The Heiress Became The Villainess นิยาย & เรื่องราว

You're clearly having one of your episodes. Tina, meanwhile, had the nerve to start sobbing. "This is all my fault. I knew Cindy had mental issues, but I still brought her here." Their twisted lies echoed through the hall loud and clear. Just like that, the crowd turned on me. Everyone's eyes were full of scorn and judgment. "So Cindy's just some broke student the heiress sponsored? That explains the outfit." "The real heiress is so sweet. She even helped someone with a screw loose." David called over one of the company's assistants, Zachary Lindt.

Three years ago, she had walked away from all of it, convinced that love was worth more than power. She had been so sure. So certain that she didn’t need her father’s fortune, not as long as she had Charles. He was supposed to be her prince charming, the man who would love her, protect her, and prove her father wrong. She had imagined a beautiful life by his side, filled with laughter and stolen kisses, a home that felt safe in ways her cold, gilded upbringing never had. But fairytales were just that. Stories. And hers had unraveled into a nightmare.

“Don’t make a scene.” A bitter laugh bubbled in my throat. “A scene?” I turned slowly, my eyes locking with his. “You just handed my life’s work to Celeste and tossed me aside like I am some piece of garbage. And you’re worried about a scene?” Damian stood beside him, arms crossed, his face unreadable. Celeste, of course, was smirking, enjoying every bit of my humiliation. “You should be grateful,” Celeste purred, stepping forward. “You were only ever a placeholder, Scarlett. You kept my seat warm, but now the rightful heir is back.”

The whole incident was sparked in the middle of the night. Someone anonymously posted on a well-known gossip forum. The post's title was both alarming and dramatic. "Beloved Justice Heiress Is Actually a Despicable, Scheming Person." At that moment, only Summer really fitted the description of a popular heiress that had a sense of justice. The public had just begun warming up to her again after the scandal involving Chandler running over Paul. So, naturally, people clicked on the post immediately.

After leaving my husband, who did not love me, I restored my status as an heir to a super-rich family. With newfound clarity and determination, I reclaimed my birthright and embraced the responsibility that came with it. No longer bound by the constraints of a loveless marriage, I embarked on a journey of self-discovery and empowerment, guided by the unwavering support of my family. As I stepped into my role as heiress, I vowed to honor the legacy of generations past while forging my own path towards a future defined by resilience, strength, and unabashed authenticity.

"Did you know I wore 'come-hither' perfume? It'll hit you soon. Craving a woman's touch? Wait for Julia. She's on her way, and you two are a match made in heaven." With that, she walked away, calm and composed, her high heels clicking like a victory march. She was the epitome of pride, nothing like the temptress she had just played. She had lured him in, only to shut him down. It was a clear message: She was no longer the girl who would fall for his tricks. Once, she would have given anything to be his. At this moment, however, she would not give him the time of day. Walter fought back his rage, his desire. He did not drag her back, did not throw her down.

He gazed at me. “Oh, you are the famous Alanna Clarkson, won't say I am impressed, I am Lucas Vogue; the vogue lady son and the heir to this empire,” Of course, an entitled, spoilt rich kid who feels the world should cater to their inadequacy. “It is a pleasure,” I simply said, even though it wasn't, I could see his eyes trailing after me and that would make the creepy elderly man who was still staring at me, his father. The Vogue Lady's husband. When the Vogue lady talked about him and how he paused his life to support her, I didn't take him for a creepy old man. Maybe Angela was right on how one should never meet their hero.

She had grown used to it. To them she was the ruthless wild girl who stole her sister’s man, used her real heiress status to tear two lovers apart. Vivienne was the fragile victim and Anabella was the villain. Her family only saw what she could deliver. Her ex-fiancé had only seen her as a convenient bridge, useful for business, easy to control, someone who would quietly step aside when something softer came along and the pack saw her as the outsider who never quite belonged, the returned stray who disrupted their perfect story.

Jason sounded ready to lose his mind. "I thought you said Vessara would never respond." His voice rose. "Then where did all this come from?" The barrage of questions left Selena completely confused. She hurriedly opened social media. And froze. Trending #1: The Missing Heiress: The Story They Didn't Tell Trending #2: Victim or Villain? The Truth Behind Vessara Laurent Trending #3: Escaping a Toxic Family The headlines filled her screen. Selena blinked. Then blinked again.

Her eyes were like that of a predator, her gentle strides held confidence and grace. "I. Don't. need. to be a princess to be a queen, I don't follow customs, and I never will, Just so you know, am wealthier than the duke himself, so don't categorize me as your equal, am an heiress, so I qualify to sit beside him, you can't do anything about it Mrs. Estelle Lockwood." After finishing her long speech she smirked. Sometimes you need to scratch with your claws to pass your point. "Such disrespect!, this can't be condoned in here!!" Estelle was gritting her teeth, her face turned green.