Romans & histoires Heiress Rebirth From Scorned To Stunning

Confusion swarmed in Greg's eyes as he held on to her fragile body. “I did some digging, Greg. About Megan. About who she really is.” Greg froze, his mind reeling with disbelief. “What do you mean?” he asked for the hundredth time. Elizabeth took a deep breath, her hands trembling as she reached for her phone. “I found something. Something that might explain everything.” With trembling hands, she handed Greg her phone, the screen displaying a headline that made his blood run cold: “New York's Youngest Heiress Revealed: Margaret Song.”

Since her revenge plan has been solved, she no longer had a reason to be Gilda. From then on, she will return to live her life as Sofia De Laurent. That evening, Dion headed back home and he was surprised by Sofia’s new appearance. “Sofia, you, you look different.” He told her with a huge smile on his face. “Hm, what do you think about this?” She approached him and placed her arms around his shoulder lovingly. “Oh, I like the black hair, but I love this one better.” He said as he kissed her and they remained that way for a few seconds before he broke the kiss and looked at her in the eyes.

I stopped. “And?” “There was a voice from inside the car.” I looked up. “It sounded exactly like Scarlett.” Tiffany stared at me and let out a loud laugh, like the idea was so ridiculous it had caught her off guard. “Scarlett?” she said. “Scarlett is the Moonlight heir.” Please say another thing Killian. You could say perhaps, maybe elephants could fly, I’ll easily believe that. “Killian. Scarlett is a nobody, she has no wolf. She grew up in our orphanage. She is not the heir to one of the most powerful packs in the region.” She shook her head. “You have been drinking for three days and you are so sleep deprived that you are starting to hear things.”

The birthmark on my forehead was now completely exposed. When I returned to the main hall, I heard Caelen speaking. “If the Chancellor does not mind, I would like to ask for Lady Leanora’s hand as my Crown Princess. The Royal City itself will be my dowry.” As Father hesitated, I pushed the door open and walked in. “I accept, Your Highness.” In my previous life, it was precisely because I chose Aldric and bent fate that all those later disasters came to pass. If Aldric and Rosalind believed that by starting over and carrying memories of another life, they could counterfeit destiny, they were ridiculously wrong.

"Knew from the start you had that noble vibe—you were born for this life!" Watching old classmates, acquaintances—even some who used to brush her off—now falling over themselves to flatter her in the comments, Rachel's ego was riding high. But soon, something more twisted crept in. These online praises weren't enough. She craved more. She needed to see, face to face, just how miserable that fake heiress Clara Howard really was now. She needed to show Clara who the real queen was—and who was just a pathetic copy, barely clinging to the ashes of her old life.

CH 10 POV: Sophia The Lost Heiress Returns By evening, the Hartwell estate no longer felt like a home. It felt like a palace preparing for coronation. Crystal chandeliers shimmered overhead. A red carpet stretched from the grand staircase to the ballroom entrance. Media vans lined the gates beyond the iron fencing. The world had been informed. The lost Hartwell heiress had returned. Sophia stood before a full-length mirror as stylists adjusted the final details of her gown — a silver masterpiece that clung to her like royalty.

¶ I read it again. And again. Then I opened the second link. By Pack Insider. ¶ The word around the upper circle is that a certain heir's new "mate" is a former bartender from the lower districts with no status and no business being anywhere near a founding bloodline. "She showed up out of nowhere with a child that happens to look exactly like him‚" says one source close to the situation. "You do the math." The heir's former fiancée‚ a prominent figure in eastern trade‚ is reportedly devastated but maintaining her dignity. Unlike some people.¶

Every question, a thread I could tug. And then I uncovered the truth about her wealth. Not her current situation—fragile, a mirage—but the origins, the legacy she came from. Billion-dollar holdings. Property in three continents. Investments no one outside her family could touch. Old-money names whispered in boardrooms like sacred chants. She wasn’t the vulnerable woman Damon believed her to be. She was a queen hidden in rags. I could almost see Damon’s confusion now: he had loved her for what he thought was innocence, for what he thought was a delicate need. What would he feel when he realized the delicate woman he adored had claws, teeth, and a kingdom of her own?

And that someone used to be Shane Ryder until Clare claimed him as hers. That night was one of the worst ones I’ve ever experienced. So I push the thought to the back of my mind. Clare is still talking my ear off about how amazing everything looks when two girls walk towards us and I immediately want to run away. It’s Megan Rose and Eden Park, Clare Haistings friends. They both look absolutely amazing in their matching satin oval green dresses and strappy heels. They’ve always matched and I thought it was childish at first then I realized that Clare encourages it only because she looks like a main character when she’s with them.They are mean girls that Clare uses to hide behind in order to k

His build covered mine, a sense of protection that I never knew existed settled in my heart. And of course, this was seen by everyone there. I was protected and cherished by the billionaire Shaw. Their greedy eyes shone and they quickly extended their claws to me, wanting to take a piece if I let them. They would break me and leave me without a shell just for their gains. But never again! I was here to trample on them like ants. “Mrs. Shaw, you are so beautiful.” “Of course, she is! She is a King heiress and Mr. Shaw’s wife. She can't be less.”