Unscramble Heiress Novels & Stories

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.”

He didn't look homeless, and one can tell from one glance that he is well-read. The truth is I was not finding any of his questions funny as I felt miserable and pained from all the embarrassment I had earlier encountered. I pulled down my shirt for him to see out of annoyance. “Here it is sir, it is a fucking birthmark and I hate it, I will gladly give you if you want it," I said in frustration. “I'm so sorry to bother you my lady, but I happen to come from London, and this mark of yours is a mark that is mostly associated with the royal family, I think if that mark is real, that you may be a princess,” he said, looking surprised at his own words.

Shella cringed at the thought that crossed her mind. "You have a crush on Sir Lucas, too, Shella. I could accept it if he had chosen one of us. But not that brat. We don't even know where she came from" She was exasperated. "Is she a secret heiress like Madame Skye? I don't think so. She is too pathetic for such drama" She rolled her eyes and scoffed in contempt. "I'm a heiress but it's not a secret. Not a pathetic too"

“Yes Lucianna” “After you, my lady” She smiled, and the maids paved the way immediately, I smiled and led the way as they all walked behind me, I was coming downstairs when I sighted Ji-hoon standing with his parents, and holy moly I'm happy that handsome Greek god is mine, cause I would be so mad and jealous if he's someone else's The clicking sound of my red bottom heels of course got their attention and they all turned toward me “My baby” Mrs Haera Kuwaiti called out as she walked up to me, I came down to the last stairs and she pulled me into her arms kissing me on both cheeks

“Hardly. I came to remind you that you don’t own this space; you don’t own this city. Tonight, the spotlight isn’t just yours.” With that, I turned my gaze to Gabriella, who took a small step back, observing me with equal parts disdain and intrigue. “Congratulations on your new partnership,” I said, my openness a strategic mask for the confidence bubbling beneath. “Though we all know you’re merely a pawn in Andre’s elaborate chess game.” Gasps spread through the attendees at my audacity, their eyes darting between the three of us, hungry for the unfolding drama. Gabriella lifted her chin, an unmistakable defiance glimmering in her icy gaze. “And you must be the runaway heiress who’s chosen t

He straightened, then returned the candle to its upright position, and the He was here, in my room, flirting for a reason. “Everyone is going to want something from you soon, Heiress.” Marcus smiled. “The question is: How many of us want something you’re willing to give?” Even just the sound of his voice, the way he phrased things—I could feel myself wanting to lean toward him. This was ridiculous. “Stop calling me Heiress,” I shot back. “And if you turn “That’s the thing, Mystery Girl. I don’t think I’m turning anything into a riddle. I don’t think I have to. You are a riddle, a puzzle, a game—my grandfather’s last.”

Clare Haistings gives me a hug, her sweet perfume filling up my nostrils. It makes me want to vomit. “Hey twin.are you enjoying the party?”she asks but doesn’t let me answer. “Everyone is enjoying themselves and the presents look really good, our guests really outdid themselves”she gushes. Her sparkly dress shimmers every time she moves. And the ruby red necklace she is doning looks amazing on top of her cleavage. She looks perfect.

None realized the girl who fetched water from the well yesterday could command them as their rightful queen tomorrow. Isolde Mirean, the healer, intercepted her with a bundle of herbs and a look of grim certainty. “There are wounds coming that my hands alone can’t mend,” she said, pressing the pouch into Serenya’s palms. “But hearts break more easily than bones. Remember that, heiress.” The word landed like a spark in dry tinder. Heiress. Was Isolde guessing, or did she truly know? Serenya swallowed hard, concealing her reaction with a nod.

If anything, the person who’s got something to loose if things go wrong is her, not me. As I walk toward the damn cruiser, the bag with my things in one hand, and her suitcase in the other, following her down the path like some lovesick puppy, I can’t stop thinking about what Maria said. I can’t stop thinking about those words, her suggestions, ever since she said them. I mean, I am not going to whore myself out for money, or for the idea of chasing the legal heiress out of her money, but damn it, it’s tempting. It’s tempting when I look at the way she walks, those long legs in those heels, the way her tanned skins glistens in the morning sunlight. Every step she takes, every move, is filled

“You can keep lying if it makes you feel safe. But safety is an illusion, Iris. Lesiana is still hunting. She hasn’t forgotten. She won’t forget. And if she learns what I suspect—if she learns you’re more than a convenient Beta in Oakwood—she’ll tear you apart piece by piece.” Lesiana. The sound of her name was enough to send ice through my veins. My vision blurred for a heartbeat, and I tasted blood where I’d bitten my tongue. I wanted to scream at him to stop, to leave me alone, to take his knives-for-words and cut someone else open. But the sound of her name rooted me to the ground. “She’s looking for someone,” he continued. “Someone who escaped her once. Someone she swore she’d find. Doe