Abandoned Heiress Novels & Stories

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He said. "I've been working my butt off for everyone all my life" "And It's time for me to step down and enjoy the rest of my life" I was so shocked. Don't tell me. "It's time to introduce the new successor of Madden Group of Hospitals and Madden Realty Group" No way. Not yet. "Let me introduce to you, my one and only heiress, the reason for all of my hard work. Soline Madden" My mouth dropped. I want to throw tantrums at dad but everyone is looking at me including the men I slept with.

He, as well, was in utter disbelief. “That's impossible. Her name doesn't say Montello on her identification card!” Wilma muttered. The guests surrounded them all scowled at her, wondering if she knew the heiress. “There's a rumor circulating around back then. It said that Don Geromino's child was using a fake name so she could freely go outside and travel anywhere she wished to without having any trouble. It seems that the rumor was true after all,” others chimed in. Their attention went back in front when Margaux started speaking, completely ignoring Wilma, who seemed to be hyperventilating already. All of them were in awe as they found the heiress not just gorgeous and stunning but very a

Annabelle said softly, sensing there was more to the story. Lila shook her head. “No, it wasn’t. When I turned twenty-two, I got a call from one of his lawyers. Lucas had died, and he had d named me the heiress to his estate.” Annabelle’s jaw dropped. “What?” “Exactly,” Lila said, her lips curling into a humorless smile. “It didn’t make any sense. He had dozens of kids, most of whom were born into his wealth and had been waiting their entire lives to sink their claws into his fortune. And yet, he left it all to me—a daughter he’d abandoned and ignored for most of my life.”

She said as I stood tall. "And who are you?" I asked as her minions gasped. "Abigail De Ronte, heiress to the De Ronte global enterprise. My net worth alone could buy Emerald palace." She boasted as her little minions cheer her on. "Well that's good for you, I'm late for work. Move." I ordered, she clicked her tongue in annoyance as she strutted towards me. "You are one to talk. Seems like you can only be quiet when your mouth is busy." She said as I grew confused she turned me to a notice board that had pictures of me doing illicit favors for men I didn't have a single idea about that they existed.

One couldn’t imagine. “What did you discover?” “Elizabeth had a family.” “She had?” “Yes. She was adopted. But her adopted father did something that made her run away from home. You heard about different sects that dominated Great Britain in late 18th century? She was an heiress of an influential sect, but she left and became a servant. She was violated, though, but a rich family helped her and took her in. I figured later on that she really planned to get to that family, but I don’t know what happened to her ulterior motives, but I guess she fell in love with Lucian Von Rellis, one of the lords of the household.”

Now, after divorcing her, he had discovered that the woman he had so easily cast aside was the only person who could help him fulfill the conditions of his inheritance. Worse still, Lenora turned out to be a member of the Whitmore family. He had only learned the truth through a report from one of his subordinates. The Whitmore family possessed immense wealth and wielded influence far beyond anything Darius had ever imagined. “Who exactly is that woman?” he muttered, still struggling to accept that he had lived with an heiress from a powerful family without ever knowing her true identity. He knew Lenora’s surname was Whitmore, but until now, he had never imagined that she was genuinely connec

Every piece of information led me in circles. My task was clear, find the president of the Lunaris Fashion Empire, marry her, secure the bond, forge the alliance, keep the bloodlines intact, protect the fortune and expand the territory. It sounded ruthless, maybe even outdated. But that was my world—wolves and legacies. And the missing heiress? Yeah. Turns out she’s the girl I’ve been dying to have too, a stripper. I laughed bitterly, still unable to believe. “She was right there, Briar. All this time.”

**ADRIAN** Adrian stood at the back of the ballroom, his champagne glass frozen halfway to his mouth. Heiress. The word kept repeating in his head. Heiress to the Ashford legacy. Not just some distant family member. Not just the daughter of a wealthy businessman. The heiress. The entire Ashford empire. Hotels. Resorts. Real estate. Investments spanning the entire country. And Kira was at the center of it all. Adrian’s hand tightened around his glass.

Elara's Pov The days following our first family dinner blurred into a quiet, gentle routine that felt entirely unreal. I was finally settling into the Veyne estate, walking down its grand hallways and breathing in air that didn't feel heavy with judgment. Yet, every single time someone referred to me as the family's missing heiress, a strange nervousness fluttered in my chest. I still didn't know how to act like an heiress. I didn't know the rules, the traditions, or the heavy expectations attached to the Veyne name.