Outcast? The Heiress Outshone Them All Novels & Stories

Below the stage, Nick and my stepmother stood slack-jawed, the color draining from their faces until they looked cadaverous. The hall, which had been stunned into silence a moment before, now erupted into a roar. "Oh my God—what play is this? Who is the real heiress?" "Jessica is the true heiress? She's been treated so unfairly!" "The Wheaton family is monstrous—using their daughter as a bargaining chip and treasuring an impostor?" Amid the chaos, I lifted the microphone. "Carrie." Carrie whipped her head toward me, eyes blazing. "There's one more thing in the box."

The fifty outcasts spilled out from the trailing transports, their weapons drawn, forming a tight, flawless defensive vanguard around their King and Queen. "Well, well," Cecelia’s sharp voice rang out across the square, her tone dripping with venomous mockery as she stepped to the edge of the platform. "The stray dog returns, and she brought the pack's old garbage with her. Look at you, Elena. Dressing in leather like a common rogue. You look exactly like the traitor Damon said you were." Elena walked forward, her steps measured, silent, and entirely unbothered. She stopped precisely thirty paces from the stage, her fifty outcasts locking their shields behind her.

“Note that after everything and the imposter are fished out, she wouldn't go scot-free, punishment would happen and it's not a light one. So, if you know you're not the heiress, speak up now to avoid wasting our time and to avert the punishment.” Just as he said that he looked between Eugene and me, his eyes stayed longer on me as though he was referring to me. Most people here were even looking at me. It's not far-fetched though, most people would see Eugene as the heiress immediately they see her, she looks more professional and all. And I? I just look normal. Though not like a poverty-stricken person, but not as sophisticated as Eugene. If I had been informed beforehand, I might have had

Amante POV The lavish party was to celebrate the comeback of the future ruler of the house. The only heir, the daughter of Lausanne couple, was none other but Allyssa Lausanne. It was announced that her disappearance has to do with her preparations for the impending transfer of the crown as the matriarch of Lausanne clan. Of course, that’s a lie. She was with me, in Verte Monde, where she was treated as a mere prisoner. I thought she was weak because of her calm behavior during her stay. The way these people cheered for her proves the other way around. It’s foolishness on my part to mess with her.

“You raised raccoons in couture.” It was beautiful chaos. The headlines by evening? "Krystal Hunter: Heiress of Poise, Power, and Petty Revenge." "McLaren Empire Collapses, Reborn Under the Hunter Legacy." "From Ashes to A-List: The Queen Returns." Tomas toasted with his glass of wine. “To poetic justice.” Darren wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed my temple, eyes glinting with something deeper than just celebration. “You didn’t just burn the house down, love. You rebuilt a palace on the ashes.”

She changed her mind and said, "Everyone here tonight is part of the elite from various fields. At most, you're just nouveau riche. People like you aren't welcome here!" "You're dressed very glamorously. Why are you so vulgar? If a shrew like you can attend this banquet, why can't I?" Sebastian said sarcastically as he took a sip of his red wine. "You—" Melissa pointed at Sebastian, looking red with anger. She pointed at the door and yelled, "Get out!" She raised her voice several decibels higher on purpose so that she could attract the attention of the onlookers. Everyone there knew that she was the heiress of the Stallones, but probably only a few of them knew who Sebastian was.

Compared to having his lover by his side, he would much rather have his company! [Such a pity for Harmonia. She was already dumped by Absalom. After she got together with a new sugar daddy, Hector dumped her too!] [Someone took her in, didn’t they? We just don’t know who bought Marshtown Studio yet. Do you girls have any news?] [Could it be the mysterious heir of the billion-dollar fortune? I heard that the heir has suddenly shown up and claimed it despite having been gone for nine whole years.] [The heir is actually an heiress who owns a Lamborghini! She wore sunglasses, a baseball cap, and a mask. She’s really mysterious!]

She instinctively inched closer to Liam for protection. She glanced around her, then turned to Jack, fuming, and screamed, "What are you going to do to me, Jack? Have you forgotten who I am? I'm the heiress to the Bristow family, and my father will get back at you for this if you touch even a single hair on my head! Let me go right now, Jack, and I will pretend none of this happened."

---------- In the bustling city somewhere in America, Phoebe is seated inside the Starbucks quietly enjoying her coffee. "Have you heard? The Beischel's Heiress is actually the reason why the well known Nikholas Fairbourne suddenly disappeared." Phoebe was about to take a sip in her cappuccino when a woman's voice from the table behind her stopped her midway. With the mention of that familiar name, her heart actually beat erratically. "What do you mean?" another woman's voice. "Well, can you believe it? He was actually engaged with the young Beischel, but the heiress suddenly ran away. He must've been so heartbroken and humiliated that he hid from public." the first one once again gossiped.

I don't know how this happened but our mansion was signed under magaret's name, meaning she owns our big mansion, now I see the reason dad said I should leave, but his will is still in my name though, so it really didn't bother me, with this will I can earn it back. I want nothing to do with her, she isn't my problem, she has twenty percent of the company shares. I will back for it, this isn't over. I need to uncover this mystery, I will come back. ************** We are in country A, can you imagine? Three heiresses are in a very unfamiliar country, remembering the issue made me heave a sigh. "Wow, country A, here I come!!!" Katie is always dramatic. "Katie, people are staring at us, "vida m