The Unwanted Heiress Novels & Stories

And Mr Morris felt so bad, even though it wasn't his fault that she had to stay at the orphanage. “I hate you,” she said. Elena let out a scoff, folding her arms. “What’s all this drama for?” she said dismissively. “Aren’t you supposed to be happy? You’re now the second heiress to the Morris wealth.” Her lips curled slightly. “I guess you’ve never imagined living that kind of life.” Aria’s gaze moved to her. “Yes, I've never imagined being an heiress.” she said flatly. “And I’m not interested either.”

" He ran out of the room and back to the hall to get himself in any way a bit distracted from the kiss. Alice was speechless, she didn't know how to react to this" How in the world could someone be so rude to the magnitude that he claims hegemony over his own mistake?" She honestly didn't have a retort to that so she left the room with the query unanswered Hopefully someday those answers will come rushing over to her. She went back to the hall as well only to find her supposed mother-in-law looking for her.

I was Windsor’s most untouchable heiress. The chairman of the university board was my grandfather. The student council president was my fiancé. The basketball team captain and the top student in our major were my childhood friends. Everyone said that if I wanted something at Windsor, I could have it. After taking a year off from college because of illness, I returned to campus. The moment I stepped through the gates, lines of comments suddenly appeared in front of me. [The spoiled heiress is back! She still doesn't know that all three male leads have fallen for the new transfer student.] [Jessica may be poor, but she's stubborn and kind. Watching her refuse financial help and insist on worki

He said that there is more toil. "What do you need from me?" Saint promised weakly. "We want your power! Your position! And your wealth. And Deus wants to know where the hell is the mafia heiress." Mafia Heiress? Savienna is the real mafia heiress. But I am still claiming it as me because that's what they thought too. "Okay, I got what I wanted. Now I need to erase you to keep your mouth shut." Because of what Saint said, I saw a strange fear that enveloped Gayle's entire being.

After all, it was a fact that the scions and socialites within the city would be utterly eclipsed if she, the Queen of Finance, made an appearance at that banquet. … Meanwhile, Hazel and the others had already returned to the villa. The entire place felt lifeless. The three heiresses were in the worst mood imaginable as they laid their eyes on the frail Zeke. Unfortunately, there was nothing they could do. The mysterious blood donor was nowhere to be found. Evan refused to cooperate. Even worse, the miracle doctor who had cured Gaius had a terrible impression of them. They truly couldn't think of any other viable solution. They were at a dead end.

A literal chandelier and so many mirrors I could see every bad decision I’d ever made. “Miss Reed,” said a woman with a perfect British accent. Her outfit screamed old money and trauma. “Mr. Blackthorne instructed we prepare you for the press.” “The what now?” “The press,” she repeated like I was stupid. “You’ll be introduced today.” I just stared blankly into space. Her lips barely moved. “.....As His fiancée.” She continued. I laughed so hard I almost choked on my own disbelief. “Yeah, okay. You’re funny.”

he added, adjusting his necktie. Huh? How come he knows those details? I raised my eyes up at him,and he sighed. "You're an unusual heiress. And,I am more interested in unusual people."he stated sternly. I nodded, reluctantly. "Shall...we call it a night then?" "Sure. You should change out of that awful dress, it's an eyesore."his breath ruffles. I was even more perplexed. His tone sounds as that of an anger. I tried to change the topic.

A few of the more nervous guests shuffled toward the exits, only to remember, with dawning horror, that the doors were blocked by men with broad shoulders and harder faces. At the centre of the storm, Bella steadied herself and straightened her dress with a forced composure that betrayed her inner tremor. She moved forward, clutching at the remnants of pride, and announced in a voice pitched for confrontation, “Hi, I’m Bella, the Reynolds family’s heiress, this year’s city top scorer, and fiancée to Mr. Collins.” The list of titles was supposed to act like armour, expected to make people defer. She stepped closer to William, expecting the crowd to tilt back toward her, to recognize power and

She looked away and bit her lip, muttering, “Grandma, I don’t want Harry anymore. I found a better man.” “What…?” The village chief looked at her with disbelief. “Dior, are you being serious?” She could tell that Dior treated Harry sincerely. How could she have fallen for another man so quickly? Dior did not want to explain anything. At this point, she was feeling worse. She quickly packed up and said, “Grandma, it’s true. I’m an heiress in Burlington, and Harry isn’t good enough for me.” “Huh?” The village chief was shocked.

He frowned, “watch your tone.” “I asked you a question, Lucas. Don't mess with me.” I replied, with anger burning within me. “Why shouldn't I mess with you? Who are you? You're nothing but a pathetic heiress with nothing in her bank account. No money, no assets. Nothing.” “My child is in Kate. You can't do this to me!” I wailed, “God, you're quite slow.” I blinked.