The Perfect Heiress' Biggest Sin Novels & Stories

"A bastard daughter steals the heirloom of her legitimate sister's mother and auctions it off for a fortune. Not only did you do nothing to stop her, but you went out of your way to erase the crime and ensure her profit." Elijah’s smirk deepened, and his voice was dripping with disdain. "Jacob, you really are the epitome of a perfect husband… oh, wait—no. The perfect ex-husband."

The young Heiress had the guts to kiss the young lord without his permission, such actions were shameless and needed to be taken care of considering how famous she is known for her mischievous behaviors. Having the rumored kiss stay up for more than thirty minutes could ruin his reputation. “Why take it down now? The fun hasn't yet started. Let us see how she is going to repay me back. ” His dark side chortled at Hayden as he stared at the deafening darkness. This girl did have some guts unless she wouldn't even dare to touch him, talk less of kissing. It was time he settled scored with the young heiress. “Paige Adams! You've been a menace since I got to know you. Let us see how you cope now

"You know what? The person Lilith hates the most is actually you." He jerked his head up. "Wh-why?" "Because in the previous life, you were the first person to realize something was wrong with her." I laughed coldly. "But still you chose to help her cover it up to please my parents, and you even joined her in harming me.” Tristan's face turned ashen. I closed the door slowly. "Enjoy the special treatment she has in store for you." "No! Elara! You can't do this!" Tristan shouted as he pounded on the door like a madman, his voice shrill. "I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"

“And I’m afraid you’ve made a very serious mistake tonight.” Lena forced a laugh. “What mistake?” Adrian’s gray eyes turned toward Aria. Then back to Lena. “The mistake of accusing the wrong woman.” Silence fell across the room. Lena’s smile slowly returned. “Oh?” she said sweetly. “And why would that be?” Adrian’s voice was calm. But deadly serious. “Because the girl you’re trying to remove…” He gestured toward Aria. “…is the real heiress of Vale Global.” The club exploded into chaos.

It was made to commemorate their collaborative brand's first appearance at Plavas Fashion Week. Hearing that only made Emily's eyes burn red with hatred. "The dress honestly looks pretty average." She came close to my ear, her voice low and sinister, sounding like a hissing snake. "But if it's yours, I just have to take it." The next second, she adopted a pitiful, tearful tone. Tilting her head, she threw herself into Derek's arms. "Derek, everyone says I'm a fake heiress and that I don't deserve anything…"

Except Lorenzo wasn’t watching the tourists. He was watching one girl. On the third screen, a young woman with long black hair stepped out of a café, carrying a small brown bag. She wore a simple dress and large sunglasses. She moved with elegance, with calm confidence — unaware she was being watched. Isadora Sinclair. The stolen heiress. The girl who lived a life that was never hers, yet should have belonged to him.

“All my life, I was your heir, your only true daughter! Bianca is the child of an affair and not a legitimate heir to the throne!” Bianca sighed as the crowd went wild again. She waited patiently for the voices to go quiet, as if she had all the time in the world. “My sister is right about one thing,” she said once everyone was calm again. “It’s true: I was born out of wedlock to a call girl.” Her eyes tightened a little, just enough that I noticed. “All my life, I was not formally recognized as the King’s heir. But now, seeing as our illustrious female Alpha has lost her wolf and misbehaved terribly, my father has finally recognized me. I am the heir now. I have received my inheritance.”

99% A gasp, sharp and collective, rippled through the room. It was the sound of three thousand people realizing they had been participating in a five-year farce. The “Perfect Heir” was a fraud. The child they had toasted to as the future of the Blackwood name was the biological son of the exile, the man they had been taught to despise. Daniel’s face had gone from ashen to a sickly, translucent white. He looked at the High Council—men who had seen him as a successor, women who had envied my “recovery”—and saw only the predatory glint of rivals who had found a weakness.

But when she investigated his past, she was pissed off knowing that he fully reserved himself for his longtime girlfriend which named 'Izzabelle Smith'. Because of her deep and crazy obsession for Ethan, she tried her best to dig out some important informations about the woman he loved but she couldn't find anything useful aside from the fact that she is an heiress of a billion-dollar company and she had graduated from college with an excellent performance and that she went abroad for further studies.

What she meant was that she was tired of being locked up there but ofcourse, she wouldn't dare to say that. "Oh honey, you don't have to think that way. You are the one and only heiress of the Chase family. You are my most precious possession." She cooed. Sthephanie gagged internally. She did not wanted to be anyone's possession but wanted to live a normal life like any other adult. "But you have to understand, we can't let anyone know about your existance. You know why right?" She knew, she was very well aware that she was child of a shameful act but why did she have to pay for the sin that her parents commited.