Abandoned Heiress Novels & Stories

Bosco muttered. Elliot turned. His eyes were sharp, calculating, nothing like the broken man he’d been months ago. “Not yet.” Bosco looked up slowly. “There’s still Julia,” Elliot said. The name hung between them. Bosco’s jaw tightened. “Don’t call her that.” Elliot walked back to the desk, lowering his voice. “Call her whatever you want. But the truth is simple. She’s Hurst Corp’s heiress. One of the wealthiest young women in the country. And she used to be our sister.”

Another asked I couldn’t care less for the heiress, just as far as I get to see Abigail everyday, it was fine but it is a valid question ‘Where is the heiress?’ I pondered. “She is Venice..the new subsidiaries and branches have taken over by her, she’ll be back very soon, in a month’s time” she answered as smoothly as possible “Any questions?” She asked “But that’s after the launch” another said. “Yes..that is a statement, not a question” she said sternly “Since there are No questions, mr Forest” she turned to me. “Let’s go” she ordered. I couldn’t help but follow immediately like she was my employer. Since when did she get this authoritative, it felt good.

"Well, Congratulations I suppose?" "Victoria has disappeared." He continued without emotion. "She left the country eight days ago. We have not been able to locate her." I waited. "The wedding cannot be postponed. The merger cannot fail." He looked up at me. "You will marry Adrian Kingsley in Victoria's place." The room went very still. "You will assume her identity for three years. During that time you will conduct yourself as Victoria Hale in every public and private capacity. At the end of three years, you're free to go. You will walk away with enough money to never worry about poverty again."

The first step was to get on Theodore’s good side, and this pampered noblewoman who had never worked a day in her life was a well-known heiress in Charleston. She was not well-known for her beauty or talents but rather for the numerous feuds she had with other noble families and royals behind the scenes. Annabella’s glamorous appearance did not match her personality at all. She was not unattractive by any means as her features were well-defined, but her malice and tendency to one-up others had earned her widespread disdain.

CHAPTER 3 The next morning meets her in front of the mansion she had willingly abandoned many years back, being so stubborn, too stubborn to see that her parents had been all but wrong about what Adrian looked like to them. Just how had she been so blind to see that all he liked was quantity, never quality? Hesitating, Serena sighs before she pushes open the gate, to reveal the place she had left behind. The estate is an opulent one, enormous even, not counting the amount of things on the land. From the sport courts, to the pools and living quarters built for the staff living on-site.

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?”

“Won’t happen when it matters.” Phyna met his stare without heat. “Then make it matter next time.” Someone behind him snorted. Another voice, quieter, carried farther than it should have. “She dropped Caelum. Twice. In front of Bren.” The whispers spread outward like rings in water. Unclaimed. Ordinary face. No pack. And she had just put a favored heir on his back while the instructors watched. Instructor Bren stepped down from the platform and stopped in front of her. Up close the scar looked older, the eyes older still.

in their world? ​I stared at my father’s face on the screen. He wanted to make up for twenty years of absence? Fine. I would let him. I wouldn't just be the girl who ran away. I would become the woman they could never reach, even if they spent the rest of their lives trying. ​The Becketts thought they were the pinnacle of the world. They had no idea that the "invisible hands" they had insulted tonight belonged to the heiress of an empire that could buy and sell their precious manor without blinking.

He declared in a deep voice and Cara lowered her head, wiping a lone tear that trickled down her cheek. “You’ve only one choice. Submit to me!” As he spoke, she felt a shiver run down her spine at the deep resonance of his voice. Cara lifted her gaze to him, and her gloomy hazel eyes met with intriguing grey eyes. *** Where would this forbidden relationship take them? What led the heiress of the most powerful business empire to live under the identity of a deceased girl? Will the hidden heiress ever regain her rightful identity? Who will be Cara’s savior?