The Heiress They Couldn't Break Novels & Stories

He just stood there, staring at me across the crowded ballroom with an expression of complete devastation. The girl he'd thrown away, the wife he'd neglected and humiliated, the woman he'd told would never find anyone better, was Isabella Morrison. Granddaughter of Alexander Morrison. Heir to one of the largest fortunes in the country. One of the most powerful women in New York. And he'd let me go without a fight. The applause finally died down and I sat back down, accepting congratulations from the people at my table with grace and poise I'd learned from watching my brothers navigate society. But I was hyperaware of the Wei family table, of the chaos I knew was happening there.

"The world is going to see that Rossi label. They are going to look for you Hannah." "Let them look " I said. I leaned my head against his shoulder. "They will find a woman who works in a press house and buys her bread in the square. They will find a Trust that belongs to a village. They will not find an heiress. The Hidden Heiress died the day I returned the deed to Marco. What is left is me." I felt a sense of freedom. It was as if the last tie to my life had been cut. The long and difficult journey of my past the struggle and the revenge had been reduced to a fact: I was home.

Mr. Justin Erickson's laughter was a low, dangerous one. “My son is in love with the fake heiress?” His tone dripped with anger. Lucas’ feet trembled, his hands clasped behind him. “But Dad, Sophia is much loved by the Sterlings than Audrey…….” “You're such a fool,” Mr. Justin barked at him, his face darkening. He slammed his fist on the table, making Lucas flinch. “Who is the Heiress between the two?”

Remi didn't say anything at first, just watched me the way you watch something you're deciding whether to bother with, and I sat there across from two of the most powerful men in the country and felt smaller than I had felt at any point since this entire nightmare started. "You know what our sister gave up for you?" Cyrus said. "I know," I said. "Do you" he said, and it wasn't a question, it was a statement wearing a question's shape. "She walked away from all of this. This building, this name. Every door it opens. Three years of her life to a man who couldn't see her standing in front of him." "I know what I did," I said. "I'm trying to fix it." Remi laughed, short and humorless. "Fix it,"

I don't know how this happened but our mansion was signed under magaret's name, meaning she owns our big mansion, now I see the reason dad said I should leave, but his will is still in my name though, so it really didn't bother me, with this will I can earn it back. I want nothing to do with her, she isn't my problem, she has twenty percent of the company shares. I will back for it, this isn't over. I need to uncover this mystery, I will come back. ************** We are in country A, can you imagine? Three heiresses are in a very unfamiliar country, remembering the issue made me heave a sigh. "Wow, country A, here I come!!!" Katie is always dramatic. "Katie, people are staring at us, "vida m

Everyone will betray me, in the end, even him. I rose and headed into the hallway, needing to assess the mansion's layout, find any secrets, any potential escape routes should he decide to kill me. I turned and saw three maids staring. Their gazes were cold, unwelcoming. The brown-haired maid rolled her eyes, and they began to whisper, not even bothering to hide it. "She's the Sterling heiress... the broke heiress." "Oh, I've heard about her," another chimed in. "The boss probably bought her. It's obvious what she offers him. Her body." They laughed, a cruel, mocking sound.

But I wasn’t there. I was still upstairs. Still hearing his voice. One night. Still seeing the way he looked at me, like I was something he actually wanted. From silent daughter of Kingsley Heathingway to the woman offered pleasure by the very man she’s been forced to marry. Everything had changed in a matter of hours. But I didn’t have to make a decision tonight. No. I’d make it later. When I was alone. With a bottle of Heathingway wine. And a memory I couldn’t shake. Or maybe... Something more than a memory was already in motion.

A little voice in her head whispered, Run ,You don’t belong here. But Kayden stood like a wall next to her solid, fierce and unbothered. Unshakeable. Some of the pack bowed, others hesitated. But one of them stood out , one of the maids in the back slipped away quietly away from the crowd , phone clutched in her hand. “ He brought another woman,” she whispered through the phone , making sure no one could hear her. An hour passed. Kayden gave her a quick tour, never letting go of her hand.

They chorused, their bodies vibrated as though afraid of someone? Ma'am? Is this another joke? They'd never call me that. "Just let me go!" I said, fighting tears. But they did something unexpectedly. They were bowing their heads. My jaw dropped as I turned, half-expecting it was a mistake. But it was just me. "We can't let the heiress leave" I scoffed, wiping my face as my delusions must be taking over me. "I'm not the heiress, you all heard the lawyer and stop fooling me... please just let me go!"

"No, e. I just saw it now." "She's a daughter of a famous tycoon and a former actress. Unica hija is therefore the only heir. Graduated with latin honors in Ateneo. My cousin proposed to her but didn't answer. She said she already likes someone," he continued. I have no interest in the speaker's personal life. "He mentioned a name there in the magazine, e. I just forgot." It was a pain in the ass. I could barely understand what the speaker was saying because Harry was speaking next to me. If I only knew he's still that talkative, I should have avoided him.