The Wrong Heiress Novels & Stories

he said, “now that we’re back, can you please explain what’s going on?” Mia leaned forward. “It wasn’t Callum’s parents again, was it?” Callum’s expression tightened. “Not exactly.” I sighed and decided to just get right into it. “Bianca has been named heir.” “What?” Mia breathed. I took a deep breath and explained everything. My father’s strange behavior, the witch, Ambrose, Bianca showing up with a tiara on her head. It still felt unreal, saying it out loud. I kept glancing at my pillow, hoping that I would wake up and find it had all been a bad dream.

George, seeing that he has lost, glared at Milana and the lawyer hatefully before walking out of there in anger. Milana smiled in satisfaction. “According to the original Will, Mrs Milana Donatello Castillo is the rightful heir of the Castillo group” the lawyer announced as he raised the Will up to show everyone the page where her name was stated. “What happened to the other two children of Pedro Castillo?” a reporter asked. “They did not get a single thing from their father” “Why is that?” another reporter asked. “You will know why soon, before the day ends. There is more to all this” Milana said before the lawyer could speak.

*************** I was woken up by the chirping of birds and the relentless buzzing of my phone. The sun, which had set from the east, almost blinded my face, causing my vision to become blurred. Upon picking up my phone, I almost lost my balance when I saw the news headline. THE HEIRESS OF THE LANCASTER GROUP, NOW MRS. REID HAS BEEN CAUGHT IN BED WITH ANOTHER MAN JUST AFTER THE DEATH OF HER HUSBAND’S GRANDMOTHER. WHAT COULD BE HAPPENING? I quickly got out of bed and made my way towards the bathroom. Searching for Alex, but to no avail.

They didn’t answer. Just grabbed my arms and yanked me forward. “Where are you taking me?” Still silence. Then, as we reached the stairs leading to the inner sanctum of the packhouse, I heard it. “—was found under her bed,” someone shouted. “How could she—?!” Elder Mira’s voice cracked like thunder. “This cannot be coincidence. The Moon Goddess’s staff was stolen! The ritual broken! And this morning—conveniently—it is discovered hidden in the prisoner’s quarters?”

The creatures weren't just destroying the walls; they were destroying everything, and they moved with purpose, with coordination, as if they weren't mindless beasts but something far more sinister. "Raina!" My mother again, more frantic now. And beneath it, I heard footsteps—my stepfather's heavy boots thundering up the stairs. The spell broke. I spuned away from the window and ran for the door, my mind suddenly flooding with survival instinct. The house lurched beneath my feet—an actual physical lurch, as if the ground itself was trembling. Dust rained down from the ceiling, and I heard the crack of wood splitting as the structure groaned under stress.

he said frustratedly while pinching the bridge of his nose. “You literally said I had a problem with my demeanor," I retorted as I crossed my arms angrily. “My bad, the point I am trying to make is that those heiresses there are not your friends; no matter how nice they seem, believe me, they would stab you the moment you fell. When Miss Adam saw you talking freely with those heiresses who are not even up to your level, she took it as a sign that you are desperate to fit in and that you are unloved,” he said, and I nodded.

'To be pursued by two beauties… that's probably every man's dream. Her thoughts drifted to her old classmate Roxanne. Technically speaking, she should be calling Roxanne "Mrs. Norwood" too. But the three heiresses—Hazel, Roxanne, and Anya—still had no idea Evan had already moved on. They were still foolishly waiting for him to apologize. … Over at Villa No. 9, ever since discovering the drakeblood gemstone had been confirmed as a fake, the three heiresses had been in excellent spirits. It was as if every grievance they ever had toward Evan had vanished.

Then a thought seemed to come to the man as his happy expression turned into a frown of confusion. He stepped forward to make sure Heidi was the only one hearing his words. “Tell me, Young Lady. Are you the hidden heiress everyone has been speaking about?” Heidi only smiled, confirming his assumption. “So you are the girl who was treated unjustly by Harold Olsen!” The man exclaimed. “Who isn't aware of Harold Olsen's cunningness in the business circle?” Heidi feigned indifference by letting out a soft laugh. “It is only a small misunderstanding within the AG Group which will be cleared up soon.”

The banquet did not end because of this episode. Instead, it became even livelier. However, I knew Sienna would never let this go. Soon enough, new pop-up messages appeared. [The Harlow parents are actually giving the family heirloom to the fake heiress!] [My God, they're not even pretending anymore. They favor the real heiress openly but secretly prioritize the fake heiress in everything?] [I feel so bad for her! She should just destroy the heirloom. After all, it'll become the key weapon the fake heiress uses to bring her down later.]

“Your father knew part of it, enough to make you desperate. But the real secret? Janette is the heiress. That mark makes her the legal heir of the Blackwood estate, corporation, and legacy. It’s her birthright.” “No…” Liam whispered, stumbling backward with the gun still trembling in his hand. His eyes darted between Janette and Dean. “No, that’s not true…” Dean let out a short laugh. “Oh, it’s very true. All this time, you were chasing power you already had within reach. She was in your grasp, but you were too blinded by greed to realize it.” Liam’s face crumpled. “That can’t be…” Dean took another step forward. “You kidnapped the heiress of Blackwood Corp and tried to force her into marria