Abandoned Heiress Novels & Stories

"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.

She shook her head, looking like she was holding back laughter. "Okay," she said, "I am Isabella Domitia, heiress to the Domitia fortune, and I have an offer for you." Isabella Domitia. I know that name. The Domitia family is one of the wealthiest families in Goldcrest City. "Let me guess," I said, "in return, you want me to keep your elopement a secret." "Exactly," she replied. "If you do that, I'll let you go to my home and be Isabella Domitia instead."

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.

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.”

Stunned, Collin collapsed on his chair. He couldn't bring himself to utter a single word. His eyes were fixed on the cold woman who accepted the documents from Secretary Jennifer. It was as if the world as he knew it shattered in the blink of an eye. "Eldritch... She can't be..." He muttered in disbelief. He did not want to believe that the person before him was the famed "Runaway Heiress" of the Eldritch Family. Collin's senior in university, Elizabeth Miller, has been trying to find this step-niece of hers, but to no avail.

I added, meeting their eyes, “I’ve decided to give Emily the Grand Casino.” Father had wanted me to give her the casino for a long time. He’d said once, “Aria, Emily is our adopted daughter. We don’t want her to feel any less than you. I’ll give you the rest of the Moretti holdings when the time comes, but until then, could you give the casino to Emily? She’s been left out of the family business for so long.” Left out? She was left out because she couldn’t manage anything. And let’s not forget—Emily was never good with money. No matter how much Father or I handed her, she’d burn through it in days. What kind of business could ever thrive in her hands?

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.

‘Hell, this just wasn’t what I needed…’ Nikolas whispered, looking at the wonderful, naked woman lying in his bed. His mother announced to him that she had found him another potential wife. She was a brand-new heiress and a Greek one. Her name was Karisa Castellanos. Her brother, Mixalis, had just been disinherited by their grandfather, and Karisa had been pronounced the sole Castellanos heiress.