Novel & Cerita Outcast? The Heiress Outshone Them All

And that was how I would cut in and ruin the moment Casper tried to show how attentive he was every time. To broaden Jenny’s horizons, I even took her to see a male dance show. Wide shoulders, narrow waists, long legs, strong chests, sculpted abs, bulging biceps… Jenny watched until her small face turned bright red. "You're the heiress of the Shaw family. You have money, so you can have any kind of man you want. You do not need to hang yourself on one crooked melon of a man." Jenny did not really get it, but she still nodded.

she asked as Winston bowed, leaving the room. “Please, I can explain, but can we all sit down? It is a long story.” Lady Priscilla asked as we agreed and sat around her and the painting. Winston came in and dropped off the tea tray. Lady Priscilla thanked him and shakingly made herself a cup, taking a long sip before speaking. “Oskar married Helen when our colony was in England before shifters, and all of us got rights.” Lady Priscilla explained. “Okay, but how come no one talks about her or Isodora?” I asked as I felt one of the twins kick me, causing me to grunt.

Then he exclaimed, “Fifty million going once? Fifty million going twice, fifty million going thrice!- Congratulations! This pretty lady in a silver dress will now be the possessor of this set of jewelry.” Many people had joined the bidding, but only one winner emerged. No one could believe their eyes or ears, especially Lucas Harrison and the girl sitting beside him who looked ghastly pale. “No way! She can't afford that money.” “But she just did! Who exactly is she?” “Oh, she's Heidi. Heidi Olsen. How could they think that they could contend with the wealthiest heiress in Phoenix City?” The man who spoke was the same middle-aged man who just uncovered Heidi's identity.

I said, I wanted to scream, to scream so loud it’d rupture her ears but I couldn’t, all I can do is be happy that the heiress isn’t the pathetic Abigail. Now to the situation at hand, the lady in power, she emerged from the door, the guards around her paving way, I looked at her, the young lady had freckles, beautifully visible ones, she was as they had said, she was indeeed beautiful, I looked at Damien, he seemed rather uninterested in her looks but yet, it slipped from my lips. “So what do you think?” I asked as we all proceeded to give the heiress a standing ovation. “Think about what?” He snapped back, his eyes on the heiress, if I hadn’t known about our situation with getting with the

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

She turned her head with a chin flick and flirtatious smirk. “That’s right. My family did arrange a fiance for me. But what about it? “I have money and power. Not only can I have a fiance, but I can also keep a few male escorts like an ancient empress, can’t I?” The surrounding employees burst into laughter. “Ms. Hall is absolutely right!” “Exactly! For a woman as outstanding as Ms. Hall, having a few men is perfectly normal!” I watched the troupe of clowns coldly. “You actually take that ‘heiress’ title so seriously?

He was never bothered by anything and me hoping that he would be at least sad to give me this news was a hopeless one. “Father. You can’t possibly expect me to get married to someone I have never met, especially in the next few months.” I said, my voice gentle as opposed to the way I was feeling inside. “Don’t tell me you didn’t expect it. You are the only heir to the Heathingways business. The only heir to my throne Casey. You don’t think you have the luxury of getting married to who you want now do you?” He scoffed before standing up and adjusting his suit jacket. “Get ready. We will be having dinner with his family tomorrow. Come prepared.”

He stormed towards me, anger in every step, and by the time he got to where I was standing, all eyes were already on us. “Who let a miserable thing like you in here!? This gala is for the wealthy. It is not a place for scrap pickers like yourself!” He barked, his voice shadowing the soft music. Murmuring travelled through the crowd. “You really don't have to make a full of yourself today, Bryan.” A grin played across my lips, despite the fact that my hands were shaking from the attention. He had no idea that he was talking to an heiress, and he was going to regret it.

I was a list of vices in expensive shoes. Caisen’s return didn’t fix anything. He strutted back like some prodigal son, and Edward finally had someone to call his heir. Announced it in front of everyone, too—one of those dinners with too much wine and too many eyes watching. I remember the weight of the glass in my hand, the clink of forks pausing, and Caisen saying it so smoothly: “I am his original heir.” Not me. Never me. The applause that followed was the loudest silence I ever heard.

“You mean the election?” Cressida grinned, her tone dripping with confidence. “Exactly. With her out of the way, no one dares to run against me. Even the Four are keeping quiet, can you imagine? The almighty heirs of the Great Castles silenced by one little scandal.” Isolde smirked. “You really played it well, Cress.” “Oh, I know,” Cressida said, brushing invisible dust from her sleeve. “Expose a secret here, whisper a rumor there, and the rest crumbles by itself. The Frame of Misery did the rest for me.”