Outcast? The Heiress Outshone Them All Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.”

Vince announced and everyone made thier way out of the arena. All the heiresses that had previously insulted her now maintained a safe distance. " Our eldest miss is really outstanding, those stupid heiresses would know thier place now" the six men cheered. " Eldest Miss, we'll put in all our best tomorrow and you'll definitely emerge as the winner" another added " Can I get the key to my room" Erada mumbled to the receptionist, the men's lodgings was in the arena but a special lodging had been prepared for all the heirs and heiresses in a five star hotel.

"I cant believe someone like Damien would parade himself with someone like that." Adrian still remained quiet, pushing her voice to the back of his mind. Cassandra drew nearer, curling her arm around his. "God she's so desperate for attention, all of a sudden this entire event feels like some cheap party." Nothing. Adrian was still mute. Cassandra gave a small look, then back at them. "Look at people staring at them, I know she thinks she was royalty now, she doesn't realize she's a spectacle. I mean if you put a pig in a—"

For three seconds there was silence in the auditorium. Then the room erupted. The reporters were typing furiously on their tablets. The condescension in the room was gone. Now people were scared. They realized that the heiress in overalls was not a figurehead. She was the architect. Silas looked down at Avery. He had a smile on his face. He was proud of her. He reached out under the cover of the podium. His hand gripped hers. They had officially left the yards. The crown was hers. The board belonged entirely to Avery and Silas.

Christian told her. Sometimes, she forgot she was married to a multi-millionaire. Did she really need to learn any skills at all when she was with him? Everything was already done on her behalf and she didn’t need to lift a finger at all. They also travelled to the surrounding area and realized that the sun was getting dark so they went back to the resort first to take shower and got ready before their special dinner date. They headed over to another restaurant but this time, it was a fine dining restaurant with a beach view. It was the first time she had a taste of fine dining restaurant since her arrival.

The audience was mesmerized, marveling at her skill. Tiffany, who was the heiress of McAuley Group, possessed both beauty and intelligence. She had excelled in her studies since childhood and mastered multiple languages, winning first place at international ballet competitions at the age of 12. She had truly won the life lottery, as she was rich, talented, and beautiful.

The legacy in its veins. Alessio then declared to everyone. “The heiress has arrived.”

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.

He didn't look homeless, and one can tell from one glance that he is well-read. The truth is I was not finding any of his questions funny as I felt miserable and pained from all the embarrassment I had earlier encountered. I pulled down my shirt for him to see out of annoyance. “Here it is sir, it is a fucking birthmark and I hate it, I will gladly give you if you want it," I said in frustration. “I'm so sorry to bother you my lady, but I happen to come from London, and this mark of yours is a mark that is mostly associated with the royal family, I think if that mark is real, that you may be a princess,” he said, looking surprised at his own words.

she said and paused "The winner of this task is already known to us since I called everyone's income out and so, Mitchell Campbell is the new heiress to the Campbell's properties" she announced "What?!! That's not possible grandma! How can you allow her to rule over us? You know how grumpy she is already. If you make her the heiress, she will be so full of herself and won't have regard for anyone" John said "I never mentioned attitude when I gave you the tasks. Mitchell won this so you have to accept her as the heiress and put in your best next time" Grandma said