The Rejected True Heiress Novels & Stories

She had a displeased look at my father’s hesitation, but I knew her too well to think she would back down. “Ehm... sorry about that.” She smiled. “He can be very emotional, as am I,” she said. “But this is a happy day. Today, my husband and I declare Daisy Gomez, the only daughter of Eric and Mirela Gomez, the new heiress of—” “Why would you make such a declaration without consulting your first daughter?” I called out, stepping into the congregation fully. The crowd fell into stunned silence. All eyes turned to me as I walked down the aisle, flanked by Olivia and Matilda. Gasps and murmurs rippled through the congregation. Some clutched their pearls; others whispered my name in disbelief.

“Now it’s time for your truth.” I frown. “What truth, Grandma? That I didn’t really die two years ago? That I only hid until Father’s killer could be found?” She hesitates. Breath sharp. Then her gaze hardens, fierce, determined. “No. The truth I’ve hidden from everyone. That you, Alexa Hills, are the heiress to Hills Corps and Hills Fusion. And now, it’s time to announce you as the rightful owner.” I stare at her, stunned. The air rips out of my lungs.

For her eighteenth birthday, Alicia received a private estate. At eighteen, I was washing dishes in a greasy kitchen sink, my hands raw from labor, scrubbing my way to fund Dominic's critical final year of high school. "She used to call herself a little princess," he said, momentarily lost in the memory. "So the house was designed to resemble a castle." He smiled faintly, but the second his eyes landed on me, the coldness returned. "Since you've chosen to come back," he said coolly, "as the future heiress of the Rodney family, I have a few things to make clear."

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

Wait, how is that even possible? Kayden: “That's a lie; I would never do that. I was just a boy, for fuck's sake.” Old Master Hunt: “You can keep lying to yourself and everyone, but you can't lie to me. I saw the lack of surprise on your face when Felix barged into the ward this morning. You've known about her true identity for a while, right? Is that why you seduced your brother’s wife?” “The heiress of the Morgan family… winning her over comes with its own connections, and for an outcast like you, you saw it as your opportunity to rise up the ranks, rise above the four great families, right?”

The last thing I remembered was my stepmother handing me a cup of coffee and wishing me good morning with a broad smile on her face. I never knew that behind that smile was a plan. And that plan is exactly where I am now. Leila took a step closer and crouched, her face now inches from mine. “I won't lie, Grace,” she whispered mockingly. “You were something back then. The golden girl, the perfect one. Everyone wanted to be you. But look at you now.” Her eyes scanned me from head to toe like I was filth. “This is what happens to people who don’t know their place.”

I snap without turning to see who it is. Instead of leaving, he slowly circles around me until his gaze settles on my face. It's Prince Tendmond. A flicker of surprise crosses his features, and he gasps. “You’re… the Emperor’s mate?” "Not anymore. He rejected me. Right there in the hall for everyone to see.” I choke out. It is pure agony to say the words out loud. He nods, no pity in his face or tone. “Saw that rejection from miles away. I bet he chose your stepsister, Heather. The famed ones tend to magnetize towards each other."

I held back my tears and shouted defiantly, "Skyrise Group belongs to Grandma. I'm the real heiress of the company!" Bang! Before I could catch my breath, Bobby smashed my head against the glass wall again. He continued shouting furiously. "Cindy, quit dreaming. I already gave Skyrise Group to Tina as her wedding gift last year. Whoever marries her will inherit the company!" His words sent a wave of shock through the entire crowd. Everyone's eyes lit up as they stared at Tina. At that moment, a commanding voice came from behind me. "Bobby, I dare you to say that again. Who did you just claim is the heiress of Skyrise Group?"

Don't make me ask twice. In my previous life, I would have replied with an apology and a wire transfer. I had been the billionaire heiress who functioned as a footstool for a boy who hated the very air I breathed. I had died in a hospital wing I funded, alone, while he toasted his engagement to Stacy with my money. Not this time. We pulled up to the elite campus of Columbia University. Julian was leaning against a stone pillar, looking every bit the brooding "bad boy" in a jacket I had bought him for Christmas. Stacy was draped over his arm, giggling.

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.