The Rejected True Heiress Novels & Stories

Rings that looked like they cost more than my entire college tuition glittered on every one of her perfectly manicured fingers. She cleared her throat. “Excuse me?” I forced myself to meet her eyes. My gaze snagged on the beauty mark beneath her left eye again. She flexed her hand. “My name is Selene. Selene Snowfield.” She put extra emphasis on her surname, as if it meant a lot. I frowned. That name sounded familiar… Zoe was mouthing, “Famous heiress,” at me. That had to be it, then. I managed to pull myself together enough to say, “Hello.” I’d never normally be so rude, but what was I supposed to say to the woman who’d just kissed my husband? Hi there, Selene, it’s a pleasure to meet you?

Hearing this, Dion’s eyes darkened in an instant. “But we are in Athens right now, how did he manage to come her and met you by accident?” He almost didn’t believe it. “I know, I also thought it was a really terrible coincidence, but it’s true. I rejected his offer though because I was thinking about you. I’m just telling you this because I don’t want to keep any secrets from you.” She admitted. Once he heard that she rejected the offer, his eyes softened again and he leaned in closer to her before pulling her for a hug.

“If you still insist on claiming me as your mate, I'm going to make your life miserable. “I can't believe this you want to force me to reject you as my mate “You don't want anyone to be hurt?, But you have hurt me, you said you reject. I can't believe you….” she paused and sighed heavily, she continued. “I can't believe you wanted to reject a royal……” I swallowed the remaining words, when I realized that I almost spilled the beans.

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he begged. "To think your mate can't even advise you, I knew that marrying this woman was a bad idea," Aunt Jade glanced at Mom distastefully, "Gianna is the true heiress; don't complicate things. If she wants her inheritance, give it to her; it's the least you can do after all; you haven't been much of a father anyway." My hands grabbed a fistful of my gown on my knees as I kept my head down and swallowed the lump in my throat.

Confusion swarmed in Greg's eyes as he held on to her fragile body. “I did some digging, Greg. About Megan. About who she really is.” Greg froze, his mind reeling with disbelief. “What do you mean?” he asked for the hundredth time. Elizabeth took a deep breath, her hands trembling as she reached for her phone. “I found something. Something that might explain everything.” With trembling hands, she handed Greg her phone, the screen displaying a headline that made his blood run cold: “New York's Youngest Heiress Revealed: Margaret Song.”

After leaving my husband, who did not love me, I restored my status as an heir to a super-rich family. With newfound clarity and determination, I reclaimed my birthright and embraced the responsibility that came with it. No longer bound by the constraints of a loveless marriage, I embarked on a journey of self-discovery and empowerment, guided by the unwavering support of my family. As I stepped into my role as heiress, I vowed to honor the legacy of generations past while forging my own path towards a future defined by resilience, strength, and unabashed authenticity.

There had to be a reason Jade wanted her to stay. "Mom, why are you looking at me like that? I'm your daughter, after all." Jade smirked, looking at Gemma with the same ruthless gaze. In terms of intimidation, she even surpassed Gemma. "Daughter?" Gemma snorted. "You, an illegitimate child, dare claim to be my daughter? Neve is the true Severin heiress, while you're not even fit to be her servant." "Oh, really?" Jade sneered back. "It seems that Neve is very important to you."

#Heiress Chloe Davenier Proudly Rejects Billionaire Marriage Deal—Westvale Playboy Diego Publicly Dumped! Esther gave a cold smile, then tapped open the message. The comments caught her eye immediately… [So she really is a true heiress. That kind of boldness is on a whole different level. So what if it’s the Westvale family? Even if it’s the richest family, if you don’t like it, the engagement can be broken off without delay!] [A true heiress is always so domineering. If it were that adopted daughter instead, she’d be stuck and couldn’t break off the engagement no matter what!]

“What?! No way! Liora doesn’t deserve him! Doesn’t she know Callum and Princess Bianca are meant to be together?” But before I could say anything I felt it; a pause, a delay. The rejection… hadn’t gone through. I still felt the tether, frayed but intact. Maybe I know the real reason behind this—because when he rejected me, he didn’t use my real name. My real name carries the royal family’s surname. A rejection without using the true name isn't valid. Clearly, Callum had thought of this as well. He looked a little surprised. We locked eyes. His eyes narrowed, like I was an inconvenience he’d nearly discarded.