The Real Heiress Doesn't Forgive Novels & Stories

“That I’m nothing here?” Her father looked at her. And for the first time There was no warmth in his eyes. “You are my daughter,” he said. “But you are not the heir.” The room went completely still. Elara felt like the air had been knocked out of her lungs. Not the heir. Just like that. “No…” she whispered, shaking her head. “No, that doesn’t make sense. Then who is it? Why won’t you say it?” “That is not your concern,” he said firmly.

" 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.

She continued struggling until she pulled her hand away from his grip. She shifted back into her seat. "That arrogance might work on other girls," she said, resting her head back against the seat, looking ahead through the windscreen at the dark road stretching out before them. "but not me. I'm not interested! If you really want to repay me, then just leave me alone." Her voice broke on the last words, filled with sadness, and then she turned back to him. "I'm not an heiress or a hooker. I'm just a normal girl who will never be your type. So can't you just let me go?"

With flawless makeup on, I looked straight into the camera and calmly said, "Yes, I'm Cindy, the so-called arrogant and domineering heiress who beat her two brothers and cut ties with her biological father. "For those who want to criticize me, this livestream is open. Just for today, nobody will be banned for anything they say."

Now that his biological daughter is suing him for property division, everyone is just trying their luck, hoping to capture something newsworthy. Unexpectedly, not only was there news, it was also explosive! The illegitimate daughter turned out to be the real heiress, and the real heiress was actually the illegitimate daughter. Even TV dramas wouldn't dare to plot like this. Gisselle was extremely anxious, why wasn't Geovanni saying anything! The turnaround of the case left Geovanni feeling somewhat lost at this moment. "Your honor," Nathan suddenly spoke. Everyone turned around and looked at him. With a sorrowful look in his eyes and a compassionate expression, Nathan said softly, "I have a

Daddy’s embrace was the warmest and safest; the treasures slowly quietened down under Chris meticulous care and fell asleep. The fourth and final edition of the memoir spoke about how the young heiress finally learned the truth that led to her being tortured mercilessly… how she desperately tried to prove the truth to that heartless man … how she learned to accept that the truth didn’t matter… only the people involved mattered… whether I care about this person or not…