Rejected, And Became A Heiress Novels & Stories

Marginally. I straightened my sleeve. Picked the folder back up. Subject accepted rejection verbally and immediately. Left Ironmoor territory before midnight same day. That’s my girl She hadn’t begged, hadn’t given Caden Walsh or his pack or any of the wolves who had made her omega for thirteen years the satisfaction of watching her fall apart where they could see it. She had looked him in the eye. And she had taken the rejection and handed it back to him like it meant nothing. I thought about her in the borderlands. Swaying on her feet and refusing to admit it. Telling me her situation had never been good and that she was used to it. Saying it like she was describing the temperature outside

I cleared my throat sharply, my eyes flashing with a cold, calculating light as I took a commanding step forward, dominating the center of the room. "I was just about to get to that exact point, Joel." I leaned over the table, my voice dropping the fake grief, hardening into a firm, authoritative register that brooked zero argument. "The law dictates that the succession must fall to the Heir. But let us look at the bloody reality of our situation," I said, my gaze sweeping across the room, locking onto each man individually. "Our designated Heir, my niece Valeria, is currently trapped at the Summit Citadel, deep within neutral territory. Worse, she is utterly compromised, bound by a legally

Sebastian arrived at the agreed meeting spot right on time. The second he sat down, Marcus cut straight to business. "I know you've wanted out of this for a while. I'm willing to sign off on it. But breaking an engagement isn't a small thing it reflects on both our families, and it's going to land harder on my sister's reputation than on you." "There's a hundred acres inside the first ring of Cole holdings. Transfer it to my name, and consider it compensation for my sister." Sebastian's face gave away nothing.

At that time, she believed she was the heir to the Vale family and that everything the family owned would one day be hers. She thought that as long as the senior stayed with her, they would have a bright future together. Back then, she didn't think much of Marcus. After all, he was just average-looking and if it weren't for the Kade family's background, she wouldn't have given him a second glance. Later, when she found out she was only an adopted daughter, she made the difficult decision to break up with the senior. He pleaded with her, almost making her change her mind, but in the end, the allure of wealth and status won out.

Wendrah nodded, her glow pulsing faintly, each flicker more unstable. “You are not just chosen by the Goddess. You are heir to the bloodline the old king tried to erase. The rightful flame of a kingdom he buried in his hunger for power. Your grandmother lived in hiding, your mother never knew the truth… but the line endured. And now it stands again in you.” I staggered back a step, shaking my head, trying to make sense of the enormity of it. “All this time… You knew. You knew and you didn’t tell me.”

She shook her head and looked away again. My throat tightened painfully. My father was naming Bianca his heir, and my own mother only saw me as a failure because of it. She wasn’t even trying to help. My father held up his hand, and the noise died down. “Liora, my eldest, has served this pack well. But she is no longer fit to inherit. She will instead marry Ambrose, becoming the Lady of Falcon’s Reach.” A ripple of gasps worked its way through the crowd at that word.

Leaning my head back against the elevator doors, I close my eyes and grit my teeth as the pain of rejecting my mate flows through me. Goddess, she was perfect in every way for me, from the way she playfully bantered with me to the way her body moved, but she was not a warrior. She was a maid serving the Alpha Queen and Princess, a lesser wolf who would he easy prey for my enemies. I had to reject her to protect her. Had to let go of her before I got to know her. Knowing her would hurt us both further.

"With respect, sir, you don't have time not to go. The Reynolds acquisition is the biggest deal of the year. If you don't show face, they might interpret it as disinterest. We could lose everything we've built." Ethan ran a hand through his unwashed hair. "I don't care about the acquisition." "You will tomorrow." Mark set an invitation on the desk—cream envelope, gold wax seal, the Laurent family crest pressed into it like a brand. "One night, sir. That's all I'm asking. Show up. Shake hands. Smile. Then you can go back to hunting for your wife." Ethan stared at the invitation. Crystal Laurent, it read. The Lost Heiress. Making her formal debut.

Publicly humiliated. And yet the Reynolds convinced themselves that she should return to serve them — handle their events, manage their affairs, and beg for forgiveness. They didn’t understand that the girl they thought they controlled was now living in a world they could never access, supported by a family whose wealth eclipsed everything the Reynolds could ever dream of. But delusion was a comfortable place, and the Reynolds sat inside it like royalty in a crumbling castle. Bella, who had been watching quietly from the side, immediately perked up at the mention of her birthday.

Zoe became his only choice. Her lips curled up into a dangerous smile as she spoke to her grandfather the day they met again, and she decided to take his offer to be the official heiress of the corporation after rejecting the offer the first time she met him. It was a win-win situation for her, and it would change her life forever.