Novel & Cerita Heiress Rebirth From Scorned To Stunning

And those who had wronged me would soon understand that. I would rebuild. And when I did, they would all see exactly who Isabella Laurent truly was. The heiress. The queen. The one they could never break.

The crest of a certain powerful and influential family. The young woman looked up at the soaring glass ceiling of the Wisteria Heights building, a small, mirthless smile playing on her lips. They thought she was a "loser." They thought she was a servant. They had no idea that the girl clearing their floors was the heir to a legacy that had once toppled an empire. She was a hidden heir. And she was a winner. And in the city of Wisteria, a new game was about to begin. The "loser" was back. And this time, she was coming for everything.

"God, is this what romance between a CEO and an heiress looks like?" "I told you they were made for each other. Come on - even Cinderella turned out to be from nobility. You can't become a swan unless you were born one." "We used to see all those rumors about Zachary and Sarah Sanders in the news, but have you noticed since Miss Wilson came back? She's the only one seen with him now. Sarah's been completely pushed aside." "Why are you surprised? The wealthy end up with the wealthy. Once the real heiress showed up, the wannabe princess had to go."

Hearing that my expression changed and at pursed my lips without saying anything. Dad continued, “The company belongs to Frank. The villa is Isabella’s and every decoration in this house is bought by her. What contribution have you made to this family? How dare you come to me and say that you worked hard for this family? You never done anything useful!” My face darkened. After thinking hard for a while, I said, “Since Isabella married me and became my wife, everything she owes is mine. After her death, I am supposed to be the lawful heir as her spouse and inherit all her property. Dad, I didn’t come here to discuss this with you today. I intend to ask you to help me make the acquaintance of

The entire class erupted in whispers, and some of the girls kept giving me bombastic side eyes, but I just kept smiling as they were too insignificant in the grand scheme of things. “Have a good day, class,” Miss Scarlett said before leaving the class. “She is really Mason's fiancee?” “Why is she so lucky?” “She must have saved the world in her past life to get such an honor.” The jealous voices of different girls kept entering my ears, and I felt like throwing up when I heard what they were saying, as if Mason was some kind of crown prince or god. “Don't let them ruin your mood, Mimi,” Cam said with a gentle pat on my shoulder.

Shella cringed at the thought that crossed her mind. "You have a crush on Sir Lucas, too, Shella. I could accept it if he had chosen one of us. But not that brat. We don't even know where she came from" She was exasperated. "Is she a secret heiress like Madame Skye? I don't think so. She is too pathetic for such drama" She rolled her eyes and scoffed in contempt. "I'm a heiress but it's not a secret. Not a pathetic too"

"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.

I was wearing a black silk dress that clung to my skin, my dark long hair flowing down, swirling at the back of my waist. For an hour, I almost forgot. I sipped a cocktail, laughed at Michelle's terrible jokes about Silas dating life. I used to think they were siblings, but shockingly Michelle was Derek's own sister. I felt bad for her a little bit, having a brother so cold like ice must be so annoying. But our peace didn't last. A man, thick-set with a face flushed from too much whiskey, stumbled toward our VIP table. "Well, if it isn't the little heiress on TV," he sneered, leaning over the table. The scent of stale alcohol hit me like a punch.

I cried until my chest ached, until my throat was raw. There was nothing left inside me, but emptiness. Memories flooded back of how everything started. The first time I saw Aiden in his hospital bed, broken and vulnerable. I thought about everything I’d given up for him. My family respects. The Hale empire inheritance. My chance to be something more than just a girl running a small charity. I’d thrown it all away because I believed what we had was real love. And now? Where was I supposed to start from? How do you rebuild your life when you’ve lost everything that mattered?

"What did you think? Huh? That you were always going to be the rich heiress who had everything she ever wanted? No!" she yelled, slamming the bars. "That's me now. I have taken your place." Slowly but surely, it dawned on me. She had always been jealous. She had always wanted to be in my place. Married to my husband, wearing my clothes, and running my company. Finally realizing her obsession only made me chuckle. "You can never be me, Ashley. You are nothing like me."