Unscramble Heiress Novels & Stories

"S-Sorry." "Look, miss, look what you've done! Damn---wait, are you Keisha Santillan?" My forehead creased because I know her; when she removed her glasses, my jaw dropped; she looks sophisticated. And if I'm not mistaken, she was a famous model and commonly known as the only heiress of Jacinto Entertainment. "Y-Yes, it's me," I don't know why I'm so nervous as we wait for our order. I don't know how she persuaded me; I was preoccupied. I really had a bad feeling about this; it seems like something will happen that I won't like.

By the time she snapped back to her senses, he had pulled her closer. "Jessica, do you really not remember me?" Staring at Cedar's face so close to hers, Jessica felt a moment of disorientation, but she quickly regained control and tried to shove him away. "What are you doing? Let go, you hear me?" Instead, Cedar's grip around her waist tightened, pulling her even closer. Jessica's breath caught in her throat, as a surge of embarrassment and anger washed over her. "I said, let go!" As the esteemed heiress of Regal Crest Group, she had never been subjected to such humiliation.

Prescott's search for a suitable heiress, and I was the chosen one. I puzzled over Mrs. Prescott's intentions, my mind racing with questions. "But how can I be heiress when I'm not directly related to her?" I asked "I'm only carrying her grandson's child. Why does she want me to be heiress and take over? Is that even possible?" "It's not about blood ties," he explained. "Mrs. Prescott's obsession with having an heiress stems from her desire for control and legacy. She believes a female successor will ensure the Prescott family's empire endures."

“Only a qualified girl can be by your side-” “Believe me, she's more than qualified,” Liam grumbled. “Haley is the secret heiress of the DG Group. Is that what you wanted to hear? Are you satisfied?” However, the woman didn't look satisfied. She looked as if she'd lost her tongue. “That's the biggest joke of the century!” She scoffed. “How can this filthy girl with no background be an heiress-” “You can do your research.” Liam interrupted her. “And for the last time, Mum, leave Haley alone. I haven't changed my mind that I can choose her over you.”

"What do you want?" "Anthony, take a good look. Do you know who this is?" Janice pointed the camera at Summer. When Anthony got a clear look, he instantly sat up straight. "Janice, are you crazy? She's the heiress of Hartford Group!" Janice clenched her teeth and said, "And I'm the heiress of Power Construction! What's so special about her?" "What are you trying to do?" Anthony asked anxiously. "Summer, are you hurt? What did she do to you?"

"From now on, your pack won't get any help from Crimson Ridge pack. I'll also notify other packs to cancel their cooperation with you immediately!" "The Iron Claw pack, Red River pack, Moonstone pack - they'll all hear about this by morning." Only then did Ivy realize what was happening, her face turning deathly pale. "What Alpha?" Her voice cracked with disbelief. She looked between Hayes and me, her mind finally processing what she'd been too arrogant to see. "Sage... is she Crimson Ridge pack's Alpha?" The words came out as barely a whisper. Marcus closed his eyes in defeat, his voice hollow. "The Alpha heiress I told you about. The one whose identity I never knew."

Like she couldn’t breathe properly. “Elara?” That voice Her heart skipped. She turned quickly. “Ryan…” For a second, relief flashed across her face. Finally. Someone on her side. Ryan walked toward her, dressed in a neat black suit, his usual confident smile on his face. He looked her up and down, then smirked slightly. “Where’s my heiress?” he said playfully. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” The word hit differently now. Heiress. Elara forced a small smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Ryan, I”

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐭-𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐀𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐭 The liquid manifestation of the Heiress did not hold a stable shape. It rippled and tore like dark satin under a heavy wind, her amethyst-tinted visage stretched into jagged, geometric angles before snapping back into the cruel, youthful likeness of Helen Vance.

They were memorizing my face like he was trying to carve it into his skull. “So stop lowering your gaze,” he scolded, but his voice softened at the edges. “Stop swallowing your words. Stop acting like the heiress title is a costume you can take off. You ARE the heiress. Whether they like it or not. And every time you shrink, every time you say ‘I’m just an omega’, you tell them they were right to treat you like garbage.”

Does he know that? "N-No...anyways you knew her! Younger than your age but...she's...fine," his tone get slower and slower. "What's her name?" I asked and raised a brow. His eyes lit up like it was a sign that I also likes his idea. "She's the heiress of the Hepburn Communications! Millicent Jaiyana Hepburn! Do you remember her? It's Millijay!" He said exaggeratedly.