Rejected, And Became A Heiress Novels & Stories

I’d tried to find something to love in him. “Marry him,” my Uncle Arthur had told me, his eyes as cold as the Laurent family vault. “Or walk away with nothing.” A year ago, I was an heiress. I had a name that meant something. Then came the car accident. No survivors. Just a girl left alone with a pile of legal documents she wasn't allowed to read and a "family" that turned into vultures the second the bodies were in the ground. They took the house. The company. My father’s legacy.

That groomless wedding was a disaster, turning me into a total laughingstock in Norelia. They didn't feel sorry for me, though. Mamma and Papa even scolded me for being dramatic. "It's only a postponed wedding. Nina's health is more important than a mere ceremony. You're being way too selfish, Patrizia!" I felt grateful to leave everything behind early in this life. I simply murmured my agreement, hung up, and took out the SIM card. I snapped it in half, tossed it into a nearby trash can, and walked toward the boarding gate as it slowly opened. I pulled my suitcase and firmly walked away.

After cross-matching DNA, his lawyers finally came across mine, which was a direct match with the DNA they were after. "If you can, please sign here, and here." The middle-aged attorney handed me a pen while instructing me on where to sign. I inserted my signature where necessary. When we finished with the necessary documents I was supposed to sign, I was also asked to make an appearance at the AD Tech building, the head branch of the late Mr. Augustus' business empire. Within a few hours, I was officially announced as the missing heiress of the AD Tech empire and Augustus' legacy.

Leticia's POV The door slammed behind him. I looked at his signature on the dissolution agreement. I did not cry. I felt free. The next day, I returned to the Buono estate. My welcome was my father's frozen stare and the whispers of relatives lining the hall. "James never intended to marry her. She has dragged the Buono name through the mud." "She cannot even keep her own fiance. How is she fit to be one of us?" "A Principessa who cannot secure an alliance or deliver a profit is no Principessa at all."

"Her files... the school registry listed her as an orphan from the outer rings. She never shifted in front of anyone, Dad. She never showed a scent." "Because she was hiding it, you fool," Richard hissed, his face contorting as he watched the political landscape of the entire territory shift in a single evening. "And you didn't just ignore her you rejected her. If the High Council finds out our pack insulted the Crescent lineage before the treaty signings..."

He started narrating it all, how wealthy Joan looked, her new found confidence. Alice's eyes narrowed as she listened. The more Keon spoke, the more her face twisted with disbelief. None of his words felt believable to her. “She has no one to help her,” Alice cut in. “How then can she become that wealthy from selling clothes? It's not even up to two months.” “Mom, I was also shocked, but that doesn't matter now,” he paused to clear his throat. He looked her dead in the eye. “What I need you to do now is to apologize to her.”

He needed to craft her image as a refined heiress returning from abroad. But in overseas circles, she became infamous for her chaotic private life. Several scandalous videos of her were even circulating. Once freed from the restrictions at home, she indulged recklessly, and the allowance from Roger was never enough to satisfy her extravagance. So she conned naïve foreign-born heirs who knew nothing of her reputation back in the country. Eventually, the rumors became impossible to contain. Quentin, though no saint, still maintained the image of a successful heir. How could he tolerate a future wife with such disgraceful scandals? His family broke off the engagement.

He asked, and I sighed and looked away. “She was taken away by King Charles!” I replied, and this time he spat out his alcohol immediately. “What?!” he exclaimed, and I rolled my eyes immediately. “Tell me this fully; stop giving me the details in short form!” He said, and I sighed, draining the leftover alcohol in my cup. “I rejected her as my mate so I could marry Kiara, and guess what she did! She accepted! She fucking accepted my rejection! How dare she accept my rejection!” I said, Move forward and sit properly on the chair.

I muttered under my breath, my fist clenching clutching onto the fabric of my cheap chiffon dress as I stared at the picture again. He was indeed curled up in the arms of another woman while I was being forced to make a hard decision. Why did I think that a wealthy billionaire like him would choose a poor woman like me with nothing to her name? He’d promised me a lifetime of love, peace and happiness with him, but instead, he inflicted me with pain and despondence. How was I to take care of this child on my own?

I was a girl who spent her entire childhood wondering why she was born unwanted; The girl who scrubbed tables and gets molested in bars just to survive. But just overnight, I found out that I'm a long lost heiress. I had a lot of questions to ask caleb; they were spinning in my head; How did they lose me for all those years? Why didn’t they find me? How did they let me end up in the hands of that monster who called himself my father? Everything didn’t make sense to me. But I just kept quiet and took in the shock. Doctor Caleb finally left, promising to come back to check on me; and Cynthia came back in with bags of food.