The Real Heiress Doesn't Forgive Novels & Stories

“I’m the real heiress of the Grant family.” “No way!” Yvette screamed, protesting, but then she realized we were not at the orphanage. She clamped her hands over her mouth and shook her head in panic. “You died so horribly in your last life. Ms. Hovard had to collect your body. I got there too late and only saw your ashes. And now, you’re saying you’re the real heiress? Who are you trying to fool? No parent could be that cruel to actually kill their own child.”

“Hardly. I came to remind you that you don’t own this space; you don’t own this city. Tonight, the spotlight isn’t just yours.” With that, I turned my gaze to Gabriella, who took a small step back, observing me with equal parts disdain and intrigue. “Congratulations on your new partnership,” I said, my openness a strategic mask for the confidence bubbling beneath. “Though we all know you’re merely a pawn in Andre’s elaborate chess game.” Gasps spread through the attendees at my audacity, their eyes darting between the three of us, hungry for the unfolding drama. Gabriella lifted her chin, an unmistakable defiance glimmering in her icy gaze. “And you must be the runaway heiress who’s chosen t

She replied, trying to be polite but firm. “Sofia, I have to tell you this, but I miss you. I really miss you. When I heard you were dead, my heart almost stopped. That’s when I realize I still have feelings for you. I miss you, Sofia.” His eyes were downturned and she could see sadness in them. However, Sofia didn’t really have feelings for Jacques anymore. She already had Dion, the best man any woman could ever ask for. She didn’t want to ruin what she had with him because of a past figure who she had forgotten for a long time.

“If he threatens you with a lawsuit, walk out and I’ll handle it. Okay?” I took a deep breath. “Okay.” “Good.” “Thank you, Blake.” I opened the car door and stepped out. The closer I got to the company, the louder my heartbeat became. But Blake’s words stayed with me. I shouldn’t be shaken. Not when this company was actually mine. Get yourself together, Athena. Don’t forget who you are. Athena Mallway. The heiress of Mallway Holdings. Don’t forget that. By the time I stepped inside the building, I was ready for whatever waited ahead.

“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.”

Confusion swarmed in Greg's eyes as he held on to her fragile body. “I did some digging, Greg. About Megan. About who she really is.” Greg froze, his mind reeling with disbelief. “What do you mean?” he asked for the hundredth time. Elizabeth took a deep breath, her hands trembling as she reached for her phone. “I found something. Something that might explain everything.” With trembling hands, she handed Greg her phone, the screen displaying a headline that made his blood run cold: “New York's Youngest Heiress Revealed: Margaret Song.”

But it was from my father’s company—the quality was excellent. I let out a quiet sigh and tried to explain one last time. “First, the watch is mine. “Second, you’ve mistaken me for someone else. The real heiress is probably still out there somewhere, waiting for you.” Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a frail girl in a server’s uniform standing in the corner of the banquet hall, watching in fear. Her features bore a strong resemblance to the matriarch of the Lawson family, Jasmine Ross, at least seventy or eighty percent.

" Forgive you? She loves you to the moon and back. You were her parents. Both her and mine. We are whatever we are because of you... ” " No! No! You don't understand!" She pushed the doctor and nurses away who were trying to work past Jake. She reached out for Jake's hand again, "I raised her in poverty, even though...." She took a deep breath, " even though she was ...."She shook her head, her breath coming in ragged gasps. " Jake, there's something you need to tell her. A secret I've kept buried in my heart all these years." Her eyes bore into his, pleading and intense. "Lea... she's an heiress.She didn't deserve the life I gave her. "

The biological daughter who is worth billions. Aria's breath stopped. No. No, she couldn't know. That secret was buried. Hidden. "What are you talking about?" Leon had a strong voice. "Oh, you don't know?" Ariana laughed horribly and brightly. "Leon, you married the wrong sister in more ways than one. The woman wearing your family necklace and standing beside you is more than simply an overlooked younger sibling. Like an actress on stage, she turned to face the audience and performed for them. "The real heir to the Hale fortune is Aria Hale.