Abandoned Heiress Novels & Stories

The Moretti family had one unwritten rule. To officially take the reigning Donna’s place, the Don’s new lover had to command her three times publicly—and be obeyed without question. The day Raffaele Moretti brought Gianna into the council chamber, she gave me her first order. “Take off your wedding ring and put it on my finger.” The entire family waited for me to lose my mind. After all, I had fought at Raffaele’s side through eight years of bloodshed and helped the family’s bastard son become its Don. Everyone was certain I would never bow to Gianna. But without a word, I slipped off the ring and slid it onto her finger as every capo watched. Raffaele leaned back in his chair at the head of

he cut in rashly and she kept silent. “Daren stole you away from me when he knew you were my only daughter. You are my heiress. The heiress of all her mother’s possessions. Your mother and I worked hard to keep a lot in store for you. A lot which would see you become one of the wealthiest women in the whole of the country. The estates she left behind in SA are there waiting for you. The hotels and so many more to mention are all there waiting for you. But you left everything and ran after a man who threw you in the mud at last.

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.”

He looked like a storybook prince—Adrien from Miraculous, perhaps—if that prince had been forced into a black button-down suit. “That’s true,” He whispered. I was trying my hardest to ignore the impossible words I had overheard through the door. Heiress. Stolen. Dead. It had to be a misunderstanding. It was a coincidence of features, a trick of the light. I was Ophelia Vitale, the girl from the orphanage. We climbed a grand, sweeping staircase and reached a set of towering double doors made of dark, intricately carved mahogany. Eugene pushed them open, and we stepped into a room that felt more like a sanctuary than a study. Upon entering, my breath hitched.

I couldn’t help but look around my surroundings: the marble floors and expensive paintings on every wall, the high ceiling, and a big chandelier at the center of the hall. It was like a house from a Hollywood movie,I had known she was well-to-do from the moment I pulled her out of a sleek Porsche but this mansion confirmed that “well-to-do” was an understatement. And now that she would be taking over White Nova Robotics as CEO soon, it felt so unreal I was speaking with such a powerful personality. White Nova had always been the company I wanted to work in before I built mine, this was all too much to take in. I was tempted to pinch myself to see if I wasn't dreaming but that would only make

Makenna was afraid that she would knock down over twenty people like she did last night. "What do you dare to do to me? Do you believe..." The words of the wealthy heiress were cut off by Abigail, who was choking her. Her face turned red from the lack of air. "You, you let go of me..." "I have limited patience. You only have half a minute." Today, Abigail's mood was a bit off as she was repeatedly provoked by others, and to make matters worse, someone happened to cross her path. "You, you stole someone else's fiancé, and you still have the nerve?" The wealthy heiress was almost suffocated and gasped for breath as she said, "Indeed, people like you have no shame, refusing to admit your mistak

He had a business trip but canceled just to be here with her. She looked at everyone present and could notice familiar faces like her siblings, her mother and Logan’s parents and her son who waved his little hands for her to see. She waved took and laughed “Thank you all for being here today for my inauguration, I never thought I will ever get to experience such in my life. Yes I am an illegitimate child and today I become the The illegitimate heiress of the Castillo group” Reporters were there to cover all that was happening and her statement will certainly cause an uproar on the internet.

Within days, the drama reached William. Victor knelt before him, refusing to stand. “I want to break off this engagement with her!” … Growing up, I was taught that, as the heiress of the Grant family, I could never afford to be ruled by emotion. Trusting business partners? Seven parts trust, three parts caution—that was the rule. Had no one ever taught Victor the same? Maybe not. Or perhaps it was because he had been spoiled from the moment he was born. His mother, once a mistress who married into the Harlow family, had been a beloved former actress. Despite her origins, she’d secured unwavering affection and favor.

My suit was just pressed when I got to Reid Industries, and I was already planning for eventualities. The faint sound of my footfall as soon as I entered the foyer served as a reminder of how vulnerable we had become. Ethan's antics were no longer an annoyance; rather, they posed a direct risk to Sophia's security and the meticulously maintained incognito she still maintained. Marta, my assistant, greeted me at the elevators with a somber look on her face. "You must see this, sir." She gave me a tablet with a breaking-news push alert on it( "Uncovering the Mysterious Heiress: Barista 'Sophia Thomas' Is not Who She Says She Is")

I smiled at the butler, tipping him a gold coin as I passed him. I had told him beforehand to announce Estelle as a princess and nothing more. Afterall, she was indeed the daughter of an Alpha King. It paid off as her face lit up in surprise. “Are you trying to get me killed?” she whispered beside me. I only smiled in return.