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Make Me An Heiress

Make Me An Heiress

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Parts 36

MatureOngoing1h 38m

Last published Thu, Aug 13, 2026

Fiction

Romance

Billionaires and CEOs

Dark Romance

Slow Burn

Tagsadultfiction adultthemes billionaire darkfiction darkromance

Charu Sharma only believed information is power. She believes in leverage. Born in a family where dreams start and end on middle class needs, her dreams for luxury make her learn hone skills of watching, learning and waiting. In a household where visibility can be punished she chose to hide her ambitions while planning to climb a social ladder. She leant to manipulate, she learnt to act and she observed the world she wishes to be a part of. Atharv Agnihotri, heir to an empire, saw through her at a wedding in Bhopal. A man never told no now faced a woman who listens to no one lest it fulfill her purpose. To her death is acceptable but bowing is not. Who will bow, the heir the or the social climber?

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