Novel & Cerita The Ousted Heiress's Glamorous Comeback With Triplets

Her brows knitted and she chewed on her bottom lip as she read out loud. “Hello, my wonderful fans. It's been a long ass time, but your baddest bitch is back, and she's back with loads of drama! Eek! The last time I brought the tea, you all called me a marriage destroyer and all sorts of names, but look how that turned out. I saved their marriage-by destroying it nonetheless-but at least no one is being lied to. Both spouses are happily separated. As always, I bring out the truth. Now, I have returned with more juicy stories. There is a billionairess out there whose husband is squandering her family's money (on me) just because she's infertile. There's more to the tea than meets the eye.

She pocketed the check, tugged on the slightly rumpled clothes she had worn the night before, and left the hotel behind without a backward glance. Two days later, she was on a plane bound for overseas, leaving Crimson Ridge and the shadows of her past behind her. A month later, in a foreign clinic, Althea froze as the doctor handed her the pregnancy test results. Her heart pounded. She had never imagined that a single night could result in life. She barely remembered the man, her mind retaining only fragments, a touch, a warmth, a glimmering emerald necklace he had left around her neck. Nine months later, Althea lay on the operating table, exhausted and trembling, as the cries of triplets fi

She smiled and pulled down her sunglasses, so he could see that she meant it with every fiber of her being. “Mummy!” The triplets shouted at the same time as they ran to meet her. Mr. Brown gushed at how cute the triplets were. They were two girls and a boy, and it was hard to tell their differences since they were wearing identical outfits. “Oh my goodness! What are your names?” He laughed as they grabbed his hand in excitement. “My name is Jenna,” The girl declared proudly, and this is “Elena and Jaden.” “Awn, you're cute.” He complimented as they giggled and ran around him.

Isabella's POV The morning after the gala, my face was on every news site and social media platform in the country. "The Lost Morrison Heiress Found." "Billionaire's Long-Lost Granddaughter Revealed." But my favorite headline was from a gossip blog: "Marcus Wei's Biggest Mistake: He Divorced a Morrison." I read that one three times before I started making calls. It was time to stop playing defense. Time to attack. I woke up in my bedroom at the Morrison estate to my phone vibrating nonstop.

It had been like that even during the time when the Grants had kicked Giselle out. It was as if Giselle was born to be elegant, even when she was in dire straits. Now she had made a perfect comeback. Not only did she have a successful career, but she had even managed to find her long-lost biological parents. She had transformed into the Stone heiress, whom everyone envied. She had both money and power. Meanwhile, Charlotte didn't retain any vestige of her former glory at all. Everything she owned had been obtained by brownnosing and flattering Jonathan.

He pleaded with me to lay along, I gave him the middle finger but did his wish, “well, he’s doing his best.” She pulled back, grinning up at me, as she cupped my face, “such a beautiful young lady. Keep him grounded, alright?” I nodded, mirroring her sweet smile. “You have great-grandchildren, grandma. Triplets.” He announced proudly. She gasped, surprised, “how come…oh you naughty boy.” She gave a grinning Bennett, or was it Rowland?, a glare, “how come I missed their first birthdays? Come here, babies.” The triplets went into her arms, hugged and wish a happy birthday which made her really happy, she lowered her body to peck them each on the forehead.

And looking at the picture of him and the triplets, I can't exactly blame her. I've seen newspaper clippings of him from when he was younger, my mother was even at his wedding, because she was engaged to his brother. Yes, when he discarded her like yesterday's trash, he gave her over to his brother like she was just some pawn in his chess game. The man was hot then, and he is hot now. His sons are no different, and apart from their eye color, they are almost carbon copies of him. I don't know how any straight woman would be able to resist them. And they're one of the richest families in the world, how unfair is that?

"It's not that simple. In a big family, being an heiress doesn't mean you can just give orders as you please." "What do you mean?" Frederick was about to ask more, when the office door was suddenly kicked open. A group of people in velvet robes marched in boldly. The company's security didn't dare to stop them because they recognized the badges on their chests. "It's the State Department of Justice!" "The Smiths from Centropolis!" "We can't afford to offend them..." Striding up to Jasmine with a commanding tone, they said, "As the new heiress, we've been ordered by the family to take you back to Centropolis immediately!"