Novel & Cerita The Real Heiress Doesn't Forgive

“You can’t seriously be suggesting a fake marriage, Michelle.” “Why not? Pretending this relationship was real has worked so far. Why stop now?” She asked, gaze unwavering. She was serious. “No,” I shook my head. “A fake marriage? That’s too far over the line.” The heiress stood, coming around the island as she spoke. “Will your father peacefully accept losing his chance to build a permanent connection with Hughes Industries?” She asked, voice harsh and unbending. “My parents will be disappointed, but they’ll easily find another wealthy heir to make their son-in-law.”

Relief. “So that’s it,” she whispered. “You get the crown… and I get the truth.” My heart clenched. I moved toward her without thinking. “No,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “You get me. A sister. If you want one.” Her breath caught, sharp and fragile. Then Calista laughed, bitter, sharp, empty. “How poetic. The lost heiress returns, secrets spill, and I lose everything.” “You lost everything the moment you chose to deceive everyone,” Killian said coldly.

And that someone used to be Shane Ryder until Clare claimed him as hers. That night was one of the worst ones I’ve ever experienced. So I push the thought to the back of my mind. Clare is still talking my ear off about how amazing everything looks when two girls walk towards us and I immediately want to run away. It’s Megan Rose and Eden Park, Clare Haistings friends. They both look absolutely amazing in their matching satin oval green dresses and strappy heels. They’ve always matched and I thought it was childish at first then I realized that Clare encourages it only because she looks like a main character when she’s with them.They are mean girls that Clare uses to hide behind in order to k

“This was also part of his plan. That woman knew she wasn’t your mother. The plan was always to get you in such a state of trauma that he would always have a way to control you anytime he needed to.” “But….why is he so evil? She tormented me all my life… and for what, a few millions?” “Billions, my dove.” My eyes widened to the size of saucers. “Billions???” “Yes. You’re the lost heiress of the Everhart fortune.” He announced, his tone a bit louder at the revelation. “This was your story, and you revealed it perfectly. You and your siblings are the heirs to the generational wealth in our name.”

“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.

“Do you know who I am?” I said nothing. “I am the public face of the Fernandez family,” she continued, her voice rising. “The Council will never allow this.” Her grip tightened on the necklace. “They’ll protect me.” Her voice grew sharper, almost desperate. “They have to.” I leaned back against the edge of the vanity, watching her quietly. “The council don’t get to choose anymore my dear .” I said with authority. Isabella froze. “What?” “I am Martina Fernandez, the rightful heiress to the Fernandez black dynasty and you’re a child of a mere maid who couldn’t keep her legs closed.” I stopped looking into her eyes . “And the council has already pledged their loyalty.”

Not because there was nothing to say but because everything we could say was too large to fit into words yet. I stared out the oval window, watching darkness swallow the wing, my reflection faintly visible in the glass. I barely recognized the woman looking back at me. Her hair was tangled, her eyes too sharp, too awake. There were faint scratches along her collarbone and wrist—souvenirs from a rooftop where the truth finally stopped hiding. I wasn’t the Hidden Heiress anymore. I wasn’t the substitute. I was the girl whose grandfather had signed her death warrant before she was old enough to understand what betrayal looked like.

"It means the baby is growing properly." She turns her cold gaze to me for just a moment before focusing back on Natasha. "It's wonderful that true love has finally won. That you've been proven to be the real heiress, the rightful one. Unlike some people who have been living fake lives, trying to steal what didn't belong to them for so many years." The barb lands exactly where Abigail intended, but I keep my hands folded in my lap, my plate untouched before me. Natasha plays her part perfectly, looking uncomfortable with the harsh implication. "Oh, Grandma, I don't want to take anything from anyone. I never asked for any of this."

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.

Her main character's energy shattered the moment it was weighed against genuine talent and accomplishment. She stared at me, her gaze burning with disbelief and venom. The live comment section, after a brief stunned silence, completely exploded. "What the fuck just happened?" "First prize at a national programming competition? And she gets her pick of any top university?" "Wait—Gloria? Wasn't she supposed to be the fake heiress? The one that's going to a no-name university?" "This plot twist has me shook." "Mr. Bowman is ignoring the real heiress and only has eyes for the fake one."