The Wrong Heiress Novels & Stories

I thought that my family had tried to find me so fervently, using every method they had, because they wanted to make up for lost time. It was only later that I knew that because Anna's identity as a fake heiress was found out by their competitor, everyone in the business shunned the Swans for abandoning their biological daughter, causing their stocks to plummet. That was why they tried to look for me, as if they'd gone mad. If not, they would've forgotten about me ages ago. Meanwhile, the others had already started slaughtering the seabirds with almost manic enthusiasm, muttering their achievements under their breath as they killed.

My blood. I turned to my father, Alpha Theron, desperate for him to step in, to stop this madness. His tall figure loomed beside me, his presence always commanding. Surely, he would defend me, I thought. Surely, he would put Elias in his place and call of this whole thing. But instead, he pulled me behind him like I was an embarrassment. I nearly hit the ground. “From this day forward,” my father’s voice boomed, carrying over the chaos, “Anette will take Estelle’s place as heir. She will be the one to marry Elias and inherit my position.”

“He doesn’t love me anymore.” Marcus laughed lowly. “Told you this wouldn’t last. A queen can’t lie about the heir and expect to keep her crown.” Silvia slammed the glass down. “Don’t mock me.” He shrugged. “Fine. So what now?” She was quiet for a moment, thinking. Her nails scratched gently at her wrist. “I know her… I’ve seen her before. That name… Alana Winters…” She said the name again, softly. “Alana Winters… Winters… It sounds so familiar. Why can’t I remember?”

Without hesitation, she picked up her phone and called Lucas—my so-called fiancé. A warm, gentle voice answered almost immediately. "What's wrong, Queenie?" I listened carefully. His voice was pleasant—exactly the kind I liked. It seemed my grandfather had pretty good taste after all. "Lucas!" she cried sweetly, her voice dripping with affected innocence. "There's this shameless woman who snuck into your house today, claiming she's a guest of the Hunt family. She even stole the ring you gave me!" I cut through her sugary tone before she could continue. It was best to introduce myself first, in case he had no idea what was going on.

Lola didn't say a word for a moment, but when she finally did, I couldn't believe my ears. "She's going to be the one to take your place." She replied, but I didn't understand. ''What do you mean?'' I asked. "Your stepmother and your stepbrother brought her to impersonate you." She paused and glanced at the door, then continued. "I overheard them talking about it yesterday. Preparations have already been made to welcome her as Miss Grace Wellington. I fear for you, ma'am.'' She said with a saddened face. "Leila has a bad reputation. She's a thief, a sex worker, a bully, and....'' She bit her lips and shook her head. Imagine such a person bearing your name. Imagine what people will say about

However, if this really involved the Witterson heiress, they had to handle it differently. Sensing that something was wrong, the manager asked, “What’s wrong? What background does the woman have? Tell me.” “When the two women were dragged in, one was already drunk, and the other was struggling. She said she’s the CEO of Quintessential Group, and the unconscious one is the heiress of Witterson Corporation, Clarice Geofrey.” The bartender came to report it immediately. He did not know what was happening in the private room, but he rushed over once he heard the names.

he said, confusion cracking his composure. “Daphne has our blood, but none of our history. I searched for a lost six year old Blackwood heiress for years, while you took Daphne away the moment she was born?” His voice rose. “She’s not even a full heiress. She was born outside the claim.” He stopped, staring between Calista and Daphne, then finally at me. “Does this mean,” he asked slowly, “that we have two heiresses?” Killian returned with the necklace wrapped around his fist, the chain slipping loose between his fingers as he stepped back into the circle.

Thinking of Anastasia's call last night, she understood that Oliver had mistaken Rose for Henrietta. However, she was his granddaughter. Even if he wanted to regard someone as Henrietta, that person should be her. Why should it be Rose? Suddenly, she thought of Rose and Celeste … She swallowed guiltily. During this period, she regarded herself as the true heiress of the Young family. She subconsciously ignored the truth that she had hidden. Did Oliver mistake Rose for Henrietta due to a blood relationship? She bit her lip as her eyes flickered. She was completely panicked.

I stopped. I looked down at my palms. Empty. I looked at the floor. Nothing. I looked at the bed. Nothing. I looked at the pillow. There was a single sheet of paper lying on it. Flat. Neat. Lined up with the edge of the pillowcase. I walked over slowly. My legs weren't steady. I picked it up. Handwriting I didn't recognize. Small. Careful. Not a stranger's — someone who had taken their time. "You opened the wrong door. Ask your husband what happened to his mother."

And now… That same unwanted girl might be worth more than Victoria had ever earned in her entire lifetime. “You can go,” Victoria said quietly, stepping back. Elena adjusted her blouse and turned around, confusion flickering in her eyes. “Yes, Ma’am.” She walked away without another question. Without suspicion. Without understanding the storm that had just begun forming over her life. Victoria remained still until she heard the kitchen tap running again. Then her mind began to move. Fast. The Hartwell family had made one dangerous mistake. They revealed the birthmark publicly. That meant anyone with that mark could claim to be the missing heiress.