روايات وقصص ضمن The Ousted Heiress's Glamorous Comeback With Triplets

“So you think that betraying your fiancée and sleeping with her sister was reasonable. Do you also find it reasonable that you’re half naked and about to be single for the rest of your natural life, or is that just a happy coincidence?” Delphine stood, barefoot on the old wooden floor, and somehow still managed to look regal. That infuriated me most of all. “You can joke all you want, Eve, but you have just thirty days. Good luck finding someone to marry you once word gets out. The desperate heiress, dumped right before her deadline. It’s practically a headline.” “Desperate Heiress does have a nice ring to it. Very tabloid chic.” “You think this is funny.”

“Life can be funny. See how you turned from hero to zero.” They both continued laughing at her. Delaney’s eyes welled with tears. “That’s her problem,” one said. “Let’s look at the handsome billionaire on our screen.” They giggled. The TV host continued: “So the engagement party will last for days, as he will also be celebrating the christening of his triplets.” “Here is the photo of Alexander Draven and his secret wife, Ariella Marlowe Draven.” Immediately the caster said Ari’s name. Delaney quickly stared at the TV. She was shocked, looking at Alexander, Ari, and their triplets.

My eyes darkened as I glanced at my bare ring finger, relieved that I’d tossed the band away. “Oh… I didn’t mean to imply—” “I’m fine,” I said, forcing a smile. “Just tired from the flight. And this look? I’m getting rid of it today.” Olivia’s face brightened slightly. “I’m just glad you’re back. You came at the perfect time.” Her tone turned conspiratorial, her storyteller expression taking over. “Your stepmother is over the edge, parading herself as the mother of the new heiress to the Gomez fortune.”

She wasn't going to let any of them leave here without her, and if Sasha really wanted to hurt anyone, then it had to be her. "You want money! Fame! Power? Tell me anything you want and I'll give it to you without wasting a second, but all I ask is that you let my kids and I go, and we would never ever get in your way again. I don't care, I'll leave everything behind and go wherever it is you want me to go. I'll go far away, so just please, please have mercy!" Taylor begged. The last thing she was going to watch was someone harm her triplets and the baby inside of her.

He didn't look homeless, and one can tell from one glance that he is well-read. The truth is I was not finding any of his questions funny as I felt miserable and pained from all the embarrassment I had earlier encountered. I pulled down my shirt for him to see out of annoyance. “Here it is sir, it is a fucking birthmark and I hate it, I will gladly give you if you want it," I said in frustration. “I'm so sorry to bother you my lady, but I happen to come from London, and this mark of yours is a mark that is mostly associated with the royal family, I think if that mark is real, that you may be a princess,” he said, looking surprised at his own words.

Then she noticed the smile on my face, “maybe he... “ I didn't let her finish, “How is the media handling the Heiress’s disappearance?” “Uhm about that,” she continued, “Grace is still the prime suspect in the heiress's kidnapping.” Her face turned into a smile, “And obviously… no one knows you're both the Thorne Heiress and Morgana.” Interesting. “So the public feels the Thorne Heiress is still missing,” she added. Good. Let them think that. “And how's the preparation for the party?” I asked

"The louder she speaks, the harder she’ll fall when I cut the floor out from under her." The Grand Hotel ballroom was a cavern of Gilded Age excess, dripping with crystal chandeliers and the heavy perfume of the city’s elite. As Evelyn entered, the room didn't just go quiet; it froze. She was draped in a gown of midnight blue that seemed to swallow the light, her presence radiating a cold, magnetic authority that made the "disgraced heiress" label feel like a bad joke. Lucas was the first to approach, his face a mask of practiced regret. Beside him, Iris clung to his arm, her eyes darting around like a trapped animal. She looked frantic, her makeup a fraction too heavy to hide the exhaustion

He said. "I've been working my butt off for everyone all my life" "And It's time for me to step down and enjoy the rest of my life" I was so shocked. Don't tell me. "It's time to introduce the new successor of Madden Group of Hospitals and Madden Realty Group" No way. Not yet. "Let me introduce to you, my one and only heiress, the reason for all of my hard work. Soline Madden" My mouth dropped. I want to throw tantrums at dad but everyone is looking at me including the men I slept with.