Abandoned Heiress Mga Nobela at Kwento

Alone" he added. I agreed, guiding him to the cafeteria. … The cafeteria fell silent the moment we entered. "Is that Hayden Hayes?" “Yeah, it's him!" "So the rumors are true?" "Yeah, and that girl is apparently the heiress of the Moretti corporation, or at least supposed to be." "What do you mean?" "I heard she was disowned, probably the reason why she seduced the heir of the Hayes family." "Tsk, so she's nothing but a commoner then." I clenched my jaw as the whispers grew louder. Hayden, noticing my discomfort, wrapped a protective arm around my waist and pulled me closer.

“My name is Abigail Fagh. Daughter of Isabel and Richmond Fagh. The granddaughter of Maudrand Fagh the sixteenth and the heir to the golden throne.” She said calmly while looking at Vera with a straight face. Her eyes were a giveaway her real feelings. Abigail was anxious.

When he brought her like a piece of rag from that lying bitch, she admits that she lost hope but she sees a future now and she can grab it. She is not a whore and will never be one. She is the heiress of GLV Winery and she will not let her story turn out this way. She will not be a piece of wood in the closet of this bastard. She will bid her time and escape. She will find that witch and teach her a life lesson she will never forget. She made Uncle Nicholas squandered all her fortune as if that was not enough, she sold her. Talking about having your cake and eating it too but she will make this earth bitter for her.

A little voice in her head whispered, Run ,You don’t belong here. But Kayden stood like a wall next to her solid, fierce and unbothered. Unshakeable. Some of the pack bowed, others hesitated. But one of them stood out , one of the maids in the back slipped away quietly away from the crowd , phone clutched in her hand. “ He brought another woman,” she whispered through the phone , making sure no one could hear her. An hour passed. Kayden gave her a quick tour, never letting go of her hand.

She would oust everyone that got in her way before she finally took over MEL-CO and became a billionaire heiress. She awaited the day her name would be blaring in the headlines of each media house and press. ‘Ivy Meyer takes over the MEL-CO conglomerate and becomes the newest billionaire heiress.’ The one feat that Zoe had achieved effortlessly. She would make sure to do so, too. Oh, and do so while drinking a glass of whiskey on Zoe Oliver’s grave. But her father was missing! The man she had gone through hoops and troops to find out where he had been locked up had suddenly disappeared, thwarting her plans.

Patronized by the rich and who-mattered-in-America, she made her mark without depending on her identity as a heiress. ‘Unlike me,’ I thought to myself. I was just a bartender, still searching for my passion. In the midst of which I'd been forced into an arranged marriage. An arranged marriage from which I was rescued by an unfeeling vampire. An heiress-turned bartender, who was being chased by her father who wanted to kill her. Yup, the description fitted my character profile. Nessa was looking at me with sparkling eyes, when I looked up again. I groaned. “What now?”

For a moment, I saw when her smile faded a little and when it came back, it was already as bright as the sun does, as if there were no problem in the world. “I see… you’ve heard about it.” She let go of the wine glass as she crossed her legs. “Considering our situation, it’ll be an easy sight to put your interest in.” She suddenly motioned her hands in the air. “The famous heiress of ZBC broke off the engagement with her ‘unwanted’ fiancé. Hilarious, isn't it?” “Unwanted?” Now, that peaks my interest. “Hmm…” She sipped to her drink before answering me with an emotionless smile. “You probably haven't heard the part that his mother and half-sister don't like me?”

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.”

She looked away and bit her lip, muttering, “Grandma, I don’t want Harry anymore. I found a better man.” “What…?” The village chief looked at her with disbelief. “Dior, are you being serious?” She could tell that Dior treated Harry sincerely. How could she have fallen for another man so quickly? Dior did not want to explain anything. At this point, she was feeling worse. She quickly packed up and said, “Grandma, it’s true. I’m an heiress in Burlington, and Harry isn’t good enough for me.” “Huh?” The village chief was shocked.

If you attend, you can reclaim all transferred assets. I clutched the fragments of my mother's pearls and replied with a single word: "Okay." That evening, Sarah posted a picture of a marriage certificate. New York high society exploded. "So the Collins heiress was the other woman all along!" "Her mother bullied Sarch and her mother for years, and now her own daughter ends up an abandoned woman. Serves her right." But just three minutes later, the post mysteriously disappeared. I was trying to figure out what happened when the flimsy door to my room was thrown open.