The Wrong Heiress Novels & Stories

He said. "I've been working my butt off for everyone all my life" "And It's time for me to step down and enjoy the rest of my life" I was so shocked. Don't tell me. "It's time to introduce the new successor of Madden Group of Hospitals and Madden Realty Group" No way. Not yet. "Let me introduce to you, my one and only heiress, the reason for all of my hard work. Soline Madden" My mouth dropped. I want to throw tantrums at dad but everyone is looking at me including the men I slept with.

Eynas assisted his queen in her seat. Astra put her face to his face. She looked at him and smiled. "I'm fine" she mumbled and turned her redhead in front of her broods. "Let's welcome, the first heiress of the Erasmus Kingdom!" She growls. "And I declare war among dragons and humans! We will restore our dragon power, the Heart of Magic from them! Scream for me! Scream!" Astra made an extreme growl and all of them made a rumbling sound.

As her words sank in, their faces all turned deathly pale in an instant. Dallas looked panicked, but he still tried to maintain his composure as he assured Olivia, "N-No way. If she were really the Tanner family's heiress, how could I date her for three years without noticing anything? She must have called someone earlier to hire a bunch of actors to put on this show!" Even at such a time, he was still in denial. Honestly, his nerve was impressive. The Tanner family was ridiculously wealthy, which inevitably attracted envy and resentment. We had a strict family rule where no heir could reveal their identity before a formal engagement.

“This was the wrong place and wrong time to seduce your stepbrother, sweetheart.” I stiffened. My stomach twisted as I turned slowly, because any sudden movement felt like it would cost me my life. Allister Hale leaned against the doorframe, honey colored eyes gleaming like a predator who had just cornered his prey. Even the endearment that fell from his lips felt like a curse. “I—I wasn’t—” He smirked, taking a slow step toward me. “You know what happens to liars, don’t you?” His voice was soft, deceptively gentle. “They get punished.”

There was something odd about him, but I couldn't place my hand on it yet. “He's one of the best men to have on your team.” Drew added, Next was a woman with piercing sky blue eyes. Her hair was cut in a bob, and there were no wrinkles around her eyes. I noted that. She wasn't one to smile often. “Vivian Moreau from Moreau and partners. I specialize in probate disputes, inheritance fraud, and forensic will challenges. I am also here because I know what it means to be an heiress.” I smiled at her, “thank you.”

She was on the verge of snapping when, finally, another woman sighed heavily beside her: “What’s so tragic about it?” “Tragic? Isn’t it obvious?” another woman chimed in, a well-performing heiress who knew a bit of the Davenier family's mess. “Sure, Esther’s dance was stunning—but so what? She’s not Judy. She’s not a real heiress. Even if she caught Evander’s eye, what difference does it make?”

"You know, Gina, no matter how much money you have, you still don’t fit the position of an heiress." I tilted my head. "Oh? And why is that?" "Because," Julian said, stepping closer, "an heiress should be graceful. Elegant. Refined. Not a power-hungry woman who’s desperate to prove something." I chuckled, shaking my head. "Ah, Julian. Still bitter, I see. Let me guess—you thought you’d seen the last of me?" He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "I was hoping." "Well, sorry to disappoint you," I said, feigning sympathy. "But as you can see, I’m very much alive. And unlike you, I don’t need anyone’s approval to be where I am."

“And I’m afraid you’ve made a very serious mistake tonight.” Lena forced a laugh. “What mistake?” Adrian’s gray eyes turned toward Aria. Then back to Lena. “The mistake of accusing the wrong woman.” Silence fell across the room. Lena’s smile slowly returned. “Oh?” she said sweetly. “And why would that be?” Adrian’s voice was calm. But deadly serious. “Because the girl you’re trying to remove…” He gestured toward Aria. “…is the real heiress of Vale Global.” The club exploded into chaos.

If he thought that would soften her, he was mistaken. ‎Victor Laurent entered the room without knocking. That calm, controlled step, the kind that always made people instinctively straighten their posture, was exactly the presence that had haunted her since she’d woken up in this nightmare. The man who had taken her. The man she now knew had made a mistake. ‎ ‎He didn’t smile. He didn’t apologize. He didn’t acknowledge the fact that he had kidnapped the wrong girl. Instead, he approached slowly, measuredly, and stopped just short of her chair, studying her like she was a puzzle he needed solved.

What she wanted was the open field, running, dancing, singing, and swimming with her folks and with her town peopl But, no. She was the heiress, the only heiress. That's the only right thing they said of he werer. Shawe was the bastard that everyone loathed. She didn't like herself about it too. She deserved everything but not of the heiress title. She didn't want to rule. No. She likewd it all of her life but only if she was not Elena de Leon. The girl who bore her mother's maiden name just to stand her grandfather's banner nam She smirked of the thought. She loved many things. The thought must not trouble ge