Novel & Cerita The Wrong Heiress

"I'm not the heiress, you all heard the lawyer and stop fooling me... please just let me go!" "You are the heiress. Miss Verlain Mende." I whipped my head. The lawyer walked towards me, folder in one hand, the other in his pocket. Unmoved by the chaos he was about to cause. "What...how?" His lips curved. "Because the declaration just changed”

Carina's predicament was simply an act of divine justice. Just then, my phone rang with a call from an unknown number. When I answered it, Carina's hoarse voice came through the line. "Are you satisfied now, Bailey? I lost everything. My entire life has been ruined! You won. You get to be the high-and-mighty heiress, watching me get trampled into the ground like some pathetic rat. I bet you're thrilled to see this, huh?"

She knows that she shouldn't forgive Ria that easily. However, this is not the time. If she did anything wrong then it won't do good for her company's reputation. She can't risk her Grandfather's image because of revenge. The time has come. Within a few months, her Grandfather is about to select her as his heiress or successor. She can't risk that by telling everyone that she got into trouble because of someone's childish play. Moreover, according to the information she got from Ray, the key that night she got from that waiter was actually the wrong one. The waiter mistakenly gave her the wrong key.

But the burn didn’t ease the knot in his chest. The news flashed on TV. “In breaking news, the missing Hartman heiress has been found alive after twenty-three years…” Adrian froze. The screen showed Evelyn stepping from a black car, surrounded by cameras. “She’s the missing Hartman heiress,” he whispered. Charlotte paled. “That’s impossible.” Adrian barely heard her. Every cruel word he’d thrown at Evelyn echoed in his head. He’d called her a gold digger, said she didn’t belong. Now she was the richest woman in New York.

On the flower-decked wedding platform inside, William Griffith solemnly slipped the ring onto Evelyn Swanson's finger with a twinkle in his eyes. He was one of my conquest targets and also my very last hope for survival. Unfortunately, he had fallen in love with Evelyn. When I was very young, the system found me and told me I would die on my 23rd birthday. To change my fate, I had to obtain a perfect affection score from any one of my assigned conquest targets before that day arrived. The system successively assigned me three targets, but I failed them all. When I was 18 years old, the true heiress of the Swanson family, Evelyn, was found. And just like that, my identity as the fake heiress

“Only a qualified girl can be by your side-” “Believe me, she's more than qualified,” Liam grumbled. “Haley is the secret heiress of the DG Group. Is that what you wanted to hear? Are you satisfied?” However, the woman didn't look satisfied. She looked as if she'd lost her tongue. “That's the biggest joke of the century!” She scoffed. “How can this filthy girl with no background be an heiress-” “You can do your research.” Liam interrupted her. “And for the last time, Mum, leave Haley alone. I haven't changed my mind that I can choose her over you.”

“She’s mine.” Everyone froze. Even Ethan looked up from his drink. “Fifty million? You’re serious?” Denis asked. Lawrence’s lips curved faintly. “Completely.” The deal was sealed with a handshake; a cruel game between spoiled heirs who had never faced consequences. And Pearl Adams, the quiet girl in the red gown, had no idea she had just become the target of a bet that would ruin her life. The Trap The next few weeks passed quickly; parties, classes, photo shoots. Everywhere Pearl went, there were smiles and friendly faces.

"Historical records, contractual agreements, witness testimonies, and financial documents all support this conclusion." Victor slowly lowered his head. For a brief moment, emotion flickered across his face. "The court further recognizes that Mr. Blackwood's ownership interests were wrongfully suppressed through fraudulent activities conducted by multiple individuals who have since been arrested or are currently under investigation." Murmurs spread across the courtroom. The judge waited for silence before continuing. "Regarding operational ownership and leadership of the luxury empire, the court finds that Mrs. Tessa Deveraux is the lawful heir under the surviving inheritance provisions."

Walter's assistant, Oscar, informed him. Walter gave the stock numbers a chilly glance, indifferent to the Foster Group's heiress. However, his mood was foul, and the heiress, who had snubbed him, was caught in his crosshairs. "How sure are we that Ms. Foster will show up?" asked Walter.

I called out "Stephen wake up Marco. We are going to Florence. We are not going there to fight a deed; we are going there to declare a sanctuary." The battle for the Underlying Title was about to move from a property dispute to a crusade. Elias wanted a quarry; I was going to give him a cathedral. As we piled into the car at dawn I looked back at the hunting lodge. The smoke was still coming from the chimney, a line of defiance. Elias was still sharpening his knife. He did not know that I had found the stone that could not be cut. The Rossi Heritage was no longer a vintage; it was a fortress. The Hidden Heiress was finally ready to stop being the victim of her blood and start being the prote