The Real Heiress Is Coming Back Novels & Stories

Her plan failed miserably. "That's great, Bhess! I used to sit next to you, but now I'm dreaming of you! Congratulations on another success in your business! I hope you'll never forget me. It's not like at your look alike and everything, but I didn't mention her changed of attitude." Jessica was currently visiting the office of the famous Heiress of the Coleman's Clan. The former top 3 companies have returned to their former positions. It is now the most popular and foremost in the world. The Coleman's Empire.

Grandma Adaline inquired. "Charlotte in a conference hall?" I echoed, my own surprise obvious as I moved closer to the TV screen. As I read the headline and watched the video footage of Charlotte, The headlines appeared "Nathan Robert is unwell, and his sister Charlotte Robert is taking over the company: The Heiress is Back!," I couldn't help but cover my mouth in shock. The revelation that Charlotte was the heiress of Rob-Glow, a company even mightier than HAN DESIGNS, left me reeling. "How could Charlotte have known the way to the conference hall? Who allowed her in? Her new man must be behind this," Grandma Adaline speculated, her concern apparent. I gazed at her and noticed she wasn't we

But it couldn't last, because in mid-December, Vex returned from one of her scouting expeditions with news that changed everything. She looked worse than I'd ever seen her—her face was gaunt, her left arm was bandaged heavily, and there was a kind of desperate urgency in her eyes. Corvin hustled her inside immediately, and the rest of us were kept away from the initial conversation. But rumors spread quickly in the keep. Someone had overheard. Someone had seen something. By evening, everyone knew. "The creatures," one of the younger refugees said, his voice shaking. "The Scourge. They're moving again. Vex saw them. A whole group of them, heading southeast, toward Karenthel."

I said as I sat back down and tried to keep the irritation out of my voice. "Forget the investors you already have and start thinking about the one who just landed back in the country, because word is that the Great Thorne Heiress—the real one, the one with the trust fund that hasn't been touched in three years—is looking for a new project to dump her excess capital into," Beatrice said, and I felt a sudden jolt of electricity run through my chest that made me sit up straight.

I watched the realization dawn slowly. I watched panic bloom. Their discomfort fed something cold and steady inside me. “Play it now,” I ordered, a small smile curving my lips. The lights dimmed. The screen flickered. And then…the familiar faces appeared on the screen. “Mr. Cadwell, you know very well that the heiress we thought was dead is back, and she’s starting office soon.” Veronica’s voice filled the room. On screen, Cadwell stood stiff, silent. His jaw was tight, eyes hard, but I saw the flicker of calculation behind them.

Molly Landry, our neighbor's daughter, has been living off my family's money while pretending to be some generous rich girl. At school, she gets the entire class to turn on me. They shut me out and bully me. When the class fund goes missing, Molly frames me for stealing it. Then she takes the accusation online and makes me out to be a thief. The internet tears me to shreds, and my reputation is destroyed. But Molly still isn't done. She teams up with my family's driver to steal confidential company files and sell them to a competitor. Our company goes bankrupt, and when the creditors come after us, my entire family is brutally murdered. Meanwhile, Molly builds her entire online persona

"Come on. With your size, you're going to be a bodyguard?" I teased her with a sly look. One laugh and a few words later, we arrived at the event. As soon as Brianna walked in, she quickly pulled me aside and whispered, "See that one over there? She's the heiress of Hackett Group, a multinational pharmaceutical company. If you can win her over, we'll secure the project for sure." Just then, an old acquaintance caught her eye. She immediately turned to greet them with a bright smile and muttered under her breath, "Go grab a bite. I'll come find you once I've handled this."

In the comments, someone pointed out that Charlotte was the real heiress. Another user posted photos of Charlotte attending an event at the Riley family’s estate, along with shots of her driving a luxury car and having afternoon tea at a five-star hotel. “I’m dying. Just so everyone knows, Charlotte is the real heiress here. She comes from old money—her family has estates, cars, and more designer goods than you can count. Wendy is just a gold digger trying to leech off her name.” “A wannabe influencer trying to ride on the fame of a real Riley heiress. Seriously, how stupid and shameless can you be?”

"She will come to this castle. She will need guidance. She has the power to save both our packs from destruction." My hands trembled so hard the pages shook. Was she writing about me? Then I found a page that made my blood run cold. "My son doesn't understand the danger," Althea wrote. "He works with evil men. They seek the power of the symbols. They have forced a girl named Valerie to marry my grandsons Noah and Neal. They believe she carries the magic. But they are wrong and they will never get realize it because they would have been dead. The true heiress will come later from Moonshade. She is the one we have waited for."

Isabella's POV The morning after the gala, my face was on every news site and social media platform in the country. "The Lost Morrison Heiress Found." "Billionaire's Long-Lost Granddaughter Revealed." But my favorite headline was from a gossip blog: "Marcus Wei's Biggest Mistake: He Divorced a Morrison." I read that one three times before I started making calls. It was time to stop playing defense. Time to attack. I woke up in my bedroom at the Morrison estate to my phone vibrating nonstop.