The Unwanted Heiress Novels & Stories

The first step was to get on Theodore’s good side, and this pampered noblewoman who had never worked a day in her life was a well-known heiress in Charleston. She was not well-known for her beauty or talents but rather for the numerous feuds she had with other noble families and royals behind the scenes. Annabella’s glamorous appearance did not match her personality at all. She was not unattractive by any means as her features were well-defined, but her malice and tendency to one-up others had earned her widespread disdain.

His grip was steady, no longer the iron shackle of a husband-by-contract, but the anchor of a partner. "Day one hundred and eighty," I whispered. "Not quite," Damien said, looking at the glowing burner phone in my hand. The screen flickered one last time. A message from an unknown number: *The Architect never builds a house she can't escape. See you in the Caymans, Queen.* I looked at the smoking ruins, then at the man I had married to survive. The Unwanted Bride was dead. The Harrington empire was ash. But the Vane legacy was just beginning.

Prominently highlighted was Article VII, Clause Delta. The figure continued, "However the Council is not without… leniency. A path to redemption exists. You have one week, Alexander Sterling, to fix this breach. You will present yourself before the Council.. You will bring the true heir. The one who can uphold the covenant. The child of the Sterling bloodline. Ready to serve." The woman with the gavel brought it down with a thud. Alexander stared at the screen horrified. The true heir. They didn’t just want his company; they wanted Leo. His son, who was currently undergoing tests for a heart condition was now a pawn in a generations-old game.

“But still—” “The carrot is fine,” mother says. Caroline glares at her. “Isabel, I’m sure your impoverished southern taste can’t tell the difference between a properly home cooked meal and street food.” That stings. Mother wasn’t a billionaire heiress like Caroline, in fact, mother grew up on the streets, jumping from one foster home to another before dad fell in love with her and moved her from grass to palace. The atmosphere is oppressive. Mother rolls her eyes. “I heard Dian revoked your Neighborhood membership. Dian told me herself that said she’s been relieved ever since she had the police remove you from the facility.”

"Yeah,my dad wants him to take after him. I mean,I could do a better job than him. I am currently doing a better job than him but…the disadvantages that comes with being a girl at a family like mine." I lick my lips and rub my forehead. This. This can't really be possible. Liz was Alex brother. Liz and the other Alex were friends with benefits. Or rather acquaintaces with benefit. Alex concealed the truth from me. Liz did not take over because she is a girl? That was absurd.Is that why Mesta did not become the head as well? "Not that. I…" I let out air after failing at forming words. "Yes Aria. My father is a mafia." All air left my lungs.

"At first, she just sat quietly in a corner, holding a few bottles and smiling as she watched the children on the field. Sometimes she'd bring scraps of vegetables or old bread. "She wasn't dressed too shabbily, so people assumed she wasn't entirely abandoned and homeless. I was the only one who found her behavior strange. I reported it to the administration, but the headteacher didn't take it seriously." "Then one day, tragedy struck. The madwoman suddenly pulled a knife out of the rotting leaves she was holding…" Kent's voice took on a somber tone as he described the scene back then in detail. "That madwoman rampaged across the playground, grabbing children as she went. The blade stabbed i

for Christopher had been exposed. Her so-called "diary of unrequited love" had backfired spectacularly. The entire Internet turned on her. "She knew he was engaged and still went after him? This is infuriating!" "I didn't know it was possible to romanticize being a homewrecker this much." "Confessing to an engaged man and trying to 'gift' him with your first time? What is wrong with this woman?" "If I were the bride, I would've beaten her up too."

“You can’t do that. No one has met the Davi wine heiress. She’s been kept away from everyone since her uncle’s incarceration and parents’ death by her grandfather.” “Your behavior is unacceptable; therefore, I will not provide further explanation. You’ve met the heiress. You just didn’t know it, and your elitist attitude hurt you more than helped you.” April herded Beatrice toward the door out of her suite. She used her points of conversation to move her along. “You can’t know that.” Beatrice shook her head as though she protested April’s words in disbelief.

"I couldn't bear watching her life wither away at the cost of her belief. That was when... Well... You know the rest of the story." "But I thought the person you blessed were the King's of the current country? Not a Queen?" "... I didn't mention it did I... Estelle had a son. He was born out of wedlock. She couldn't bear to rid an innocent child so she ran from her birth place. I accompanied her on her journey, taking care of them the best I could." "He grew up to be a splendid man. Nearly got consumed by his rage when he found the man who had killed his mother. I stopped him in time but at the cost of my life."

My mother is still regretting the fact that she didn't get to marry the man she loved and I am hoping the same mistake won't happen to me. I am only with Jordan because of our child, we don't love each other. I want to love my life, aside from being his unwanted bride. I am already tired of being tagged unwanted, everything about me screams unwanted. The maids in the house knows that I am their boss's unwanted wife and because no one outside our home and immediate family recognizes me as his bride. It feels right but sad. I want to experience love in a good soul and I want to be loved. Finding love is definitely not here in Jordan’s home.