The Real Heiress Doesn't Forgive Novels & Stories

He frowned, “watch your tone.” “I asked you a question, Lucas. Don't mess with me.” I replied, with anger burning within me. “Why shouldn't I mess with you? Who are you? You're nothing but a pathetic heiress with nothing in her bank account. No money, no assets. Nothing.” “My child is in Kate. You can't do this to me!” I wailed, “God, you're quite slow.” I blinked.

*So she isn’t even the real thing and was running her mouth off at Leah, talk about hardcore fake* *I always thought that there was something weird with her, a gal ain’t allowed to be that pristine* *Nw, I feel kinda sorry for the mistress who had to lose her man to her* *I feel rather glad for the mistress. I mean, her bf was blind enough to choose the fake heiress over her. It is lyk karma’s dealing wth both wife and husband*

"The world is going to see that Rossi label. They are going to look for you Hannah." "Let them look " I said. I leaned my head against his shoulder. "They will find a woman who works in a press house and buys her bread in the square. They will find a Trust that belongs to a village. They will not find an heiress. The Hidden Heiress died the day I returned the deed to Marco. What is left is me." I felt a sense of freedom. It was as if the last tie to my life had been cut. The long and difficult journey of my past the struggle and the revenge had been reduced to a fact: I was home.

I have a bad habit. I always say I’ll do something, but whether I actually follow through is another story. When I was eight, my adoptive father stole an e-bike and told me to keep watch. I patted my chest confidently. “Don’t worry. If anyone comes, I’ll tell you!” Then I squatted by the curb and got distracted watching a trail of ants. Twenty minutes later, my adoptive father was hauled away in a police car, along with the stolen battery. Later, I was kidnapped. The trafficker told me to sit still and keep quiet. I nodded eagerly. “Okay, sir!” Then I rolled down the window and waved at everyone outside. “Hi! My uncle told me not to make any noise!” By the time we’d driven three bl

To make a quick buck, I set up a barbecue stall at the National Day parade. All of a sudden, bullet comments started floating before my eyes: “Look at our heiress out here grilling meat! Does MC have any idea the money she breaks her back to earn a month can’t even cover the impostor’s afternoon tea?” “What’s she to do? Fate can be a bitch. Girl got her life stolen for twenty years.” “You’re getting picked up by your wealthy family tomorrow! Fight for what’s yours! Get your life back! Your parents’ love, your brothers’ support, and your fiancé’s heart!” “Got my popcorn. I’m ready for the showdown!” My hand froze. I was a rich heiress? And my wealthy birth family was coming to find me tomorro

She said making me want to argue but I stop myself for a moment. "She is not a Coleman. You are the real heiress. You are the one and only. Now call me, dad." Dad said while still looking at the fake Caitronia. He did not even bother to look at me. "I am still the heiress, dad." I suddenly said but I stop when I met his cold eyes. "Asha, please understand my decision. You will stay here but Caitronia is more deserving here." He said and it hurts like hell. How can he tell that without even blinking?

She was dressed up in a satin gown that showed all her curves, her hair had been done up and her face, well was rather gorgeous. She was smiling at the party like she belonged here. Her earlier inquired about her and found out she was Alicia Dickson, heiress to the Dickson fortune. The Dickson family had been his family’s rival for years. Was that why she disliked him so much? But he didn’t think she knew he was a George. “Maybe its in our blood to hate each other,” he laughed. She soon noticed him and her smile instantly dropped. She started to approach him. He smirked.

“That’s not what happened. If what you say is true, if the will was falsified, then why all the conditions? Why come and live with us, why not take it all in a heartbeat?” Maria narrows her eyes at me, looking victorious, like she knows all the secrets of the world. “Why not? They needed time to pin it all on you, didn’t they? To make you look like the villain right when you let your guard down the second you invited her in your bed. And with you gone, she becomes the only heir to the riches.” “And give them all to someone else?” “Just think about it. Who in their right mind travel half the world on a promise of an inheritance that might not even exist?”

Selena’s POV Mrs. Ashford moved forward a step, her hand trembling at her side, like she wanted to slap me and knew she couldn’t. “You think your little victory with the Harringtons gives you power over us?” Theo said then, stepping forward. “You’re still an ex-convict. You’re nothing but a placeholder until the real heir steps up.” I turned my gaze to him slowly. “And who would that be, Theo? You?” I let out a cold laugh. “You couldn’t land the deal. I did. And it was my name they stamped on that contract.”

All of my life I have built as Valerie Damer is now gone and I have no intention of going back. I do not like being an heir to my father’s throne but if the reason why Theo had done this to me was because of money then I will show him just pathetic he is. I will make him regret and there will be no going back for him. I will destroy their lives little by little, and I will not stop until I am satisfied.