Novel & Cerita Abandoned Heiress

"She's definitely just acting out. She'll be back in a couple of days." Sofia nodded in agreement. "She's always been this way since childhood. She'll be fine once she's been appeased." Just then, Roberto walked over with a stack of files. "Ms. Patrizia went to a law firm two days ago to liquidate all her assets and closed several bank accounts, Don Gallo. She revoked her Istravia long-term residency status, deleted her social media accounts, and boarded a flight out of Norelia this morning."

“She was abducted?” Cordelia shrugged and asked softly after a while, “If that’s the case, what’s the purpose of her abduction? “The Tanners had been telling the public that they only had Nelly Tanner as their daughter for so many years. No one knows about this heiress. Even if they wanted to abduct a rich kid, they should have abducted Nelly!” Zephyr nodded and looked thoughtful.

"Family scandal, probably. Secret affairs, illegitimate children, cover-ups. Rich families are experts at hiding inconvenient truths." The twins had abandoned their ship-watching to listen to our conversation. "What's an heiress?" Ethan asked. "It's like a princess," Alexander said confidently. "Not exactly," I corrected gently. "An heiress is a woman who inherits a lot of money or property from her family." "Like if you died and left us all your money?" Alexander asked with typical four-year-old directness. "Hopefully that won't happen for a very long time," Thomas said quickly. "But yes, that's the general idea," I confirmed.

Slowly, she turned her gaze toward the table beside her, where two women were watching something on their phones. "According to reports, the young heiress was supposed to attend a simple celebration for her 18th birthday at a five-star hotel. However, she never arrived and has been unreachable ever since. The family suspects that one of their business rivals may be behind Aviannah Madrigal's disappearance..." Her eyes widened at what she had just heard. One of the women at the other table glanced at her, making her quickly avert her gaze and hide her face. Fortunately, she had decided to wear a hat, which helped conceal her identity from prying eyes.

The four of us stared at the photocopy of the property transfer agreement, fear written all over our faces. Our ages matched the real heiress. While we had already tried to claim the family, every single one of us ended up dead. So was there really an heiress here? "Is it possible there isn't an heiress here at the orphanage, and you're looking in the wrong place?" Rebecca Vargas cautiously asked Yvette Warren, secretary to billionaire Orson Cox. The smile on Yvette's face never changed. "Mr. Cox already confirmed it. The heiress is here. We just don't know which one of you she is yet."

She couldn’t even concentrate on the words coming out of Celene’s mouth because she was still trying to process the fact that she was the heiress of the Salvatore Group. “T-this can’t be... Why is she up there? She said she’s an orphan. I’m sure of it.” Jarred’s words caught in his throat, and he felt a wave of nausea at the realization that his ex-wife, whom he had constantly insulted and demeaned, was actually a member of a wealthy conglomerate, and an heiress at that.

I pushed the mug aside, pressing my palms flat against the table as though I needed the wood to anchor me. “I won’t be erased anymore,” I said. My voice trembled, then steadied. “Not by the fire. Not by my uncle. Not even by my own fear. I’ve lived too long as half a woman—Isabella, a shadow of someone I barely understood. But I’m not just Isabella.” Mia’s brows drew together. “Then who are you?” I lifted my chin, the answer falling from me like it had waited years to be spoken. “I am Isabella—the survivor. But I am also Marisol—the Abram heiress they tried to destroy.”

My mother-in-law stood in the doorway of what was supposed to be my home, looking at me like I was dirt on her expensive shoes. "He'll be here," I said quietly, even though we both knew I was lying. Margaret laughed, the sound was cold and cruel. "My son is working late with Victoria. You know, someone actually important? Someone who understands business? Not some nobody he picked up from God knows where." My fingers tightened around my phone. I wanted to scream that I understood business better than Victoria ever could, that I could buy and sell the Blackwell family fortune ten times over, that I was Elena Sterling, hidden heiress to Sterling Global, one of the largest corporations in the c

The news anchor’s voice rang out: "Suzanne Smith, a renowned actress and heiress to the Smith Empire in Canada, has resurfaced after years of seclusion from the business world. She has announced the launch of the groundbreaking self-driving car project, Medal Cars, which has already gained approval from the most powerful businessmen worldwide. This marks a new era in AI-driven transportation." Their hands dropped from each other’s hair as they stared in stunned silence. Beatrice’s mouth fell open. "Suzanne… was an heiress to a powerful family?" she whispered, her voice trembling.