The Unwanted Heiress Novels & Stories

His face was expressionless, but his presence was so imposing that no one dared even to breathe too loudly. After ending the call, he let out a scornful chuckle. He could not believe that Foster Group, teetering on the edge, would turn down an opportunity practically handed to them on a silver platter. The catalyst for that mess? None other than the Foster family's young heiress, who had burst onto the scene out of nowhere. "Mr. Walter Gordon, there's buzz that the elusive Ms. Foster will grace tonight's charity gala with her presence. And word has it, a prized piece from the Foster family's private collection is going up for auction," Walter's assistant, Oscar, informed him.

"And? What about me being an heiress?" He looked uneasy, clutching his iPad. "Hmm.... You can't cook? I mean, conglomerate families have people to do things like that so basically, they don't have any survival skills such as cooking because they don't need it. Especially since you are Uncle Regan's wife and a Montreal.” I was amused by the child. I always like children but this kid in front of me really amuses me. "What about that?" "You are one of the most privileged and real elite women."

“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.”

Margaux’s POV. Beatrix! Beatrix! Her name sounded familiar but I couldn’t remember where I heard it! Clyde left last night without even glancing at me. I was left alone in this lonely penthouse his grandparents gave me. I had to go to the hospital but I didn’t even have the energy. “My wedding got cancelled, the father of my child doesn’t want us in his life…how worse could it be?” I sarcastically told myself. Soon, I realized my tears were flowing endlessly.

A middle-aged woman with a warm smile and an air of calm confidence stood in the doorway. “Isabella?” the woman asked, her voice friendly and welcoming. Izzy nodded, taken aback by how this stranger knew her name. “Come in, dear. We’ve been expecting you.” Izzy stepped inside, her eyes widening as she took in the opulent interior. The foyer was grand, with high ceilings and a chandelier that looked like it was worth more than her entire apartment. The floors were polished marble, and expensive-looking artwork lined the walls. She followed the woman down a long hallway, each step making her more aware of the situation's strangeness.

He didn't look homeless, and one can tell from one glance that he is well-read. The truth is I was not finding any of his questions funny as I felt miserable and pained from all the embarrassment I had earlier encountered. I pulled down my shirt for him to see out of annoyance. “Here it is sir, it is a fucking birthmark and I hate it, I will gladly give you if you want it," I said in frustration. “I'm so sorry to bother you my lady, but I happen to come from London, and this mark of yours is a mark that is mostly associated with the royal family, I think if that mark is real, that you may be a princess,” he said, looking surprised at his own words.

Useless fools who don't deserve to live! I always knew she wasn't simple, ordinary girl. There must be something else. And guess what? That slut was the heiress of the Valler organization, her brother the most powerful man alive. Tsk. They just had to make things even more complicated. But I will never give up, I will never admit defeat, I will never bow down to that Valler wench! I'll suck my blood and dry my bones until the moment I lay my eyes on the devil dragging her to hell. Give up my glory? Hah! OVER. MY. DEAD. BODY.

But Becky's life hung in the balance. I swallowed, holding the glass tighter. Becky and I were lifelong friends. She was family. There had never been anything romantic between us, so why in the world did the devil himself so desperately require this marriage? What was he gaining from it? I frowned. This wasn't making any sense. My phone was still in my hand, and before I could even reach for it, there was a text on the screen. I half-watched it. And then, my heart was numb. BREAKING NEWS: Von Howard Empire heiress Giselle Von Howard kidnapped in Singapore. I almost dropped the glass. What?

Slamming her against the wall and getting into a hot make out session probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do since she already had the wrong idea but I needed a distraction and the girl was hot. Heading home after school I found mum, reading at the kitchen table. “What’s that?” pointing to the book in her hand. “A new book of conjuring spells I acquired from a coven up north, I’m just verifying if its legit or a fake” she answered “So, which one is it?” I asked “it’s real and extremely rare, I will need to keep this one out of human hands and in my special collection, if in the wrong hand it could be dangerous” She answered

“Ryan, I” “Oh, you didn’t hear?” another voice cut in. Livia. Elara’s expression immediately hardened. Her stepsister walked toward them slowly, her heels clicking softly, her face glowing with amusement. “Hear what?” Ryan asked, glancing between them. Livia let out a soft laugh. “That she’s not the heiress,” she said simply. Silence. Ryan blinked. “What?” Elara felt her stomach drop. “Livia, stop” she tried to say.