The Real Heiress Doesn't Forgive Novels & Stories

“Enough. Ciara is the O’Connell heiress. Not Isolde. Ciara is this family. She carries the blood, the name, the legacy. You forget yourself when you speak otherwise.” Silence fell, heavy and absolute. My sons looked to me, but I could not deny the truth. Ciara was the heiress. Isolde was only ever a shadow. I leaned back, the decision carved into stone. “So be it. Tomorrow, she leaves for Italy.”

"Of course they don't know each other. The fake heiress lost her Westbridge University spot, so now she's resorting to cheap tricks to seduce Spencer. She's downright shameless for always trying to steal the real heiress' man." Me? Trying to seduce Spencer? What an absurd, pathetic assumption. I straightened the desk that had been kicked askew expressionlessly and erased the butterfly doodle with my eraser. Then, under the mix of sympathetic, scornful, and gloating stares, I walked out of the class with my head held high.

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.

Emily's expression stiffened slightly. Martha continued, voice gentle but edged with sharpness. “Your father has already taken what he needed from the Hilton family. He snatched their fortune and stripped them of their influence. Ava is nothing now.” Emily’s eyes widened. “Mom…” Rose lifted a hand, silencing her. “And you,” Martha said, tapping Emily's cheek lightly, “are the real heiress to the Hilton family’s fortune.” Emily stared, emotions swirling, pride, relief, and a faint guilt she didn’t want to acknowledge.

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.”

I was smiling when I left Azrael’s building. Even after all that — the unsettling opulence, his cryptic smirk, and the way his words coiled around me like chains made of silk — I was smiling. Because I had done it. I had the money. I could finally pay Heather back. I could finally unshackle Theo from her control. Even if I have sold my soul to the devil, it was all worth it if it would mean that I would help Theo.