The Real Heiress Is Coming Back Novels & Stories

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.

I was cut short by Eugene. “You said you were here to see someone, who is it?" She asked. Once again, I wanted to snap at her, but her mother happened to be her saving grace. She's really lucky her mother is here, I don't take it lightly with anyone who fucks with Kyle. “I'm here for the same person you're here to see," I replied to her. “Who do you think we're here to see?" She frowned. “The new heiress to the Lancaster Empire of course." I know this is the way out her mother was saying, they must have managed to get the approval of the heiress already.

“Forget it. It doesn’t matter who you are. You have no right to impersonate my sister.” William placed an arm around my shoulders and turned to face everyone. “Let me introduce her properly. This is my younger sister, Bailey. “Starting today, she is officially returning to headquarters as vice president.” The people who had been defending Freya just moments ago immediately changed their tune and started praising me instead. “So she’s the real heiress. I knew it. She has that kind of presence.” “Exactly. The real heiress kept a low profile for years. Of course she wouldn’t come in shouting about who she was. Freya’s act was way too obvious.”

"Renee!" The ding of the elevator arriving coincided with a woman's voice calling from behind. The newcomer, donning a stylish black dress and high-heeled boots, her hair fashionably short, approached Renee. "We didn't get to properly greet each other," Alicia said, her smile brimming with triumph. "It's been a while, Renee! Sorry to learn that you're not the real heiress of the Hudson family." “Alicia, does it feel good to win through connections?"Renee retorted with a measured smile.

Perhaps he had sinister secrets of his own that he had been keeping and one of them was this heiress who just arrived at the corporation without anyone knowing where she came from or whether she came from the dead. As she walked away majestically in her high heels that made noises as she passed, announcing her presence before she would enter a room, he paused and tried to dial Jared's line again but yet, was met with no response. Hence, making him have no other choice than to do like he had been commanded. He was just a worker, and as one he was under the leadership and direction of who ever was the Executive officer of the corporation. With how things looked, the returned heiress appears to

" Isolde said nothing. She eased the phone away from her ear and waited for the storm on the other end to subside. Then she spoke in a low voice. "Okay… actually, a major wealthy family found me. They said I'm their long-lost eldest heiress, and they want me to return and inherit hundreds of billions in assets. Since I'm not their biological daughter, I guess I'll just forget it…" "Wait," Moira cut in, her tone shifting. "Actually…" A soft cough came through the line. "Izzie, I've thought about it carefully. I think it's time I told you something."

She glanced at Mia, silently pleading with her to play along. Mia, ever the perceptive one, seemed to sense the unspoken tension between the two. Her smile faltered slightly, and she slowly lowered her hand, tucking it into the pocket of her designer jeans. "Actually, Mr. Maverick, I'm not just any friend." She tilted her chin up defiantly, her gaze unwavering. "I'm the heiress to Vitalis Pharmaceuticals. And I have to say, I'm quite interested in this...arrangement you have with my dear Evie."

In the ancient high-halls of the Northlands, the Vaughn Circle began finalizing the rites for my homecoming. "I shall return to the Vaughn Estates ahead of the pack to oversee the sanctification of the Great-Hall," Eva declared, her amber eyes glowing with purpose. "Sierra is the True Heiress; her arrival must be marked with the finest furs, the swiftest forest-runners, and tribute worthy of her blood." They prepared sprawling territories and artifacts of power to celebrate my return. Meanwhile, back at the Steele residence, I felt a sharp chill and sneezed. Was a rival pack whispering my name to the winds?

The four of us stared at the photocopy of the property transfer agreement, fear written all over our faces. Our ages matched the real heiress. While we had already tried to claim the family, every single one of us ended up dead. So was there really an heiress here? "Is it possible there isn't an heiress here at the orphanage, and you're looking in the wrong place?" Rebecca Vargas cautiously asked Yvette Warren, secretary to billionaire Orson Cox. The smile on Yvette's face never changed. "Mr. Cox already confirmed it. The heiress is here. We just don't know which one of you she is yet."

"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…"