Return Of The Real Heiress: Secrets And Masks by Caspian Wood

My Billionaire Family 1

In the heartland where rustic routines and predictable landscapes often prevailed, Saphira was a whisper of novelty that danced on the breeze, defying the clichés of a behindhand place.

This small town was no ordinary collection of homes; it was a tapestry of pristine, cobblestone paths, quaint mini-mansions that whispered tales of cozy comfort, and log cabins adorned with designer flair.

Tucked away at the serene base of a slumbering mountain, a vision arrested your gaze: a contemporary courtyard that stood as a testament to architectural harmony. It was a fusion of minimalist elegance and style, where tradition met modernity in a seamless blend. And what a revelation it was to learn that the architect of this masterpiece was Cherise Leach, a young woman on the cusp of her twenties.

In the courtyard, a young guy with a youthful face looked around, his eyes big and full of amazement. "Wow, this looks like a picture from a book, the new kind of town. Are there any secret experts here?"

This little guy was Yves Leach, the baby of the Leach family from Betrico. Ever since he arrived in Saphira, he'd been exploring like he'd found a brand new place.

"Andy, didn't Shirley say this place was all broken down and the people were having a tough time? But check out these houses! They're building fancy villas. This spot is even cooler than our Leach manor!" Yves chirped, his teenage energy buzzing. At the tender age of thirteen, he was a walking, talking chatterbox.

"Yves, take a seat and stay out of trouble," Andy Leach, Yves's cousin, instructed, his eyes scanning the bustling courtyard with a touch of confusion.

one of

open, and a tall figure stepped in, bathed in sunlight, moving with

but exclaim, "Wow, I think we've got a fairy

as surprised. "You must be Cherise. I'm Andy, your cousin. We met when you

his heart racing with a mix of emotions. It had been years, and

a tight embrace, to spill out the words that had been bottled up for so long about how much he'd missed her. But instead, he stood there, his hands balled into fists, his eyes glistening with the

Cherise, realizing that none of the so-called beauties back

shoes, as if she didn't even have to try, which made her beauty even more striking. His chest puffed out with a

"He heard about your grandmother's sudden passing and thought you should be with family

with you?" Cherise inquired, her gaze meeting

let him come. Uncle Sean's leg injury from years back keeps him from traveling, so his son Yves is here with me." Cherise's expression remained calm, reflecting her lack of surprise that her

I'll head to Betrico once

Garcia, had a pact with her paternal grandfather, Oliver Leach: if she was unable to care for Cherise upon her 22nd birthday, Cherise would return to the Leach family fold. However, endowed

been part of the Leach family,