The Heiress Revenge: Abandoned No More Novels & Stories

“But I was wrong. You’re still the same as before. And I’ve always feared making you my heiress since I started seeing this side of you, a character that looks down on people beneath your class, that enjoys hating on others for no good reason, and when you notice that someone isn’t of use to you. You treat them like dogs. That’s not the character of an heiress to my company.” His voice was calm but stern, each word landing like a blow. “I’m sorry for the sudden change,” he finished, “but that’s how it’s going to be. After Larry’s burial, I’ll announce Anna to the world as my biological daughter and the heiress to Quinn Enterprises, and that’s final.”

“You raised raccoons in couture.” It was beautiful chaos. The headlines by evening? "Krystal Hunter: Heiress of Poise, Power, and Petty Revenge." "McLaren Empire Collapses, Reborn Under the Hunter Legacy." "From Ashes to A-List: The Queen Returns." Tomas toasted with his glass of wine. “To poetic justice.” Darren wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed my temple, eyes glinting with something deeper than just celebration. “You didn’t just burn the house down, love. You rebuilt a palace on the ashes.”

"It means the baby is growing properly." She turns her cold gaze to me for just a moment before focusing back on Natasha. "It's wonderful that true love has finally won. That you've been proven to be the real heiress, the rightful one. Unlike some people who have been living fake lives, trying to steal what didn't belong to them for so many years." The barb lands exactly where Abigail intended, but I keep my hands folded in my lap, my plate untouched before me. Natasha plays her part perfectly, looking uncomfortable with the harsh implication. "Oh, Grandma, I don't want to take anything from anyone. I never asked for any of this."

Someone to be respected. From the corner, Nyra hissed through gritted teeth, “You’ll pay for this. I promise you.” Alana didn’t respond, She didn’t need to. They had all heard her roar. And now… they would never forget it. But even as peace returned to the kitchen, her mind circled the insult again and again. “Used product…abandoned…” She hadn’t mated with Kayden since their ceremony and he hadn’t brought it up. Not once.

Marcus suggested bitterly. Elena walked to the window, looking toward the outskirts of the city where Thorne Manor sat. "Or maybe he wanted me to be the one to sign the forfeiture. He doesn't want a broken company. He wants a queen who chooses him." She turned to Marcus. "Get the car. We’re going back to Oakhaven." "Elena" "Now, Marcus. Before the sun is fully up." The drive back to the manor felt like a journey into a past life. The gates were still locked, the rosebushes still shredded from the helicopter. The silence of the estate was eerie, a sharp contrast to the chaos of the city.

Then, as if recalling something, she added lightly— “Speaking of which… doesn’t the title ‘mistress pretending to be a rich heiress’ suit you quite well? Saves me the trouble of coming up with a headline when I expose you.” Vanessa’s expression froze. “I’ve been part of the Hartley family since birth!” she snapped. “As for Gabriel, you couldn’t keep him, that’s your failure. No one will believe you.” Isabella smiled faintly. “Then let’s test that.” Her voice dropped. “I’ll reveal mine too. The two men you bribed are still missing, aren’t they? Maybe I’ll have better luck finding them publicly.” Vanessa’s face turned pale. “Isabella… you’re insane.”

" Laura gave Andrew her phone. Rain’s lips were close to Hadley’s car in the picture, and her head was slightly lowered. They appeared close. In a moment, Andrew’s eyes darkened, the torrent of emotions barely contained. He gave a sinister smile but remained silent. Harry arched an eyebrow as he glanced at the phone screen. "That's Golden Group CEO Rain Brolin. Hadley most likely knows Rain if she knows Pedro Fern. Rumor has it that the heiress of Golden Estate did not join the company upon her return. She became Rain’s CEO while remaining in the background With a gentle, lovely voice, Laura turned to face Harry. "Harry, who is this heiress of the Golden Estate? She seems to be so highly reg

There was something odd about him, but I couldn't place my hand on it yet. “He's one of the best men to have on your team.” Drew added, Next was a woman with piercing sky blue eyes. Her hair was cut in a bob, and there were no wrinkles around her eyes. I noted that. She wasn't one to smile often. “Vivian Moreau from Moreau and partners. I specialize in probate disputes, inheritance fraud, and forensic will challenges. I am also here because I know what it means to be an heiress.” I smiled at her, “thank you.”

“She used to date him before. Years ago. They broke up. She dumped him. And when he finally started healing—finally started seeing me—she came back and took him like I was nothing.” Gina folded her arms and leaned back against the dresser. “Let me get this straight. She dumped him, left him to rot, and then swooped back in and snatched him the moment you two got serious?” “Yes.” Gina tilted her head. “Then she didn’t steal him. She recycled him.” I stared. She shrugged. “Still, if you want to take him back… why not? Sounds like you had him first.” I didn’t say anything, but she saw the idea sinking in.

"A deal? A wolfless, broken heiress who dropped out of school to hide a pregnancy thinks she can ride the Reaper? What the hell could you possibly have that I want? And don't even get me started on your body, I could have any woman I wanted." "But none of them is the heiress to the billion dollar Vance Holdings Company Or has access to its deepest, most protected financial records. The offshore routing numbers, the shell companies my stepmother uses to launder money for the Cross pack, and the legal blueprints to completely dismantle Julian’s family from the inside out. I will give you everything. I will put the weapon to bury them right in your hands."