view of what was inside. Finally, she got to the point where you could see what was inside, and surprisingly it was a lemon strapless dress with some matching jewelry. She couldn't believe that Valentino sent her the dress, so she stood to her feet and dragged the dress ripped out of the box only to see that it was a short dress which made it look sexier and more like her style.

The words hit like a live wire: In the event the line of legal heirs is compromised, all designated Cross assets revert to Alina Rivers. For a second, I just stare. Then a slow, sharp smile pulls at my mouth. “Of course,” I whisper. “You brilliant bastard.” Because that clause doesn’t just name me, it gives me leverage over the Cross empire itself. If Nathaniel’s line is tainted, if Elena’s power play crumbles, then everything falls straight into my hands. I lean back, laugh once—low, bitter, satisfied. Checkmate’s closer than they think. The phone buzzes again. Theo.

It was night time now, both of us in her room. “So you’re saying your mother is Catherine Estrada..as in founder of Haleon Global and one of the leading figures of the women's revolution?” “Yes, that's her..” Lena stared in shock…”woah…no way! And you’re supposed to be the heir to her company?!” I nodded again. “That’s it..” “Ellia…this..this …this is crazy.” “Well..” I sighed, leaning back into the sofa I was sitting on. “To gas how my life has been this past week.”

The creatures weren't just destroying the walls; they were destroying everything, and they moved with purpose, with coordination, as if they weren't mindless beasts but something far more sinister. "Raina!" My mother again, more frantic now. And beneath it, I heard footsteps—my stepfather's heavy boots thundering up the stairs. The spell broke. I spuned away from the window and ran for the door, my mind suddenly flooding with survival instinct. The house lurched beneath my feet—an actual physical lurch, as if the ground itself was trembling. Dust rained down from the ceiling, and I heard the crack of wood splitting as the structure groaned under stress.

"No, of course, not! Why would you even think of that? I'm only here for business, babe. She's the heiress of the Ash & Glamour Group, Clarissa Moore." My eyes widened in horror, as the name sink into my head. "What?!!"

"Screaming won't solve the matter. The worst part of it, is that the Heiress is my maid…" "What do you mean Imelda…?" "Cassandra is the Heiress." She pouted her lips annoyingly. "After all my stay in that family, I couldn't get that staff, you're just a forsaken mother. A bitch… A good for nothing Mother." Candi couldn't say a word to her daughter, she watched her abuse her. "I wasn't told, I heard it with my two ears just before you came in." She added. Candi got on her feet. "So she is Maricar… does she have the medal or the mark?"