Rejected, And Became A Heiress Novels & Stories

His facial expression twisted. “I, Johanna Oz, Supreme Heiress of the Griming Manes Clan, reject you, King Ramsey Randall, Lycan King of the Divergent Shadows Clan, as my mate….” My breathing accelerated. “I break the mate bond and everything that I have to do with you.” He lowered his brows and then raised it again. “I will accept the rejection after I am sure that the child does not belong to me.” “Who cares if you accept it or not?” I came closer to him.

Marrying Landon would help her secure the royal family’s wealth since he would be part of the inheritance, and it was her way of telling me game on. I expected that to happen anyway, since I already saw the signs that she wouldn’t last long with Owen. Poor him—but he deserved everything for what he had put me through in my past life and how his family had treated me. Ariana had never cared about him. It was all about the money—money that I had put all my hard work into, and in the end lost everything, got killed by those I thought I could trust.

“After you left, Prince, Viscount Latour started to court her, at Her Majesty’s command. They fed the girl a love potion, a pretty weak one, brewed by an unskilled witch, and right after she drank it, she fell for the viscount’s charms. They got married, and then you returned...” “I scared him off.” “Exactly. So much that he ran away from his wife.” “And?” “Stopped feeding her the potion. Alone at court, even if not for long, your former paramour realized that she had lost the chance to become a part of the royal family...and that’s where your uncle came in.” “With a potion?” “With a sympathetic ear. He told her how horrible it was that his nephew had been unable to understand her, that she

My mind raced back six years, to a rainy evening before Aria was sent away, before I was officially recognized as the biological heiress. I had been walking near the old boundary stones at the edge of the estate when a hooded figure approached me from the shadows. The stranger hadn't threatened me. Instead, he had spoken in a smooth, cultured voice, revealing intimate details about the Frostwood bloodline, the estate's hidden debts, and the precise legal mechanism that would transfer full territorial inheritance to the biological daughter if the adopted foster child were removed from the succession line.

She was still holding the slippers, watching me with worried eyes. I smiled at her. “Nothing. Just… everything working out for me without me even trying. It feels so amazing—like God is alive.” “Of course He is.” She tilted her head. “Now what happened?” “Did I tell you Antonio said the second woman confessed to everything before she died? So he disowned her three sons—cut off any connection they’d have to his wealth or his network. But most importantly…” I paused. “He wanted me to take over as the rightful heir. I told him I’m already successful on my own. He said then he’d leave the inheritance to my offspring. I tried to reject that too—I have more than enough for our children and their c

she said, tucking her hair behind her ears. "A Duke's daughter? What are you doing here then?" "I was rejected by a mate four moons ago because I was wolfless. So I ran away from home and became a maid here." She announced. "What!? That's incredulous. Who was it that rejected you?" "Duke Ethan Ravenwood," she revealed, her voice coated with sadness and pain. "Oh... I know him," I muttered, gazing at her tenderly. "He was supposed to be my mate, but he rejected me."

She snapped at me, I averted my gaze from him immediately and fixed them on my mother. “I told you not to get involved with him.” She hissed. “You are a princess, you won’t be mates to a lowly commoner.” She scrunched her face in disgust. I bit my lower lip hard enough to draw some blood. “I was a princess, have you forgotten so soon, that we are no longer recognized as royals? I rejected him as my mate because of you, When you found out about him and pushed me off to Logan, I had to play along. He refused to accept the rejection and was holding onto the bond. I believed that I was going to come back to him.”

If he didn’t I’m sure I would also be homeless. I rubbed my hands on the floor. Some parts were soaked with my tears. The bed was right there but I couldn’t bring myself to use it. It felt wrong… like leaving the floor meant accepting he was really gone. Ding dong The doorbell rang I didn’t bother checking. I knew it was Nora. She was the only one who came to this house to check up on me. Every other person abandoned me. I was no longer the rich heiress; they didn’t see the need to be around me anymore.

I snap without turning to see who it is. Instead of leaving, he slowly circles around me until his gaze settles on my face. It's Prince Tendmond. A flicker of surprise crosses his features, and he gasps. “You’re… the Emperor’s mate?” "Not anymore. He rejected me. Right there in the hall for everyone to see.” I choke out. It is pure agony to say the words out loud. He nods, no pity in his face or tone. “Saw that rejection from miles away. I bet he chose your stepsister, Heather. The famed ones tend to magnetize towards each other."

Which led to the offer of the deal of a lifetime, when his story and rumors and intrigues started to spread, as that boy, also got involved with another girl from a wealthy family, living the life of robbing ignorant girls. So, proposing that she bring him to justice, making a complaint, in addition to being part of an alliance to bring down a gang, and being the sucker Daddy of a rich man who was a rival of his father, an oil company. Where she was forced to have a choice, monies could be paid in two instalments, with her reluctant acceptance of the role of a former family heiress for her new life with William Simpson. She looked towards the woman, no matter how hard she tried, she would be