Novel & Cerita The True Heiress

“All my life, I was your heir, your only true daughter! Bianca is the child of an affair and not a legitimate heir to the throne!” Bianca sighed as the crowd went wild again. She waited patiently for the voices to go quiet, as if she had all the time in the world. “My sister is right about one thing,” she said once everyone was calm again. “It’s true: I was born out of wedlock to a call girl.” Her eyes tightened a little, just enough that I noticed. “All my life, I was not formally recognized as the King’s heir. But now, seeing as our illustrious female Alpha has lost her wolf and misbehaved terribly, my father has finally recognized me. I am the heir now. I have received my inheritance.”

I wanted to call out for help, but a part of me suspected I might be kidnapped, and alerting whoever was holding me might not be the best idea. I slipped on my slippers and stood up, feeling a bit dizzy. My head throbbed, but I managed to move forward. I gripped my hairpin tightly, using it as a makeshift defense. As I stepped out of the room, I took in the grandeur of the mansion. It was huge, even bigger than mine, and beautifully decorated. The walls were painted white, and the hallway was adorned with various art pieces. The opulence suggested that my kidnapper was wealthy, which made me wonder what their motives were because it was clear that they don't need money from me.

I was about to grab the report Casper had just thrown at me when I suddenly saw words floating above Jenny's head. [Finally, this is not the same old real versus fake heiress story. After the female lead goes back to her rich family, she is going to start a romance with the imposter son.] [Real heiress versus imposter son heir. I love this pairing choice.] I was so shocked I stumbled back, and the bullet comments on Jenny's head vanished. I rubbed my eyes, stepped forward again, and the comments reappeared. [So, this is the real heiress's unlucky little victim?]

My mother-in-law stood in the doorway of what was supposed to be my home, looking at me like I was dirt on her expensive shoes. "He'll be here," I said quietly, even though we both knew I was lying. Margaret laughed, the sound was cold and cruel. "My son is working late with Victoria. You know, someone actually important? Someone who understands business? Not some nobody he picked up from God knows where." My fingers tightened around my phone. I wanted to scream that I understood business better than Victoria ever could, that I could buy and sell the Blackwell family fortune ten times over, that I was Elena Sterling, hidden heiress to Sterling Global, one of the largest corporations in the c

“Exactly. The real heiress kept a low profile for years. Of course she wouldn’t come in shouting about who she was. Freya’s act was way too obvious.” Freya and Chuck froze completely. “No. That’s impossible.” Chuck muttered under his breath. “She worked at my company for years. How could she be the group’s heiress?” Then he seemed to remember something and suddenly turned to Freya. “Wait. Didn’t you have the family pendant? The one you showed us before? “Were you lying to me this whole time? Was that pendant fake?” Freya desperately shot him a look, telling him to shut up. But it was too late. The words had already left his mouth.

I turned toward the door, but something made me stop. I looked back at her. For eighteen years, I had searched for the girl I remembered. I had finally found her, but she was carrying another name and another life. I couldn't make her remember me. I couldn't force her to accept Elara. All I could do was give her the time she needed and keep the promise I had made all those years ago. I rested my hand against the door and met her eyes one last time. She might not remember the boy who had promised to find her, but I remembered everything. And if she wanted to uncover the truth about Adrian, I would help her do it without taking control away from her. “Heather,” I said softly, “whatever happens

There was no signed agreement, no transfer of ownership, and no document making Hellen my mother's successor. They mistook my kindness for stupidity. And I intend to correct that mistake. I glance at the photograph one last time. Enjoy your position while it lasts, Miranda. Because the real heiress has finally returned.

To make a quick buck, I set up a barbecue stall at the National Day parade. All of a sudden, bullet comments started floating before my eyes: “Look at our heiress out here grilling meat! Does MC have any idea the money she breaks her back to earn a month can’t even cover the impostor’s afternoon tea?” “What’s she to do? Fate can be a bitch. Girl got her life stolen for twenty years.” “You’re getting picked up by your wealthy family tomorrow! Fight for what’s yours! Get your life back! Your parents’ love, your brothers’ support, and your fiancé’s heart!” “Got my popcorn. I’m ready for the showdown!” My hand froze. I was a rich heiress? And my wealthy birth family was coming to find me tomorro

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