Novel & Cerita Outcast? The Heiress Outshone Them All

She had a displeased look at my father’s hesitation, but I knew her too well to think she would back down. “Ehm... sorry about that.” She smiled. “He can be very emotional, as am I,” she said. “But this is a happy day. Today, my husband and I declare Daisy Gomez, the only daughter of Eric and Mirela Gomez, the new heiress of—” “Why would you make such a declaration without consulting your first daughter?” I called out, stepping into the congregation fully. The crowd fell into stunned silence. All eyes turned to me as I walked down the aisle, flanked by Olivia and Matilda. Gasps and murmurs rippled through the congregation. Some clutched their pearls; others whispered my name in disbelief.

"I'll always be here for you." Sunlight outlined their embrace, the two of them framed like a perfect still from a movie poster. The barrage of comments dripping with undisguised malice and glee instantly exploded in front of me. "Yes, that's how it should be! The real heiress belongs with the resilient childhood sweetheart who never stopped protecting her. That dumb school bully can step aside." "Gloria's nothing but a lowlife thief. She stole Nicole's spot at Westbridge University, her heiress identity, and her man! People like her are honestly disgusting!"

"You actually… You actually hid your status and identity from me! Why didn't you tell me before?" Then, he suddenly grinned in delight. "Since you're a respectable person now, that means you can be with me without a worry in the world! We can make our relationship public! Our family can reunite!" When I saw how materialistic he was, I couldn't help shaking my head in disappointment. "In your dreams!" Oscar frowned. Just as he was about to speak, I interrupted him. "I am an heiress from the wealthiest family in the world. Why would I want to mingle with someone as lowly as you, who came from a puny little family? Who did you think you were?"

Was I the one causing drama here? “Open your eyes, Denver. You’ve been parading an imposter as though she were royalty. Do not mistake my tolerance for ignorance. She is not your heiress, and a fake cannot, and will never cross the West’s threshold. Not while I breathe.” A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. The ballroom, gilded and glittering only moments ago, now felt like the heart of a storm.

His smile grew wider, stroking his beard "Good girl, we need to show this heiress her place. Let's give her this night to enjoy she would be packing her bags and going back to the mushroom family she came from. " In unison, they watched as Alissa floated around the room, creating new acquaintances. Thinking she would be an easy rival. Too easy. In fact.

Stone was truly Oscar, the man Amara had cast out. When Wyatt had first heard the theory, it had struck him as absurd. He had worked for the family for years and knew exactly what the former heir had been. The man had spent his days learning to cook, do laundry, prepare beverages, and give massages. They were all domestic skills, ways to make himself useful to the family. The family didn't need to ingratiate itself to anyone. Oscar did, because he did not carry Chamberlain blood. Now that the true heir had been found, removing him had been the obvious and correct choice.

He instructed his subordinates, "Transfer them out immediately." "Darien, it's too late. The people of the Lewis family have already barged in, and they said … They said that we've taken their family's heiress and that they want us to let her go immediately." "Darien, forget it. If we offend the Lewis family, we'll never be able to continue working in Frenda! I wonder who was dumb enough to catch the heiress of the Lewis family." Darien paced back and forth. "The heiress of the Lewis family? Who the hell is the heiress of the Lewis family? Look and tell me if there's anyone here who looks like the heiress of the Lewis family."

"I mean, I have always been in the spotlight, but this... This is a whole different universe. Being seen with Oswald just elevated everything! I can't believe this is what it is like to be with him." Bianca chuckled knowingly. "I told you, girl, being with that man changes everything. You thought being an heiress was big? Now you are rubbing shoulders with Oswald Escobar, that is legendary." Queen bit her lip, her heart fluttering with excitement. "I feel like I could explode, Bianca. I have always been known, but now? I'm unstoppable!" Bianca's voice grew conspiratorial. "And you looked amazing last night. Everyone is talking about your dress. You and Oswald together? Perfection! The way yo

Walter's assistant, Oscar, informed him. Walter gave the stock numbers a chilly glance, indifferent to the Foster Group's heiress. However, his mood was foul, and the heiress, who had snubbed him, was caught in his crosshairs. "How sure are we that Ms. Foster will show up?" asked Walter.

I wanted to call out for help, but a part of me suspected I might be kidnapped, and alerting whoever was holding me might not be the best idea. I slipped on my slippers and stood up, feeling a bit dizzy. My head throbbed, but I managed to move forward. I gripped my hairpin tightly, using it as a makeshift defense. As I stepped out of the room, I took in the grandeur of the mansion. It was huge, even bigger than mine, and beautifully decorated. The walls were painted white, and the hallway was adorned with various art pieces. The opulence suggested that my kidnapper was wealthy, which made me wonder what their motives were because it was clear that they don't need money from me.