The Real Heiress Is Coming Back Novels & Stories

Philip said, his voice steady. I straightened in my chair, trying to push aside the persistent image of Yasmin that haunted my thoughts. “What is it?” “We received word that the Gomez heiress returned yesterday,” he said, his tone grave. “Oh.” The news barely registered. I didn’t see why it required this level of urgency. At most, it meant we’d need to revisit proposals with the new director of the company. But Philip wasn’t finished. “That’s not the shocking part, sir.” He stepped forward and placed his tablet on my desk, the screen glowing with an image.

“Come on, this is Evander we’re talking about. The guy’s a business genius—he’s not gonna back the losing side. Chloe stares at him like a lovesick puppy, but he’s got his eyes on ‘nobody’ Esther? Yeah, she’s not a nobody. He must know she’s the real deal.” In just a few short minutes, various media platforms sent the news skyrocketing as if on a rocket to the clouds. And just like that, the truth was out. #ForsakenDaughterTurnsOutToBeHeiressOfWorld Mogul Victor Davenier #FakeHeiressRealBossLady ***

On went the midnight blue dress, dripping in diamonds. The mask... a silver and sapphire masterpiece slipped over my face. Steadying my breath, I stepped out. Then... The announcer’s voice rang through the ballroom. “Ladies and gentlemen, The reason for this party, let's welcome on stage the Heiress of Lancaster Group of Company... Miss Sophia Lancaster!” Gasps. Whispers. The crowd stilled. Sophia Lancaster was back. No one had seen her face and today wasn't going to be an exception.

Though quiet, the words reached my ears loud and clear. Sally's lips curled into a faint, mocking smile when she saw me. With a delicate hand, she smoothed her dress and said, "Well, if it isn't Rachel, who claims to be Sanfiric Inc.'s heiress. Showing up to a graduation ceremony dressed like that?" Her remark triggered a burst of laughter from the surrounding students. "Ha! Just look at her, she's dressed worse than me and still dares to compete with Sally." "Right? She's so deep in her delusion she actually believes she's some kind of heiress."

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.

Her deceit was exposed, and she was caught red-handed before being slapped by the real heiress. The real heiress was none other than Neve, and the person getting slapped was Jade. No wonder Bella had said this scene had been specifically prepared for her. No wonder the assistant's expression had been off. No wonder the usually closed and strict production was bustling with activity today. Everything had been schooled by Bella to humiliate Jade in public. "She’s trying to play tricks on me, huh." Jade smirked, a cold glint flickering in her eyes. Putting down the script and sitting back in her seat, she acted as if nothing had happened.

Behind her, she could hear Marian and Zoe returning their attention to the television. Within seconds, they were laughing again. Amber kept walking. When she reached her room, she closed the door behind her quietly. Then she walked toward the window. The massive estate stretched before her. Beautiful. Expensive. And built partly with money that should have belonged to her mother. Her fingers tightened around the gown. Sixteen years ago, they threw her away, now they wanted her back. Amber looked toward the skyline beyond the estate walls. A faint smile touched her lips.

“Tomorrow, you have a press meeting at the Hale Tower. Just to address your return.” “Fine,” I murmured. “Keep it short.” He nodded. “Already arranged.” --- Meanwhile, across the city, Callum sat in his living room, half-dressed in a white shirt and slacks, a drink untouched beside him. The TV was on, playing the news. “—the Hale heiress, Zephyrine Hale, has returned to Aurelia after five years abroad. Sources say she will be resuming her duties at Hale Enterprises and plans to attend the Homecoming Gala—”

she said. "Yup," I replied. "She's an heiress. And it turned out that she looks exactly like me." "Omigosh, really?" she exclaimed with wide eyes. "Yeah…" I said. "One thing led to another, and now I have to be Isabella Domitia while she runs off to happily ever after with her boyfriend." 'Actually, I doubt it's going to be happily ever after,' I thought, thinking of how untrustworthy Elijah was. "But that's where it gets crazy," I added.

It hit her like a thunderbolt, discovering from the newscaster that Hayley turned out to be Rosalie's long-lost heiress, and upon her return and their reunion, Rosalie had announced her as the heiress of the McKanne's fortune. Alison felt a wave of disbelief wash over her as she struggled to process the news. What? Hayley was an heiress? And on top of that, she had also won the Artists' Competition. Was this for real? A pang of envy and disbelief gripped Alison's chest as her eyes remained glued to the TV, although her thoughts were already touring her into oblivion. She wasn't sure how she felt about the news, but one thing was certain, she was definitely not elated about Hayley's success.