The Rejected True Heiress Novels & Stories

“Only a qualified girl can be by your side-” “Believe me, she's more than qualified,” Liam grumbled. “Haley is the secret heiress of the DG Group. Is that what you wanted to hear? Are you satisfied?” However, the woman didn't look satisfied. She looked as if she'd lost her tongue. “That's the biggest joke of the century!” She scoffed. “How can this filthy girl with no background be an heiress-” “You can do your research.” Liam interrupted her. “And for the last time, Mum, leave Haley alone. I haven't changed my mind that I can choose her over you.”

My suit was just pressed when I got to Reid Industries, and I was already planning for eventualities. The faint sound of my footfall as soon as I entered the foyer served as a reminder of how vulnerable we had become. Ethan's antics were no longer an annoyance; rather, they posed a direct risk to Sophia's security and the meticulously maintained incognito she still maintained. Marta, my assistant, greeted me at the elevators with a somber look on her face. "You must see this, sir." She gave me a tablet with a breaking-news push alert on it( "Uncovering the Mysterious Heiress: Barista 'Sophia Thomas' Is not Who She Says She Is")

My blood. I turned to my father, Alpha Theron, desperate for him to step in, to stop this madness. His tall figure loomed beside me, his presence always commanding. Surely, he would defend me, I thought. Surely, he would put Elias in his place and call of this whole thing. But instead, he pulled me behind him like I was an embarrassment. I nearly hit the ground. “From this day forward,” my father’s voice boomed, carrying over the chaos, “Anette will take Estelle’s place as heir. She will be the one to marry Elias and inherit my position.”

Longing for so-called freedom and true love, she fell hopelessly for Yale Walker, a useless school bully. All for the sake of running off with him, she tore up her guaranteed admission letter to Westbridge University with her own hands and publicly renounced her engagement to the Lowe family. The news sent my dad, Duncan Stewart, into a heart attack from the rage. The entire upper-class circle watched as she turned herself into the biggest scandal of the year. I, the fake heiress who suddenly lost everything the moment the real one returned, could only stay silent. Under the weight of stares filled with either scorn or pity, I bent down to pick up what she had tossed aside like trash—the Wes

And that someone used to be Shane Ryder until Clare claimed him as hers. That night was one of the worst ones I’ve ever experienced. So I push the thought to the back of my mind. Clare is still talking my ear off about how amazing everything looks when two girls walk towards us and I immediately want to run away. It’s Megan Rose and Eden Park, Clare Haistings friends. They both look absolutely amazing in their matching satin oval green dresses and strappy heels. They’ve always matched and I thought it was childish at first then I realized that Clare encourages it only because she looks like a main character when she’s with them.They are mean girls that Clare uses to hide behind in order to k

For twenty years I was the Whitmore heiress. Then a DNA test proved I was never theirs. The real daughter came home and took everything. My room, my parents, my boyfriend. Then she framed me for a crime she committed, and the brother I loved stood in court and lied. Three years later, my family was waiting outside the prison gate with a wedding dress. The Mafia Don needed a bride for his comatose son. My family needed his protection. I was the price. At the wedding, everyone laughed at the bride marrying a man who would never wake up. That night, I found my "sleeping" husband standing by the window, giving orders to armed men. "Keep my secret," he said. "And I'll help you destroy every

Every question on the college entrance exam was one I had seen before. After I handed in my papers, I was the first to rush out of the examination hall. I said to the reporter who was interviewing me, "The questions aren't hard. I hope I'll go to the same school as him!" After I said that, someone yelled, "Cut! Thanks to our generous boss, everyone will get five hundred dollars in tips!" Everyone cheered as my mother slowly walked over. "After you returned to us, you've always scored better than Courtney, and she's been depressed because of it. She said that her entire life was built on a lie. "So, for you—our biological daughter—we built an exact replica of an examination hall and s

"That's not what I found in the archive. I found the letters between Augustus and Elias. I didn't find anything connecting our own family to his directly — I'd assumed the Calloway name was just a coincidence of my mother's line, something further back." "It's not a coincidence, our great-grandfather built the fortune this entire family is standing on, and our own grandmother spent her whole life watching the Vales pretend he never existed, until she finally stopped talking about it entirely, because talking about it never once changed anything and only ever cost her more." Isabella's voice had gone rough, the particular exhausted honesty of a woman who had spent eleven weeks alone with a tr

The Wrong Woman... Sophie Bennett wasn't used to losing. Growing up, people gave her what she wanted. Not because she demanded it. Because she rarely had to. She was beautiful, intelligent, wealthy, and connected to one of the most respected families in the country. Most doors opened before she even reached them. Which was why Liam Smith's rejection felt so humiliating. And it was not because he had said no. Because he had never even considered saying yes. Sophie sat in a private lounge overlooking the city, absentmindedly stirring her coffee.

“You’re not in my shoes, so you can’t know how I feel!” He didn’t flinch. He just looked at me… then slowly leaned back, folding his arms and crossing his legs, like I was some kind of show. That made it worse. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. “Everything you think you know about me is what the media or the public must have told you,” my voice trembled, and I hated that it did. I was trying so hard not to cry again. “The rich heiress who lost everything… the foolish wife who got cheated on and thrown away…”