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

I said as I sat back down and tried to keep the irritation out of my voice. "Forget the investors you already have and start thinking about the one who just landed back in the country, because word is that the Great Thorne Heiress—the real one, the one with the trust fund that hasn't been touched in three years—is looking for a new project to dump her excess capital into," Beatrice said, and I felt a sudden jolt of electricity run through my chest that made me sit up straight.

It turned out my late maternal grandfather wasn't just a regular businessman; he was the reclusive founder of the Montgomery-Collins Luxury Hotel Group, a multi-billion dollar hospitality empire spanning across Europe. Because my mother had cut ties with the family decades ago, I never knew. When my grandfather’s lawyers finally tracked me down through my passport registry, everything changed. I went from being a discarded distraction to a powerful, hidden heiress. I spent the last four years training under the radar, learning the ropes of the corporate world while fiercely protecting my twins from the media. "Both of you, pack your tablets," I said, walking over to kiss their foreheads. "Ou

He turned back to face me, his eyes expectant. “A good reputation,” I said. A loud laughter rolled out of Bradley's lips. “Reputation? Darling, I have a reputation.” I wanted to tell him I was the true heiress to the Amsterdam Empire. That the power I possessed surpassed many. But I couldn't. That was still my little secret. I opened my mouth, about to speak, but his ringtone stole the sound from my lips. He placed the phone on his ear. “Yes?” He demanded, almost angrily. “I'm in an important meeting and you just distracted me, James.”

For the first time, fear flickered behind his composure. Power wasn’t control. It was exposure. When I walked away, my heart thundered but my steps never faltered. The crowd parted like a tide. Somewhere, a journalist was already typing the headline: ‘The Lost Abram Heiress Returns — Family Secrets Resurface at Charity Gala.’ Mia caught my eye from across the room, her smile trembling with pride. I exhaled slowly. I’d done it — not as a broken survivor, but as the woman I was meant to be.

He moved quickly, cornering her against the wall, gripping her neck tightly. Luna couldn’t hold back the tears as she remembered how she had been cruelly forced to abandon her entire life and start over as if nothing had happened. Ethan’s rejection still hurt her, and feeling his touch again nearly tore her apart inside. “I could’ve lived peacefully with my children without you ever knowing they existed,” she said with difficulty, before he let her go, “but I need your help, Ethan. We need to find the triplets before it’s too late. And you have the power to do it.”

Her arrogance was not surprising, as she had proven to be a lady filled with despiration. "You already say you have a child, why do you wish to rub it on my face?" I asked. "That's because I don't want your wedding blossoming perfectly, while I am left to suffer for what the triplets had done to me. Ivory, I need you to understand that I am not after the money, I am after that marriage. I want you to stick to this understanding that if everyone gets to know that the triplets have a child, they would consider you a second option and me the first option." I squeezed my hands in rage, as the thought of strangling her came through to my mind.

“Triplets aren’t easy on the body, but you’re handling it well. You just need rest.” My secret had been exposed. Leonardo’s head jerked up in shock, Alessia’s eyes widened before narrowing into daggers. “Babies?” Alessia laughed in disbelief. “Triplets? Oh, that’s rich.” Leonardo tilted his head, studying me like a vulture. “So that’s your plan. Produce bastard heirs and steal my family’s empire?.” My jaw tightened. “They are Brayden’s children. Our children.” Alessia scoffed, her laugh slicing the air. “Are they really his babies? Why should we believe you? What would the world say when they hear that an auction slave is the one carrying Brayden Gatsby’s babies?”

They saw me as a princess, someone whom they had done a good job in choosing, not knowing the truth of my real identity and the family I came from. Just as we were about to take our leave to the main court for the prayer, the triplets made their entrance. They were a vision of youthful exuberance, dressed in ball gowns that mirrored my own. The dresses were made of the same midnight blue fabric, adorned with silver embroidery that created a harmonious blend of elegance and innocence. I for a moment felt like a family with them, even though I knew there was no space for me in their lives, the marching clothes still gave me that soothing feeling. The triplets rushed toward me, their eyes spark

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

"Did you just… hit me?" "Already lost a few brain cells from the impact?" I sneered and shook my hand to chase away the numbness. "Let this remind you who I am, dumbass. I'm the true heiress of the Blanc family. I wasn't adopted like Bella, so why the hell is she wearing my engagement dress?!" [4-Star Madness. Reward: 30,000,000 dollars.] Cha-ching. The rush was intoxicating, and so was the sudden jump in my bank balance.