Abandoned Heiress の小説・ストーリー

"No, e. I just saw it now." "She's a daughter of a famous tycoon and a former actress. Unica hija is therefore the only heir. Graduated with latin honors in Ateneo. My cousin proposed to her but didn't answer. She said she already likes someone," he continued. I have no interest in the speaker's personal life. "He mentioned a name there in the magazine, e. I just forgot." It was a pain in the ass. I could barely understand what the speaker was saying because Harry was speaking next to me. If I only knew he's still that talkative, I should have avoided him.

“You’re so….moldable. Helen disguised herself as some other person entirely, gaining access to their mansion so she could kill them off. Her boyfriend had stolen enough of the poor sap’s money so they thought it would be enough to elope… until it wasn’t. That’s why those parties I told you about stopped. All of a sudden, we were on the radio when we heard about a girl. The last living heir of Iris and Mr. Callahan, and an inheritance worth five billion dollars in money, and six billion in assets….for a barely one-year-old baby. Now..” He leans over. “I’m going to give you a chance to guess who her partner was…come on, you can do it. You’ve always been so smart.”

"I promise I'll buy you every expensive watch in the world," Vivian said. Back then, I thought happiness was within reach. It wasn't until a year later that I found out she was the long-lost heiress of the Grayson family. She said she was going to take back everything she had lost. I didn't say a word and stayed by her side. Abductions, setups, poisonings, accidents—I went through every kind of ordeal. She fought hard and clawed her way to the top, becoming the rightful heiress of the Grayson family. But after that, everything changed.

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

There were so many rumours that she was ugly and freckled, while others speculated that she was just hiding her identity. Kayden was interested in this mysterious heiress. It was said that she dropped out of college at 16 because she was too smart. Kayden brought Jessica to the 5-star hotel they were staying at. The two had a romantic candlelight dinner, but Kayden was absent-minded the whole time. Jessica noticed it, but she didn't ask. She was planning on making him propose to her. "That heiress shares the same name as Elise," Jessica casually said.

BLURB Elara has spent eighteen years at the bottom of her pack. She is an orphaned Omega with no wolf, and she scrubs the floors of people who step on her hands. On her eighteenth birthday the Moon Goddess gives her a mate: Callum, the Alpha's son and the only person who has ever been kind to her. Within minutes he rejects her in front of the whole pack and claims the Beta's daughter instead. Heartbroken, Elara runs into the night and collides with a brooding stranger who tells her to take her crying somewhere else. They trade insults. Neither can ignore the heat between them. Then an elderly man sees her face and calls her by a name she has never heard: Elara Vale. She is the stolen dau

My husband brought his pregnant mistress into our home and expected me to make room for her. After seven years of marriage, sacrifice, and standing behind his success, that was the moment I finally walked away and demanded a divorce. He thought I was just a wife with nowhere to go. He had no idea whose daughter he had married or what he had just thrown away. Now I'm back where I belong, and the world that once knew me as Alexander Hayes's wife is about to discover my real identity. But my return brings an unexpected complication: Charles Wolfe. He's a ruthless billionaire, a powerful businessman, and the one man who refuses to be impressed by my name or intimidated by my position. We'r

Duchess studied us for a long moment, then sighed. “She had a daughter who wanted nothing to do with the empire. Classic runaway heiress story. Fell madly in love with the gardener, ran off to live some simple fantasy life in Virginia farming and shit. They even moved to Paris eventually. My mother kept tabs on her for years. They were… close. But the girl changed everything—face, name, identity. Mom only ever referred to her as 3485. She was a ghost. The man used a fake name too. Only Miss Heiress runaway knew his real one.” “What was her name before she changed it?”Law asked.

They told her she was lucky to be allowed through the front door. Sophia had spent her entire life believing she was just a poor girl with nowhere to belong. Then she discovers the family she never knew existed. But instead of welcoming their long-lost daughter, the Resingtons give her a basement room, a maid’s uniform, and one warning: Never let anyone know who you are.

I said as I sat back down and tried to keep the irritation out of my voice. "Forget the investors you already have and start thinking about the one who just landed back in the country, because word is that the Great Thorne Heiress—the real one, the one with the trust fund that hasn't been touched in three years—is looking for a new project to dump her excess capital into," Beatrice said, and I felt a sudden jolt of electricity run through my chest that made me sit up straight.