The Real Heiress Doesn't Forgive 소설 & 이야기

I had completely lost my patience. "I'll say this one last time—I am not some fake socialite. I bought all of these genuine designer items with my own money. I am the heiress of the Vega family in Richstead, and I strongly advise you to let go of me right now. Otherwise, you will have hell to pay if you cross my family." Marlene laughed even more wildly. "You, the heiress of the Vega family? What kind of nonsense are you spouting?" She slapped Hugo's arm in an exaggerated manner.

"The gala... you... you left the floor..." "The gala doesn't matter!" she sobbed, leaning over him, her hot tears falling onto his bare chest, mixing with his sweat. "Your grandfather knows, Alexander. He found the real birth certificates in my uncle's safe. He knows I'm the true heiress. If you stay on this table, he’s going to use the merger clause to destroy you tomorrow morning. You have to stop the extraction. You have to save yourself!"

he asked. Livia stepped forward quickly. “Her friend posted it,” she said. “We checked the page. It’s real. He looked back at the phone. Another pause. “She didn’t contact anyone,” her stepmother added. “She just left.” Flash. That day. Elara standing in his office. Asking. Trying to speak. “You are not the heir.” His own voice. Cold. Dismissive. “Leave.” Back to now. His fingers tapped lightly against the table.

“I know it may be impossible to forgive me. I know the deception… the lies… may haunt you forever. But every act, every manipulation, every falsehood was done to secure your future.” Sophia shook slightly, emotions tearing her apart. She wanted to scream, to cry, to demand justice—but the room held her hostage with its collective gaze. Her mother’s words had exposed more than the truth of the DNA; they had revealed the deep, intricate web of planning, of ambition, of maternal love twisted by greed. Victoria inhaled again, voice rising so that the room could hear every word. “And now… the final truth must come. You will all know the real Isabella Hartwell. You will know who the rightful heir

" I slipped my phone into my pocket and regarded my so-called fiance, whose understanding of the law was nonexistent. "So if someone tries to stab me and I dodge, resulting in them striking a wall and injuring their hand, I'm the one at fault here?" I asked. Carlo was rendered speechless. He could only glare at me. Silvia, despite having only a minor scrape, made a scene by using a wheelchair. The entire famiglia acted as her devoted entourage on the way back home. In order to comfort Silvia, Mamma retrieved the famiglia heirloom from the safe. It was a red diamond necklace that was meant to be for me, her biological daughter.

Then he exclaimed, “Fifty million going once? Fifty million going twice, fifty million going thrice!- Congratulations! This pretty lady in a silver dress will now be the possessor of this set of jewelry.” Many people had joined the bidding, but only one winner emerged. No one could believe their eyes or ears, especially Lucas Harrison and the girl sitting beside him who looked ghastly pale. “No way! She can't afford that money.” “But she just did! Who exactly is she?” “Oh, she's Heidi. Heidi Olsen. How could they think that they could contend with the wealthiest heiress in Phoenix City?” The man who spoke was the same middle-aged man who just uncovered Heidi's identity.

“Go to hell, Scarlett! It’s all your fault. You ruined everything I have. I’m the heroine of this world! How did things end up like this?! It can’t be real!” At that time, Francis’s voice came from outside the door. “Mel, are you in there? Dad’s guests came. They would like to see the real heiress of our family. You need to go downstairs.” “Okay, wait for me, Frank!” Melanie was relieved again when she heard that. Regardless, she was the daughter of the Smith family. She excitedly opened the door of her closet to start picking an outfit. In the end, she examined her reflection with satisfaction and went downstairs to meet the guests.

Under my parents' startled gazes, I dropped to my knees and began gathering the shards, hands bleeding, eyes brimming with tears, words tumbling out in apology. "I'm so sorry! I didn't think this through! No matter how precious it was to me, it's not worthy of someone like you—the heiress of the Rodney family." My parents rushed to lift me up, voices thick with emotion. "Eliza, what are you doing?" my father said, his throat tight. "You're our biological daughter!" When I looked up again, Alicia's eyes were already dark with rage that she could no longer hide. So she wasn't some innocent and naïve girl after all.

My mother stroked her hair, filled with pity, blaming herself for losing her daughter. Then, seeing the cold look on my face, she seemed a bit embarrassed. She quickly got up, came to my side, and held my hand to comfort me. "It’s okay, we'll just consider her an older sister. I could never abandon you," she said. Bella's look of hurt quickly twisted into one of spite, her eyes glaring at me with intensity. She hadn't expected that I, the impostor, would be so valued—that the return of the real heiress wouldn't mean I'd step aside.