Rejected, And Became A Heiress Mga Nobela at Kwento

"And what does that mean?" "That this trip is one big party," He sighs loudly. "Steal whatever bottles and presents you want. My sister Jessica will inherit my grandfather's company and money, but since I'm the one running things, the company will go down into the grave. Jessica knows nothing about being a CEO. I don't even think she is interested in our hotels and restaurants or the people working there either." "Oh..." My chest is constricting with guilt. I don't dare to meet his eyes. "I'm sorry."

I was dragging her down too much memory lane. “It's nothing, honey. I just… I remember when I broke the news to your father that I was pregnant. He was really happy. We made plans for our baby girl; she'll have the best things and we'll raise her right, she'll grow up to be a heiress-” I've pretty much failed at every aspect and especially the last one. I wasn't just not a heiress, I was a contracted prostitute. “Now even though you're not a heiress,” she cupped my face. “And it seems like you don't have it all figured out. You grew up fine and you took care of yourself and even took care of me– I'm sorry.”

Her hands trembled as they reached for the hem of his garment, her tears falling freely onto the floor. “His highness!” she sobbed, her voice breaking. “Forgive me! Forgive us! I did not know I had married a monster. I swear it! I never thought that he could scoop to this… this wickedness.” The hall was silent, save for her cries. Even the elders sat frozen, their expressions unreadable. She raised her eyes, swollen and red, her voice trembling as she continued holding onto Nicklaus.

"Why were you rejected though? Were you given any valid reason?" Geneva stared into the dark space before them. All that could be heard was the chirp of crickets, the sound of night animals running over dried up leaves meshed with the music playing in the palace. "A lot of reasons. Firstly, he said I didn't look like someone who was going to give him an heir. Then he said that I would sleep with all of his friends on my first week of entering the palace. He counted me as a courtesan." "Are you?"

Lady Geneva coaxed and placed her hands in Catarina's shoulder. "No!" Catarina broke away from the Lady's grasped. "I can't accept it! Mom, I was with Dad all these years! I studied how to become a good duchess, but... but that trash take my inheritance away!" "Catarina!" Lady Geneva said and dragged the girl onto the corner where no one was around. "Just let this event go in peace. We can deal with Sydnee later, okay?" Looking into the resolute gaze of Lady Geneva, Catarina finally calmed down. She clenched her fists and vowed that she would never let this matter go!

She sighed, sitting down beside my bath. “Yes, I have. Once.” She picked at something stuck on her skirt and didn’t look me in the eye for a while before sighing. “Your great great grandfather was mated to a commoner. He was the one who decided that nobles should only mate with nobles and royal blood should be kept royal.” Her eyes filled with sadness. “He rejected her the moment he realized who she was, but like you, the rejection didn’t seem to take.” She sighed, getting up and crossing her arms as she walked over to the window. Taking a moment as if to gather her thoughts, she turned around and looked at me. It was one of the few times I saw tears in my mother’s eyes.

Without a second thought, he approached her, forcing her onto his back and declaring her his prize. “You belong to me now,” he declared, dismissing her protests. In a cruel twist of fate, he rejected his own mate and married Anneliese against her will, trapping her within the confines of his castle. The opulence of the place was suffocating; every corner reminded her of the life she had lost, and every gaze from his pack members whispered of her new status as a captive.

The thought of Heather suddenly crossed my mind, and a hot wave of bitter hatred rushed through my veins. Heather! My weak, quiet, pathetic stepsister. I stopped pacing and stared out the window into the woods, I remembered the day the royal decree came. The King had ordered our family to send a bride for Prince Keith. Everyone knew Prince Keith was a crippled man in a wheelchair, everyone thought he was a broken, useless prince who had no future. I was the one who was supposed to marry him, it was my right as the eldest. But I refused, I didn't want to spend my life pushing a wheelchair. I forced my parents to send Heather instead. I made Heather marry him so I could stay here and wait for

She, disappointed, eventually sold off all of her father's remaining estate and left her village just like that. "She wasn't even sixteen years old at the time. "In the end, I rebelled and rejected the marriage arranged by your grandfather. I worked hard, leaving your grandfather's residence so I wouldn't be bound to him anymore. "I took the path your uncle took, working day and night to become wealthy so I could hire people to find your mother. "I succeeded in returning to America, expanding my business here with your uncle's help. He was the only one who supported me through all my despair. Apologizing repeatedly for not being able to help me find your mother.

I didn’t need to be told what had happened. And yet, despite it all, my heart clenched painfully in my chest. The rejected crown prince was my mate. How was I supposed to feel about this? If he had still been the heir to the throne, perhaps I could have been happy. But he wasn’t. He had been cast aside by the king, forsaken by the Moon Goddess, and stripped of his birthright in favor of his younger brother. He wasn’t the chance I had prayed for. "P-please reject me, Your Highness. This lowly one does not deserve to be your mate," I had pleaded, hoping— praying that he would let me go.