The Unwanted Heiress Novels & Stories

Maybe it was some strange mixture of relief, anger, bewilderment, maybe empathy for her. I had dreaded the marriage, and yet now being taken away-the sudden realization was sort of off-the-wall. “Why should you tell me this?” I asked, lowering my voice. "So that you know where I stand," she said, voice unwavering. "I am not going to pretend to buy into this nonsense. I highly recommend you do the same." She rose, scooping up her books. “Now, excuse me while I attend to some much-needed studying.” With that, she exited leaving me there thinking in circles. Forced marriage, broken engagement, Karen's reappearance - such a mess my life had become and I had no idea how to fix it.

“You can keep lying if it makes you feel safe. But safety is an illusion, Iris. Lesiana is still hunting. She hasn’t forgotten. She won’t forget. And if she learns what I suspect—if she learns you’re more than a convenient Beta in Oakwood—she’ll tear you apart piece by piece.” Lesiana. The sound of her name was enough to send ice through my veins. My vision blurred for a heartbeat, and I tasted blood where I’d bitten my tongue. I wanted to scream at him to stop, to leave me alone, to take his knives-for-words and cut someone else open. But the sound of her name rooted me to the ground. “She’s looking for someone,” he continued. “Someone who escaped her once. Someone she swore she’d find. Doe

I said as I sat back down and tried to keep the irritation out of my voice. "Forget the investors you already have and start thinking about the one who just landed back in the country, because word is that the Great Thorne Heiress—the real one, the one with the trust fund that hasn't been touched in three years—is looking for a new project to dump her excess capital into," Beatrice said, and I felt a sudden jolt of electricity run through my chest that made me sit up straight.

I can’t get the way he looked at me out of my head. I am working by my desk as always when I hear footsteps coming from the elevator. I wait patiently to see which of Mr. Crawford’s bimbos is here today. I feel like walking to Vivienne’s office to get her so I can watch her drive them away like all the others. Today’s bimbo isn’t one of Mr. Crawford’s, but it’s one whom I dislike very much. “What are you doing here, Adeline?” I ask my uncle’s ex-wife.

I don't know how this happened but our mansion was signed under magaret's name, meaning she owns our big mansion, now I see the reason dad said I should leave, but his will is still in my name though, so it really didn't bother me, with this will I can earn it back. I want nothing to do with her, she isn't my problem, she has twenty percent of the company shares. I will back for it, this isn't over. I need to uncover this mystery, I will come back. ************** We are in country A, can you imagine? Three heiresses are in a very unfamiliar country, remembering the issue made me heave a sigh. "Wow, country A, here I come!!!" Katie is always dramatic. "Katie, people are staring at us, "vida m

she muttered, “I am not complaining, I just want to know.” “Henry is not the kind of person who will question my cause. He knows I probably have reasons…your father is sick, he wants to meet you…” Ice scrambled back inside the trailer, “are you guys done? There will be more coming.” Allie turned to her mother, “more of what?” “Men who wanted to get their claws on the heiress. Let’s go! You two can continue settling history later. Your cousin Candy is already on the car.” “But my stuff..”

He didn't need him to go all cowboy on her newly found relative. "Look here you annoying selfish prick that abandoned my little cousin to go fuck some plastic dolled bitch!! I'm taking her out and you're gonna babysit that little bundle of joy."Addy watched in amazement at Alexis who seemed apologetic at his wrong doings being blatantly told by a stranger. "That is not any of your business and if you two want to leave go right ahead.'' Addy looked between the two men wondering what to do with the whole tension .She was happy that Alexis was jealous but right now all she needs is Adrian's help with the whole Bridget thing.

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?”

I could barely hear the footsteps above and suddenly I heard the soft slam of a bedroom door. Where the hell was he going? Maybe a friend of Alex’s that I hadn’t met? Is that why he ran out of here so quickly? I don’t have time for this. I gulped down the last of my drink before taking a deep breath heading back into the party. I was chatting with the long reigning heiress of the “Langum Real-estate” dynasty, standing in front of the staircase, along with some other socialites wanting to catch her eye and potentially gain access to her real-estate fortune through her son, an eligible attractive young man who his mother consistently and against his wishes tried to arrange meetings and potenti

I was the host that day, yet I didn't receive a single glance from my mother, as if I were her enemy instead of her daughter. During a break, I went to the restroom and accidentally overheard a conversation between Wendy and her friend. Her tone was smug, as if she had pulled off some grand feat. "Luckily, your uncle holds a high position at that old witch's company and helped me gather her preferences! Now that I've successfully become her daughter, you all can expect some benefits in the future!" Her friend chimed in, "I heard she hates pick-me girls, so you'd better not get caught! Haha… just thinking about how easy it is to manipulate that old hag makes me laugh!"