The Rejected True Heiress Novels & Stories

His facial expression twisted. “I, Johanna Oz, Supreme Heiress of the Griming Manes Clan, reject you, King Ramsey Randall, Lycan King of the Divergent Shadows Clan, as my mate….” My breathing accelerated. “I break the mate bond and everything that I have to do with you.” He lowered his brows and then raised it again. “I will accept the rejection after I am sure that the child does not belong to me.” “Who cares if you accept it or not?” I came closer to him.

The only catch is that no one knows what the Quinn Heiress looks like. Now she has to go back and claim her right before anyone else does it. Can she make it in time, or is it going to be too late for her to reclaim her position while also finding the time to fall back in love with her first love? Ezra Thatcher never believed that he would get to love again when the girl he secretly had a crush on suddenly disappeared into thin air and then reappeared again looking the same as ever. The only catch is that he is engaged to a new girl, but his feelings stay the same.

Relief. “So that’s it,” she whispered. “You get the crown… and I get the truth.” My heart clenched. I moved toward her without thinking. “No,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “You get me. A sister. If you want one.” Her breath caught, sharp and fragile. Then Calista laughed, bitter, sharp, empty. “How poetic. The lost heiress returns, secrets spill, and I lose everything.” “You lost everything the moment you chose to deceive everyone,” Killian said coldly.

All he had was one thought in his mind. ‘She knows.’ He did not have the courage to wonder how much grief and despair Morgan had to have been in when she discovered the truth. Verde destroyed her dream to dance, and the husband she loved was an accomplice of that very same woman who ruined her. He was an utter piece of trash. “Mr. Howard, are you listening?” Anthony’s repeated calls brought Elwood’s mind back to the present. “I looked into Mrs. Howard just now. She’s actually the heiress of Sala Corporation.

Bosco muttered. Elliot turned. His eyes were sharp, calculating, nothing like the broken man he’d been months ago. “Not yet.” Bosco looked up slowly. “There’s still Julia,” Elliot said. The name hung between them. Bosco’s jaw tightened. “Don’t call her that.” Elliot walked back to the desk, lowering his voice. “Call her whatever you want. But the truth is simple. She’s Hurst Corp’s heiress. One of the wealthiest young women in the country. And she used to be our sister.”

Ethan catching us in the mansion would ruin my plans. I snapped towards the window, and my eyes narrowed at how wide and large it was. I pushed her to it, pulling it open. I carried her onto the balcony. *** We managed to escape, and we were back in my mansion. The party was over, and Keith was going through the signet to see if it had been tampered with. "This is it, the original signet of Mr Coleman. You have a pretty good chance of getting everything back with this." She beamed at his words, the hope of finally being in reach lighting up her eyes.

“Did you really think I would sit back and watch you rob what belongs to the rightful heir of this family? You used your cunning little tricks to deceive my husband into putting your name on that document instead of one of my sons.” “I thought I was your daughter too?” I said, lifting my chin. “Adopted,” she corrected without hesitation. “You’re not a biological Ashford. And while that doesn’t mean I don’t care for you…” Her lips curled. “The company cannot—will not, go to you. Now, where’s that will?”

After all, who would want a lover with a terrible reputation who cheated on him? Thinking this, she finally calmed down. In the end, to prevent further conflict, Director Phil decided not to reshoot the previous scene and instead used the clip where Isabella spat out blood. The next scene scheduled for filming was one where Natalie had just been bestowed the title of Consort, while Consort Katherine had lost favor and was thrown into the Cold Palace. Natalie entered the Cold Palace to visit her and reveal her true identity. Luckily, this scene was relatively safe. It relied mostly on expressions and dialogue—very little action.

“Your father built this room to hide the truth.” The door opened. Inside was a wall covered with photographs, documents, and family records. At the center was a large portrait of King Alistair. But beneath the portrait was a sentence carved into the wall: THE FIRST HEIR WAS NEVER THE ONE THEY THOUGHT. Serena stared at the words. Then she looked at Isabella. And for the first time, neither sister knew which of them had truly been meant to inherit Crestwood.

"Wow. Business really does find you fast when you're the boss." Sebastian shot him a flat look and turned down every single pitch, cold and efficient. The hopeful partners drifted off, disappointed. Miles leaned in, nudging him. "Sebastian. Look." Sebastian followed his gaze. A woman in a pale pink gown was crossing the room toward them. "That's the Sinclair heiress, right? Coming straight for you," Miles murmured. Something darkened slightly in Sebastian's eyes. "Good. I'll clear this up with her directly."