The Glamorous Comeback Of The Ousted Heiress Novels & Stories

Not long after Dion left the house, she headed to the salon to get herself refreshed. She dyed her hair back to her original blonde color and no longer wore the contact, letting her natural, beautiful blue eyes shine. She also went on a shopping spree and got herself the kind of clothes the real Sofia De Laurent would wear. Those light colors, airy and flowy dresses, the shades of pastel and neutral. Things she couldn’t wear anymore when she was posing as Gilda. By the time she was back home, she looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She was finally back to her original self, but better, enhanced, improved.

"You know, Gina, no matter how much money you have, you still don’t fit the position of an heiress." I tilted my head. "Oh? And why is that?" "Because," Julian said, stepping closer, "an heiress should be graceful. Elegant. Refined. Not a power-hungry woman who’s desperate to prove something." I chuckled, shaking my head. "Ah, Julian. Still bitter, I see. Let me guess—you thought you’d seen the last of me?" He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "I was hoping." "Well, sorry to disappoint you," I said, feigning sympathy. "But as you can see, I’m very much alive. And unlike you, I don’t need anyone’s approval to be where I am."

"I'll get your usual caramel latte with extra whip, right?" I smiled, she remembered. "Yeah." Natalie hurried off, returning minutes later with my drink and a giant blueberry muffin. "On the house," she said, plopping into the chair across from me. "Now SPILL. How does a billionaire heiress end up working a normal job and hiding her identity?" I took a sip of the latte perfect, as always before sighing. "Long story." "We've got time," Natalie said, propping her chin on her hands.

"I promise I'll buy you every expensive watch in the world," Vivian said. Back then, I thought happiness was within reach. It wasn't until a year later that I found out she was the long-lost heiress of the Grayson family. She said she was going to take back everything she had lost. I didn't say a word and stayed by her side. Abductions, setups, poisonings, accidents—I went through every kind of ordeal. She fought hard and clawed her way to the top, becoming the rightful heiress of the Grayson family. But after that, everything changed.

The article was flooded with negative comments overnight, as if everyone had suddenly read it and immediately written down their thoughts. "How can a potential heiress to a major company be so annoying? Is she that arrogant?" "I'm sure she's acting like that to vent her anger because the woman she ruined is her ex-sister-in-law." "I wonder what this heiress is like. Why does she suddenly appear and cause trouble everywhere?" "Didn't she also crash the wedding of famous model Leika Walden? It's truly pathetic; her behavior is nothing like a maverick."

CH 10 POV: Sophia The Lost Heiress Returns By evening, the Hartwell estate no longer felt like a home. It felt like a palace preparing for coronation. Crystal chandeliers shimmered overhead. A red carpet stretched from the grand staircase to the ballroom entrance. Media vans lined the gates beyond the iron fencing. The world had been informed. The lost Hartwell heiress had returned. Sophia stood before a full-length mirror as stylists adjusted the final details of her gown — a silver masterpiece that clung to her like royalty.

The guests clapped, staring at me in adoration as if there was anything to adore aside the glamorous, dazzling, red dress, and the red bottom heels “Here's our heiress, all! The one who holds the future of White Fine Arts. We lost a treasure twenty eight years ago, but today, she's here to restore power into the company. She will be in charge to make the company better. All investments, business proposals, bids, and more can now come in.” The guests grinned. “Do you have anything to say, miss?” The spokesperson asked. Honestly, I had nothing to say. This was such a wrong timing.

After talking to them for three years, they suddenly acted like they didn’t know me. “We should leave, Giselle. People are already gossiping and narrating their own stories about what’s happening. Noah would regret this.” Chloe grabbed my hand as I looked at the people passing near us who gave me nasty looks. They were all judging me. “She embezzled millions of dollars from the bank and changed her identity from Laura McClain to Giselle Sullivan. How shameless of her to return to California and pretend like we didn’t know the real her. Doesn’t it sound strange that she left with nothing and returned as this rich heiress no one has ever heard of?” They muttered. “Mr. Blackwood should expose h

“You left me no choice.” His lips parted, as if to argue, but footsteps approached and interrupted us. “Everett, darling!” A woman in a glittering silver gown slipped between us, draping her hand on Everett’s arm as though it belonged there. She was stunning, in that polished, practiced way that only wealth could buy. She looked me up and down with an expression that screamed disdain wrapped in a smile. “And who is this?” I smiled sweetly. “Anyta Rushmore. His wife. Well… ex-wife.”

"Stellan? Stellan Vaughn?" I stiffened, my jaw tightening before I even turned my head. Standing there was a woman in a red dress that was cut too low and fit too tightly. She was beautiful in a standard, manufactured way, blonde, glossy, and hungry. I vaguely recognized her. An heiress to a shipping fortune, I had met at a fundraiser six months ago. "Camilla," I said, my voice flat. I didn't stand; there was no reason to. "I knew it was you," she purred, stepping closer, ignoring Thea completely. She rested a manicured hand on the back of my chair. "It’s been ages. You never returned my call about the... investment opportunity."