After vanishing for eighteen years, a young woman returns home to discover she is the heir to a vast fortune. Her sudden reappearance draws the attention of her former best friend, whose motives may not be as friendly as they seem.
whatever happens whoever asks you never have to give up something you want just because Because somebody else wants it more. She searched my face for a long time. Then she nodded.
The heart heiress. Recovered after 18 years. It was the only story in the valley that week. I planned a gala.
Investors. Founders. Boards. Every family we'd ever done business with.
I stood at the front of the room with my eyes on the entrance. Waiting to see my daughter. The doors opened. Chloe waltzed in wearing a gorgeous gown.
Custom ivory silk. Six weeks of fitting. It was made for Nora. Worn by the girl trying to replace her.
I hate to say it, but the little bitch wore it perfectly. Her makeup was flawless down to the shape of her brows. Her smile was already in place, pitched for a room she had never once been in. The smile came off my face like something falling.
Aha, our girl owns the whole room. Julian can't take his eyes off her. Chloe's smart. Fed the NPC a fake schedule so she'd miss her own party.
20-cow glam, 150-cow gown. Mom paid for all of it. Enjoy it, queen! $20,000. That's true. I had approved that invoice myself.
The room made a sound. 600 people all at once. That's the hard girl. The one who was taken. I expected her to be rough-looking. You'd never know she wasn't raised in this.