The Ousted Heiress's Glamorous Comeback With Triplets Novels & Stories

"At the point of my escape from that horrid place, all I could think of was a new life for me and the triplets. At the time, he didn't deserve the honor of knowing he had triplets because I was certain he would hinder my movement and try to take them away from me. He was mated already to someone else without my consent and you didn't think I'd leave my babies in such environment, did you?" "Forgive Marcell for his thoughtlessness. He fell off his mother's back at birth." Annabella stepped in before I lost my cool and I caught sight of the glare she sent in his direction. "All I've gathered so far, the evidence puts the triplets in the Moonstone pack. Maybe he wants them back, to acquaint him

After a quick refresh in the bathroom, I emerged calm and composed—perfect. I slipped into a sleek black dress that clung to my curves, elegant and understated. Paired with refined heels and minimal jewelry, I looked every bit the powerful Conti heiress. With one last glance at my reflection, I headed downstairs, purse firmly in hand. “Where have you been, you spoiled brat?” my brother Stefano snapped the moment I entered the dining room. “We’ve been waiting for you.” That did it. “I’ve had enough of your damned blabbering, Stefano,” I shot back coldly.

I had taken the beauty everyone admired and ruined it. But it wasn’t enough. She needed to suffer more. She needed to be gone. The triplets' decision to keep her alive as a tribute was a problem I would have to solve myself. But for now… I needed to focus on winning Rylan over. Slipping on the revealing dress I had one of the maids purchased from a luxurious store, I stepped out of my room and began to walk towards his room while adjusting the straps of my dress to reveal an insane amount of my cleavage.

A year after giving birth to my triplets, I made my debut in the aristocratic society, stunning everyone as the long-lost daughter of the Dowager Grand Duke Beowulf and Grand Duchess Leanne Bellwood returned. "Mother, I learned that an envoy from the royal palace has been coming lately to the Velvety Stones for customized jewelry," I told her as she was sitting beside me, glorying herself from the moonlight blessed by the Moon Goddess Herself. Mother stiffened and glanced at me with a wry smile on her lips. "Yes, darling. They are..." She turned me, panicking. "But I declined them as per your wish." She knew well why I did not want to deal with them since I knew that there was one specific p

She will not rely on her father and half-sister's luck to help Flower, but she will try to find the man who planted the seeds of the triplets that night in her womb and while doing so, Josephine will also reclaim her mother's company as it is her inheritance. Maybe, now is the right time to return to Metronine, just like she promised herself and the triplets who were still in her womb, six years ago. *** At the airport of Metronine. "Owh, they're so cute," said a woman wearing a colorful turban and saree. "I don't see triplets very often. They look like they came out of a Japanese animation and the mother is so beautiful," said one man, nudging the arm of another man beside him.

If she tries to take it from me, I will destroy her. I’ve spent too long building this mask to let it slip now. When my parents look at me, they see the daughter they raised. When society looks at me, they see the flawless Black heiress. When Lucas looks at me, he will see his future wife. And when Hannah looks at me? I will smile at her, hug her, whisper “welcome home” while quietly tightening the noose

“No, my dear. You’re already very smart. You don’t need to sell anything or work for anyone. You’re my little princess—you should be served, not the other way around.” She looked into my eyes, searching for reassurance. “Then what should I do, Mommy?” she asked, her tone bright with hope. I smiled. It was time. Even Lady Sheila Belmont had failed me, and now I had to take fate into my own hands. I’d already mapped out my plan. If Shantel stuck to it, Oscar would be mine. I would use the quadruplets to make it happen. “You must get closer to Diamond, Princess,” I said.

The news anchor’s voice rang out: "Suzanne Smith, a renowned actress and heiress to the Smith Empire in Canada, has resurfaced after years of seclusion from the business world. She has announced the launch of the groundbreaking self-driving car project, Medal Cars, which has already gained approval from the most powerful businessmen worldwide. This marks a new era in AI-driven transportation." Their hands dropped from each other’s hair as they stared in stunned silence. Beatrice’s mouth fell open. "Suzanne… was an heiress to a powerful family?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

"Or something even bigger?" The live chat flooded with messages: “Who kidnapped Rachel?” “OMG, are those her kids?!” “Ethan Dawson is involved? This is huge!” “So the rumours are true, they are triplet” “How can Ethan propose to a lady that has three kids that are not her ex husband's own. Suspicious" Ethan gritted his teeth. The media had turned this into a spectacle. “We’re almost there,” Greg confirmed. “Just another two minutes.” Mia clasped her hands together, whispering a desperate prayer. “Please, let them be okay.”

I was Susan Davidson, the rightful heir to the Davidson Corporation. But as I sat there, my mind flashed back to the day they orchestrated my downfall. Emily and Jessica had been so convincing, so cunning. They had handed me a plane ticket to the USA, claiming it was for my benefit, to start fresh after everything that had happened. I had trusted them—foolishly, naively. It wasn’t until I arrived at the airport that I realized it was all a lie. The ticket was fake. I’d been humiliated, left stranded with nothing but the clothes on my back. And then they had taken everything that was mine.