Unscramble Heiress Novels & Stories

"No, e. I just saw it now." "She's a daughter of a famous tycoon and a former actress. Unica hija is therefore the only heir. Graduated with latin honors in Ateneo. My cousin proposed to her but didn't answer. She said she already likes someone," he continued. I have no interest in the speaker's personal life. "He mentioned a name there in the magazine, e. I just forgot." It was a pain in the ass. I could barely understand what the speaker was saying because Harry was speaking next to me. If I only knew he's still that talkative, I should have avoided him.

I asked Sebastian, not looking up. “The heiress,” he said. “Officially.” “Officially,” I repeated. “No interviews about her.” That bothered me more than resistance ever could. I searched for her name yet again. Vanderbilt heiress. Alessandra Vanderbilt. The results were thin. A Wikipedia page. A family tree. Her name is listed without a hyperlink. I clicked it, and nothing happened, even though I had done this several times. I leaned back, lips pressing into a thin smile that didn’t reach anywhere else.

Before Her Heir. Sienna’s breath caught. “Her Heir,” she whispered. Harvey’s face paled. “No. No, Sienna, you don’t understand. It’s not just about the bloodline. It’s what you’re meant to do with it. You’re not just the heir... you are the one who will either break the curse or become its next victim.” Sienna looked at the journal again, her heart racing. The final words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain: Her Heir. Her destiny had just been laid bare before her, and she had no idea how to stop the storm that was about to break.

"Mielle! She's Adharia Navier Valler, the Chairman's beloved sister! The Heiress of the Vasquez Companies! Are you insane?!" Her face turned pale as she realized what she has done. She put the vase down, trembling, and broke into tears. "H-Heiress! Forgive me, it was all their fault! They made me do it, I'm innocent!" She begged and I told an employee to call the company's Doctor to check on Caspian.

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.

She instinctively inched closer to Liam for protection. She glanced around her, then turned to Jack, fuming, and screamed, "What are you going to do to me, Jack? Have you forgotten who I am? I'm the heiress to the Bristow family, and my father will get back at you for this if you touch even a single hair on my head! Let me go right now, Jack, and I will pretend none of this happened."

Then Lena leaned close again and whispered one final sentence. A sentence that turned the situation from betrayal… into war. “You should thank me,” Lena murmured. “Because from now on…” “I’m the heiress.”

I think I never felt so scared in my whole life until now. “ W-What?” “ Don’t feign ignorance, woman. It wasn’t an heir….after all this time, we’re looking for an heiress..” Shit. I shook my head, feeling and hearing everything over and over again. “ We’re looking for heiress….we’re looking for you.”

she said and paused "The winner of this task is already known to us since I called everyone's income out and so, Mitchell Campbell is the new heiress to the Campbell's properties" she announced "What?!! That's not possible grandma! How can you allow her to rule over us? You know how grumpy she is already. If you make her the heiress, she will be so full of herself and won't have regard for anyone" John said "I never mentioned attitude when I gave you the tasks. Mitchell won this so you have to accept her as the heiress and put in your best next time" Grandma said

And those who had wronged me would soon understand that. I would rebuild. And when I did, they would all see exactly who Isabella Laurent truly was. The heiress. The queen. The one they could never break.