The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In Novels & Stories

“Your stepmother is over the edge, parading herself as the mother of the new heiress to the Gomez fortune.” “Oh,” I replied, feigning innocence. “You don’t know?” Matilda asked, surprised. “I thought that’s why you returned.” I shifted the conversation, unwilling to answer directly. “How’s Daisy coping?” Matilda shook her head. “It’s a mess. Everyone knows Daisy doesn’t have the experience or drive to handle the position, but Mirela doesn’t care. She just wants control.” Their words stirred something inside me—anger, yes, but also a fierce curiosity.

Crystal chandeliers dripping with light, champagne flutes floating through the air like magic, and a sea of tailored suits and expensive perfume. And tonight, I wasn’t the broken wife everyone whispered about. I was the woman no one could take their eyes off. Heads turned as I entered, arm-in-arm with Vivian. The room quieted just enough for me to hear the murmurs starting. “Who is she?” “God, look at that face…” “She must be some European royalty or something—no one walks like that unless they were born on a throne.” I didn’t acknowledge a single one. I just smiled slowly, like a secret, and let the crowd swallow me whole.

Patronized by the rich and who-mattered-in-America, she made her mark without depending on her identity as a heiress. ‘Unlike me,’ I thought to myself. I was just a bartender, still searching for my passion. In the midst of which I'd been forced into an arranged marriage. An arranged marriage from which I was rescued by an unfeeling vampire. An heiress-turned bartender, who was being chased by her father who wanted to kill her. Yup, the description fitted my character profile. Nessa was looking at me with sparkling eyes, when I looked up again. I groaned. “What now?”

Did all wealthy heiresses enjoy chasing after other people's boyfriends? She seriously had an odd interest! It was true that it was impossible to comprehend the minds of the wealthy. Jasmine really knew how to stir things up! She had just left college. Yet, she had already started causing trouble for others. Didn't she feel embarrassed? She was repeatedly rejected, yet she kept coming back for more. If I were in her shoes, I'd rather remain single forever than endure such treatment. Yet, for her, she remained unfazed by the numerous rejections, and she kept going at it.

She was trembling with anticipation, and all it took was one glance to know that his first assumption had been correct. She was a bored heiress, playing at business. And now she’d prompted him he could clearly remember the night they’d met. She’d been a teenager—miserable, confused and self-conscious. An ugly duckling dumped in the middle of a flock of elite swans with a doting father who barely took his eyes off her. None of the other men had dared talk to her, none of the women had wanted to, so she’d stood alone, her awkwardness almost painful to witness.

She took the girl everywhere with her and even explained to others that the real the Cromwell family heiress had been found, urging them not to mistake the situation and to spare her from embarrassment. Yet, at every banquet, she felt like an ugly duckling who had strayed into a world she didn’t belong to. While Abby engaged in high-level discussions, she could barely discern what language they were speaking. The stark contrast only highlighted how insignificant the real heiress was. Everyone whispered that the Cromwell family had brought back a country girl—a poor, uncultured outsider. High society was an exclusive circle. If one failed to blend in, they would be ostracized and ridiculed.

She was practically jobless and how she survived in this city was amusing. Nobody could judge her social skills even if they tried. She was a bonafide social climber and she did it so well, rumors had it though that she had shackled herself to the wrong billionaire. Adrian Hales was a ‘soon to be’ bankrupt person and it was going to be a beautiful reality for Cassie. Good thing society will still be there and the rude world will still rotate, she frowned at the thought and it was about the same time that they stepped into Dan’s office.

Remi didn't say anything at first, just watched me the way you watch something you're deciding whether to bother with, and I sat there across from two of the most powerful men in the country and felt smaller than I had felt at any point since this entire nightmare started. "You know what our sister gave up for you?" Cyrus said. "I know," I said. "Do you" he said, and it wasn't a question, it was a statement wearing a question's shape. "She walked away from all of this. This building, this name. Every door it opens. Three years of her life to a man who couldn't see her standing in front of him." "I know what I did," I said. "I'm trying to fix it." Remi laughed, short and humorless. "Fix it,"

"I think we wanted more time to figure out how to build something ordinary out of everything extraordinary that's already happened to us. That's different." "A fair distinction." Margaret studied her for a long moment, something searching in her expression. "I want you to know something, and I want you to understand I mean it without any of the careful management I've spent thirty years attaching to nearly everything I say in this family. I did not expect, when Isabella first vanished and left a stranger standing in her place at that gala, that the stranger would turn out to be the best thing to happen to this family in longer than I can easily account for. I am glad, genuinely and without r

The heels, dress, and jewelry. Millions of dollars sitting on one person’s body. Sometimes I wondered if maybe that would have been my life too. Designer clothes, going on vacation, and swimming in luxury. The life of Athena Mallway. But one thing Cassie and I would never have in common was character. Right from childhood Cassie always believed poor people deserved to be treated like trash. But my parents raised us differently. They taught the twins and me to respect everyone no matter their status. Even if I still had my position as the rightful heiress of Mallway Holdings, I would never become someone like Cassie Sinclair.