Abandoned Heiress Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

She rushed towards the door and pushed it widely until she was inside the empty apartment completely. “What’s this?” she queried while looking around. Her face contorted as her eyes landed on the blanket and pillows scattered on the ground. “Is this your place? Are you just just pretending to be an heiress?” she scowled at her. Margaux didn’t know what was running in her mind. She might think she was really poor and an orphan like they believed she was when she married Hendrix. But she had no plan to correct her at all. Her ignorance will be her bliss and humiliation at the same time.

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.

He had envisioned a bright future for his corporation as long as it falls into the hands of his son—Nathan Vanguard. The Vanguard Mansion The Vanguard Mansion stood under the oppressive light of the sun as it reflects a kaleidoscope of colors on the environment. Dr. Vanguard sat in his study. His jaw rested on his already intertwined fingers as he stared blankly into the air. Dr. Vanguard was infuriated and curious to know about what happened to his son. He had many questions running through his mind. What killed his son? Or rather who killed his son?

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.”

"It has been reported that the young heiress of King Corporations went missing a few minutes before her wedding. It is said that she was abducted--" Cian turned off the receiver, but Ivette didn't stop peering out the window. They hadn't said much to each other since she did the craziest thing she had ever done in her life. Run away from her wedding. What had she been thinking? And of course, rather than admit it to the general public that she'd run from her wedding, they would report her missing and abducted.

CH 10 POV: Sophia The Lost Heiress Returns By evening, the Hartwell estate no longer felt like a home. It felt like a palace preparing for coronation. Crystal chandeliers shimmered overhead. A red carpet stretched from the grand staircase to the ballroom entrance. Media vans lined the gates beyond the iron fencing. The world had been informed. The lost Hartwell heiress had returned. Sophia stood before a full-length mirror as stylists adjusted the final details of her gown — a silver masterpiece that clung to her like royalty.

Involving Winters Pack's heir, plus the current Alpha of a neighboring pack and southern territory's strongest Alpha Sebastian Cross—not even romance novels were this exciting. "Do you think this Winters heiress is really Luna?" "I've seen Luna from a distance. They do look very similar." "Anyone want to place bets? I say she's not. The Winters Pack is such high nobility—their precious daughter is so honored that even the Blackwood family would be marrying up. Why would she be so humble?" "Of course she's not! Young Master Cross already claimed her as his fiancée. Miss Winters marrying down might be acceptable, but the Cross family has no reason to want a used wife."

"I only came to see what you look like after so many years. So save yourself the stress and stop dreaming of leaving here. No one will help you; we are always one step ahead.'' My heart sank in my chest, and dread surged through me instantly. I swallowed hard and stared at her in disbelief. I needed no one to tell me that she's my stepmother's clique. And she wasn't here to save me but to humiliate me just the way my stepmother and her son usually do. I bit my lips bitterly as tears slid down my cheeks. Suddenly, memories began to flash into my mind. Some years ago, I can't recall how long since I've lost count of time but I remember being a vibrant and happy girl. Laughter used to come easi