The Real Heiress Doesn't Forgive の小説・ストーリー

He was sure that by the end of the night, I would be crying and begging for his forgiveness. “But I really think she’s serious this time,” Ethan insisted. He scoffed, “So what if she is? She’ll come back. Sixteen years ago, the Carter family had a scandal that shook the capital, revealing the truth about the missing heiress. Strangely enough, I, the real heiress, was recognized by the Carter family but was never favored. I had been raised in the countryside by my foster mother and was only brought back during holidays to save face for the family.

But Estella quickly freed herself from his strong hold, replying, “No! I understand that it was your wish, but you didn’t kill my family, Egon. I know it’s a burden. I know everything from the beginning. But you are my friend. You helped me to reconcile with my past. Regarding the king, I don’t think I can forgive him for the time being, but I surely don’t blame you. You never wanted to kill me. So, don’t be guilty about it.” Everybody’s ears went stunned after hearing her. How could she forgive him this easily? Is it for real? Estella guessed everyone’s thoughts, and responded back, “Yes, I forgive you. But as you have the urn back to Lady Evanora, I would wish to have it back. It belongs t

When he brought her like a piece of rag from that lying bitch, she admits that she lost hope but she sees a future now and she can grab it. She is not a whore and will never be one. She is the heiress of GLV Winery and she will not let her story turn out this way. She will not be a piece of wood in the closet of this bastard. She will bid her time and escape. She will find that witch and teach her a life lesson she will never forget. She made Uncle Nicholas squandered all her fortune as if that was not enough, she sold her. Talking about having your cake and eating it too but she will make this earth bitter for her.

“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.

"I haven't, why not tell me about it…" Imelda hissed out so loud glaring at the woman she ever regrets having a a mother. "The Zoren's family are inviting everyone to the welcome back ceremony of their Heiress…" she announced. Candi got on her feet forcefully, her eyes widened in great shock. "That must not be true, it can't happen… who the heck is the fucking heiress?" She screamed. Imelda let out a mocking smile. "Screaming won't solve the matter. The worst part of it, is that the Heiress is my maid…"

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.

“Only a qualified girl can be by your side-” “Believe me, she's more than qualified,” Liam grumbled. “Haley is the secret heiress of the DG Group. Is that what you wanted to hear? Are you satisfied?” However, the woman didn't look satisfied. She looked as if she'd lost her tongue. “That's the biggest joke of the century!” She scoffed. “How can this filthy girl with no background be an heiress-” “You can do your research.” Liam interrupted her. “And for the last time, Mum, leave Haley alone. I haven't changed my mind that I can choose her over you.”

The only catch is that no one knows what the Quinn Heiress looks like. Now she has to go back and claim her right before anyone else does it. Can she make it in time, or is it going to be too late for her to reclaim her position while also finding the time to fall back in love with her first love? Ezra Thatcher never believed that he would get to love again when the girl he secretly had a crush on suddenly disappeared into thin air and then reappeared again looking the same as ever. The only catch is that he is engaged to a new girl, but his feelings stay the same.

Her tone was so eager and smug that I could not believe I had never noticed it before when I had trusted her blindly. I answered flatly, “Of course, I told them. But Mom and Dad said I’ll always be their precious daughter, and Peter almost cried. He even took out a pearl necklace worth several hundred thousand dollars from an auction to keep me.”

"You keep underestimating me and it'll be your downfall." The certainty in her voice sends a chill down my spine. She’s not bluffing. She genuinely believes she can make evidence vanish and the worst part is, she probably could. "If only you'd put this much effort into studying—" I force my voice to stay steady, making sure every word hits."—you'd have gotten so far in life by now and maybe you would have found happiness." I pause, letting my gaze drift over her designer clothes, her perfectly styled hair, the expensive jewelry adorning her wrists and neck. All of it is bought with my parents' money. All of it stolen from the life that should have been mine alone.