Novel & Cerita 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?"

Cassandra glared at him, but Fred just smirked back, his fingers lingering for a second before they both pushed inside, racing to be the first one to the counter. Inside, a woman with frizzy red hair in her late fifties looked up from a ledger, her eyes darting between the two of them. "Mr. Castile," the woman, Leslie, greeted Fred with a wide, glowing smile. It was clear he was a favorite. She then turned to Cassandra. "And Ms. Hale. You two arrived just in time. The shipment of ghost-orchids and silver-moss just came in this morning." "I'll buy them all," Cassandra said immediately, slapping her hand on the counter.

“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.

CLARA VALE: SPOILED, ARROGANT, AND OUT OF CONTROL? ‘Lost Heiress Snaps at Reporters in Public’ – Exclusive Footage Inside Is the Vale Pack’s New Princess Already a Problem? They used a freeze-frame of me mid-sentence - mouth open, eyebrows furrowed, hand raised. I looked like a demented raccoon who’d seen the last donut being taken. “Oh perfect,” I groaned. “So flattering. Truly Oscar-worthy cinematography.” I scrolled. Comments were worse. “She thinks she’s above everyone.”

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.