The Heiress They Couldn't Break Novels & Stories

After Channing heard this, his expression changed, and his hand suddenly loosened. Seeing the change on his face, Sydney secretly thought to herself how close it was. Fortunately, Gordon had told her that the real heiress had been in a car accident and had disappeared afterward. The real heiress might have been disabled or braindead after being involved in something so terrible. It was even possible that wild beasts had dragged her away and feasted on her. In short, the real heiress would never appear again. Sydney only needed to play the role well…

He proposed. Sofia tilted her head a little bit. The name reminded her of this noir movie with the same title ‘Gilda’ and she was portrayed as quite a character. Seductive, playful, yet a bit sad at the same time, was stuck in a loveless marriage and had to find comfort in another man’s arm. Ironically, it somehow resonated with her. “That’s perfect. I will use it whenever we are in public.” She agreed. “Okay, then it’s settled, I will start getting those things ready for you. It will be done before our wedding day.”

Jade secretly squeezed Tiffany's hand, and Tiffany responded with a forced smile. "If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have invited you. You must think I'm a joke," she said. "What are you talking about? You're our friend. How could we laugh at you?" Melanie stepped forward to wipe the tears from Tiffany's face tenderly. She finally understood what Jade meant—the upper class was full of scandals. Melanie had thought that an heiress like Tiffany would have everything she’d ever wished for, only to realize that being an heiress wasn't as easy as it seemed.

For a moment, I saw when her smile faded a little and when it came back, it was already as bright as the sun does, as if there were no problem in the world. “I see… you’ve heard about it.” She let go of the wine glass as she crossed her legs. “Considering our situation, it’ll be an easy sight to put your interest in.” She suddenly motioned her hands in the air. “The famous heiress of ZBC broke off the engagement with her ‘unwanted’ fiancé. Hilarious, isn't it?” “Unwanted?” Now, that peaks my interest. “Hmm…” She sipped to her drink before answering me with an emotionless smile. “You probably haven't heard the part that his mother and half-sister don't like me?”

“That’s not what happened. If what you say is true, if the will was falsified, then why all the conditions? Why come and live with us, why not take it all in a heartbeat?” Maria narrows her eyes at me, looking victorious, like she knows all the secrets of the world. “Why not? They needed time to pin it all on you, didn’t they? To make you look like the villain right when you let your guard down the second you invited her in your bed. And with you gone, she becomes the only heir to the riches.” “And give them all to someone else?” “Just think about it. Who in their right mind travel half the world on a promise of an inheritance that might not even exist?”

His build covered mine, a sense of protection that I never knew existed settled in my heart. And of course, this was seen by everyone there. I was protected and cherished by the billionaire Shaw. Their greedy eyes shone and they quickly extended their claws to me, wanting to take a piece if I let them. They would break me and leave me without a shell just for their gains. But never again! I was here to trample on them like ants. “Mrs. Shaw, you are so beautiful.” “Of course, she is! She is a King heiress and Mr. Shaw’s wife. She can't be less.”

And those who had wronged me would soon understand that. I would rebuild. And when I did, they would all see exactly who Isabella Laurent truly was. The heiress. The queen. The one they could never break.

Damien’s steady hand on my shoulder reminded me that I was not alone, yet the weight of the moment threatened to crush my resolve. I recalled every warning, every whispered prophecy—the seer’s ominous words, the spectral guardian’s lament, and even the dark dreams that had haunted my sleep. All pointed to one undeniable truth: I was not just an ordinary heiress with a broken past, nor was I merely a pawn in the schemes of powerful alphas. I was the chosen vessel, marked by an ancient sigil that could either herald a new era or bring forth unspeakable destruction.

Lyn handed her some papers, “your grandfather asked me to hide your identity as the heiress. Only me and the assistant manager knew.” ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

The grand finale was about to begin. And in the heart of the mansion, the "Invisible Heir" was waiting to deliver the final, absolute slap to the woman who had tried to harvest her world.