The Rejected True Heiress Novels & Stories

"Yeah, he sounded... impressed? Terrified? I couldn't tell. But Veronica he said Tiffany went to his house last night at 2 AM, in the rain, crying, begging him to save her family's company." I stopped smiling. "What did he do?" Alex ate my croissant. "He closed the door on her. He said, and I quote, 'I'm waiting for the real Weston to call me, not the fake one.' Then he sent her home in an Uber. Not even his car. An Uber." For the first time since Monday morning, I laughed so loud my assistant outside could hear. Tiffany Weston, who has never suffered in her life, took an Uber home in the rain at 2 AM after being rejected by the wealthiest man in the city.

"No, e. I just saw it now." "She's a daughter of a famous tycoon and a former actress. Unica hija is therefore the only heir. Graduated with latin honors in Ateneo. My cousin proposed to her but didn't answer. She said she already likes someone," he continued. I have no interest in the speaker's personal life. "He mentioned a name there in the magazine, e. I just forgot." It was a pain in the ass. I could barely understand what the speaker was saying because Harry was speaking next to me. If I only knew he's still that talkative, I should have avoided him.

Abigail said with a smirk. Queen Venessa and King Gerald were stunned at her words. They thought they had the power to stomp him down but from the start, he was the one who deserved the throne. Queen Venessa couldn’t accept the fact that the woman who was rejected by his son turned out to be the true descendant of the Rati Slava bloodline. And the worst thing was the hateful man married the treasure. If she married her son, he would have been unbeatable. But he didn’t! She couldn’t accept this. This wasn’t good.

I couldn't fathom why Jennie had brought me to a place like this. Suddenly, she flung a bunch of keys at my face, catching me off guard. "Here," she said with a smile. “What is it for?" I was bewildered as I asked her with a surprised tone. "It's ours now," she replied. "I don't want that despicable woman, who calls herself your wife, to ever disturb us again," she added with a hateful tone. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It seemed that Jennie had taken some drastic steps to ensure our privacy and happiness. As I looked around the mansion, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder.

"Lisa, let me make one thing clear: you're not going to marry Leo. That's final. And if you don't get your priorities straight, you'll be out of the company. You can either get to work and focus on your responsibilities, or your position will be shifted to someone else. Someone who actually deserves it. After all, someone who's marrying an enemy shouldn't be the heiress of Dad's company. It's a betrayal, Lisa. And I won't stand for it." Her words cut deep, but I refused to back down. "I'll do what I want, Louisa. And if Dad doesn't like it, maybe he should reconsider who he wants as his successor.”

All of my life I have built as Valerie Damer is now gone and I have no intention of going back. I do not like being an heir to my father’s throne but if the reason why Theo had done this to me was because of money then I will show him just pathetic he is. I will make him regret and there will be no going back for him. I will destroy their lives little by little, and I will not stop until I am satisfied.

He kissed my jaw, my throat, sucking bruises into my skin like he wanted to brand me. “I’m never letting you go,” he whispered hoarsely, his voice shaking with emotion. “Never.” “Have you rejected her?” I asked suddenly. He tensed up, but his hips still slowly moved against me. "No answer?" I asked bitterly. "Of course not." I started to push at his chest, feeling my strength coming back in a rush of anger. "You haven’t rejected her. You’re still bound to her." Victor tightened his arms around me. “You have to bring Camilla back, whether you want to or not. She’s your destined mate. I'm... I'm just the ex-wife you're supposed to get rid of.”

His presence was alluring, and the scent of clean spices filled my nostrils. “Be my partner,” he said. My breath caught immediately. “Partner? How?” His smirk returned, slow and deliberate. “Accept, and you will find out.” I let out a weary sigh, my mind racing with different thoughts. Everything was at stake: my firm, my life, my revenge. I lifted my eyes to his, steady and unwavering. “Fine.” A flicker of satisfaction crosses his face. “Good. Now tell me, how do you plan to show the world that your husband tried to kill you?”

So they were fully aware of the fact that I had concealed my identity to approach Zac. The chat quickly erupted with complaints: “A Quinn family illegitimate daughter calling herself an heiress? Seriously?” I corrected them: “Not an illegitimate daughter—she’s his niece, and there’s no blood relation.” The chat went silent for a moment before replies started flooding in. “A mistress acting this bold? Just watch me expose everything about her.” “The Mason heir is still the better option! He’s from a prestigious family, polite, humble, and miles ahead of that arrogant Zac Quinn!”

But the burn didn’t ease the knot in his chest. The news flashed on TV. “In breaking news, the missing Hartman heiress has been found alive after twenty-three years…” Adrian froze. The screen showed Evelyn stepping from a black car, surrounded by cameras. “She’s the missing Hartman heiress,” he whispered. Charlotte paled. “That’s impossible.” Adrian barely heard her. Every cruel word he’d thrown at Evelyn echoed in his head. He’d called her a gold digger, said she didn’t belong. Now she was the richest woman in New York.