Abandoned Heir You Bet On The Wrong Horse Novels & Stories

ADOPTED HEIR **Nathaniel** Nathaniel's P O V "I can't believe she said no to you. I mean who the hell is she to reject you? Who? Who the hell is she?" Peter yells in annoyance. "I didn't expect she was going to reject you." Paul his twin brother added. "Should we teach her a lesson?" Peter asks. "No! You shouldn't. Leave her alone. I'll get her, I'm not giving up so soon. As annoying and strange as it is, I don't want to give up." I said to them.

She looked at me as it seemed that there were more things she wanted to say, the main reason she was in my room. Before she said it my head already thought it, so I started to shake my head as she said the words “ I am expecting the Alpha heir, it is breading peacefully in my tummy. And it’s not tainted blood like yours, his mum would is a beta, and his father is the Alpha. See if you can beat that “

Agnes announced, “Bad people always find ways to win, or to turn the table around.” Fatma shushed her, “Be quiet, or someone will hear you.” And then she told us her horse, “I will go with Gabriel. He has good intent.” “How about you, Tilly?” Abigail turned to me, even I already told her my answer. I will make use of this opportunity to trick them. “Is this really a bet? Like the winner would get a prize?” No one answered right away, but Agnes did after a few, “Sure. The winner will have a wish from the losers. What do you think Fatma?”

Damon nodded and replied, “It’s all she needs, and she knows horses, loves them.” Cody smiled and said, “Speaking of horses guess what thoroughbred that won the Derby Angel picked up today?” at their curious glances he led them to where he’d stalled Heartbreaker. Damon’s mouth was opening and closing slowly, and no sound was emerging. Hunter laughed and said, “I take it this is a good horse?” Damon scoffed and said “Good is a relative term, oh my God! Hunter your daughter bought Heartbreaker; he’s won so many races. He’s retired now. How did she pick him up?” Cody looked like he had a secret and Damon wanted to know it in the worst way. Hunter found them amusing; he said, “Get on with it.” C

Renea ignored Stella and took the economic book from her bag to read. On the other hand, the bet between Renea, Sophia, and Kailey had been discussed on the school forum. Someone had organized a gambling game, betting on who would win. There had long been posts on the forum about the true and false heiresses of the Morris family. Now many were placing bets on Kailey and Sophia to win. After all, one was the true heiress, while the other was the vice principal’s daughter. No matter how incapable they were, everyone felt that they would be better than Renea, who scored only 249 marks.

Three bassinets. Three newborn babies. Letters taped to each. A. B. C. My hands began shaking. Female Infant A. Ethan leaned over the couch. “Is that us?” Gabriel stared at the photograph. “Yes.” I turned it over. Words had been written on the back. THE WRONG CHILD INHERITED THE MONEY. THE RIGHT CHILD INHERITED THE BLOOD. Below it was a symbol. A circle divided into three sections. Gabriel whispered, “Vale.” I looked at him.

“You were only ever a placeholder, Scarlett. You kept my seat warm, but now the rightful heir is back.” I felt a sharp pain in my chest, but I refused to let them see my weakness. “You abandoned this company, Celeste. You abandoned your own daughter. And now you waltz in here like none of it matters?” She tilted her head. “Eloise was a mistake I’ve since corrected. As for the company, Father always intended it to be mine. You were just… temporary.” I turned to Damian, searching his face for any hint of regret. “And you? Was I temporary to you too?”

Elsewhere, in a high-rise suite overlooking the city, a man poured two glasses of scotch. Across from him sat an older woman. Rowena Rowen. They clinked glasses. “Cassandra is close to collapse,” Rowena said. The man smiled. “I know.” The light hit his face. Ethan Harper Sr. “She thinks she’s free,” he said. “But her story’s just a distraction.” Rowena lit a cigarette. “The real heir is still in play.” He nodded. “Let the world think Whitlock was the monster. The real game starts now.”

She and a few omega maids were shaking with silent laughter, some covering their mouths to hide it. I sunk deeper into my chair. “I swear it was an accident. “That’s what a murderer would say,” Jayden muttered while drying himself. I glared at him. “You’re fine.” Dad didn’t even hide his amusement as he continued speaking. “You are the heir of White Claw. You must attend. That’s final.” My eyes widened. “But—Dad, I can’t—” But he was already standing, brushing crumbs off his clothes. “No arguments,” he said simply, then walked out of the dining hall.

He looked so overwhelmed. "Then, I'm giving you a chance now. I, Abigail Marie Fuentebella Sandoval-Wright, wife to the firstborn heir, Lucas Alexander Wright, offer you an allegiance. A faithful allegiance" Her earnest demeanor was something no one had witnessed before. "There will be no room for doubt, more so treachery. I will come in the darkness of the night to personally claim your lives once you betray my family" she warned with a cold smirk.