Romans & histoires Outcast? The Heiress Outshone Them All

"Screaming won't solve the matter. The worst part of it, is that the Heiress is my maid…" "What do you mean Imelda…?" "Cassandra is the Heiress." She pouted her lips annoyingly. "After all my stay in that family, I couldn't get that staff, you're just a forsaken mother. A bitch… A good for nothing Mother." Candi couldn't say a word to her daughter, she watched her abuse her. "I wasn't told, I heard it with my two ears just before you came in." She added. Candi got on her feet. "So she is Maricar… does she have the medal or the mark?"

“She’s desperate, can’t you see? She’s paired up with the Discarded Heir. It’s perfect, isn't it? The loser who couldn't keep her husband and the son who couldn't keep his father’s money. They’re both scraps.” A cruel ripple of laughter broke out. The "vultures" had found their meat. “She can’t even keep Tristan even with a pretty face,” Sarah mocked, emboldened by Tina’s outburst. “I guess some things can’t be fixed with a surgeon’s knife, right Marissa?” “The Loser and the Discarded Heir,” Marcus chuckled, raising his glass mockingly. “A match made in the bargain bin. Welcome back to the real world, you two. Hope you enjoyed your five minutes of feeling like you belonged.”

I let out a cold laugh. “Just because you don’t know who I am, you think you can spread rumors and slander me at will? Just because you don’t know the truth, you think you can run around spreading rumors with a blurry screenshot and ruin my reputation? Your so-called ‘straightforwardness’ is nothing more than an excuse to hurt others maliciously!” Our colleagues around us began to murmur among themselves. Those who had been defending Nora not long ago turned on her. “So, that’s how it is. Maya’s actually the heiress of Sanscape. No wonder she’s so formidable.”

"Eliza, I know that when people feel insecure, they lash out. But if you've chosen to come back to the Rodney family, then act like you belong here. Don't embarrass us. "If you can't adapt, you can always leave. No one here came for you anyway. Either way, I won't let you ruin Alicia's birthday." Around us, the wealthy heiresses looked at Chester with wide, admiring eyes. As the Rodney family's golden boy, he had always been a coveted bachelor—and in my past life, he was fiercely loyal to Alicia, like a dog guarding its master. Just as he finished reprimanding me, a voice rose unexpectedly from the crowd.

I am officially into the guy who hates me and so happens to be kind of my stepbrother? He notices me and raises a brow at me in question. Then he really notices me and chokes on the smoke of his cigarette. I mean I really tried to outdo myself with my skintight black dress and high heels, nothing improper, on the contrary. The dress ends below my knees and the heels and there’s no cleavage, but it does put accent on all the right places.

With all the officers down, I look toward the crowd of people as they all step back. Holding out my hand, I turn the speakers on. "Bow before me," I order, "Bow. Now!" The people scream as they drop to their knees. While they drop to their knees, sensors in the armor come on, showing me four dots directly behind me. "The OutCasts," I say, turning around. "A pleasure to meet most of you for the first time." QuickShot:

What I went through wasn’t something new, it was an everyday occurrence, yet somehow it struck me where it hurt. “Oh, girls, look who we have here!” a familiar eerie voice echoed through the restroom. My upset self failed to notice Breanna and her clique stroll in. Turning my head towards the sound of her voice, my eyes scanned her from bottom to top. As usual, she was dressed to perfection and was a walking branded advertisement. “It’s Westminster’s very own Outcast Olive. Having a meltdown so early in the day, already? My, oh my, this is certainly a record.” A mocking smirk curled her lips as her nose wrinkled at the very sight of me.

If Alec wanted a place in it, he would learn to stand beside her—not in front of her. And if the Stonehaven world came for them, it would learn a lesson it had never bothered to learn before. Maid's daughters don't bow. Not anymore.

they cast her out like she was nothing. they forgot the blood that ran in her veins. for five years she fought with a stolen face and sealed power, rising from mocked outsider to the war goddess who made enemies tremble. then the spell snapped. her true name exploded across the realm—and with it came the accusations. someone had been dealing with the enemy while wearing her identity. every trail of blood and betrayal now points straight at her. she will not beg. she will not hide. she is coming home as the weapon they forced her to become, and this time the entire werewolf world will learn what happens when the girl they threw away returns as a force of pure fire.

And just beyond him, her brothers stood tall, clapping like men who knew they were witnessing something far greater than a public victory. They were watching their sister become everything she was meant to be. Later that night, long after the guests had left and the lights had dimmed, Mya slipped outside onto the terrace. The air was cool, the stars faint above the distant glow of the city. Cameron joined her, carrying two glasses of champagne. “To the Heiress Queen,” he teased, raising his glass. She laughed, clinking hers against his. “To the Cross family.” He smiled. “To the part of it that finally shines.”