The Wrong Heiress Novels & Stories

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.

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.

And now, with my parents breathing down my neck, asking why there’s no heir to carry on the family name, the pressure is unbearable. They didn’t even show up tonight. Said it wasn’t important enough. It made me think… am I the problem? “You don’t believe her, do you?” She says it like I shouldn’t believe it. Like it’s absurd to even consider. But I do. At this point, I would believe anything even the words coming out of the lips of my crazy ex-girlfriend. Because for the first time in a long time, something feels off. And I’m starting to think Darla didn’t just come here to ruin my night.

He was as still as stone and looked unaffected. We were supposed to get engaged next month. The date had been picked, the venue pre-booked, my heart ready. I had allowed myself to dream and to believe in fairy tales. But Jasper was never my prince, he was just a well-disguised fraud in designer suits and the reason he was breaking up was because he found out that I wasn't the heiress he thought I was. Cas, my sister was the real heiress and I didn’t tell him of this because I didn’t want our family issues to be out in the open but it seems someone really wanted his attention so badly and it was definitely Cas. She has always hated me and I am not surprised that she did something like this.

But Tae couldn’t be fooled, not by her. “I am betrothed to Miss Kang… and we both know… that isn’t you.” Just then, the system chimed above them and, before every player: [Clue Unlocked: The Heiress Was Not Chosen by Blood.] Aria froze. Laura’s eyes widened within her room. And Willa… she ate more pastry. The system was too late. She had gotten the clue. And Door Five was certainly not about serving the heiress but discovering the true heir. And within this beautiful world, some people will kill to keep the secret buried.

Ethan catching us in the mansion would ruin my plans. I snapped towards the window, and my eyes narrowed at how wide and large it was. I pushed her to it, pulling it open. I carried her onto the balcony. *** We managed to escape, and we were back in my mansion. The party was over, and Keith was going through the signet to see if it had been tampered with. "This is it, the original signet of Mr Coleman. You have a pretty good chance of getting everything back with this." She beamed at his words, the hope of finally being in reach lighting up her eyes.

"He won't know. I promise you, he won't know." She was wrong about that, though neither of them could have known it yet, sitting in a studio that smelled like glue and turpentine with four hours left on the clock. The dress arrived by courier at six, midnight blue silk that had clearly been altered to someone's exact measurements and happened, infuriatingly, to be Wren's. She stood in front of the studio's single cracked mirror and watched a woman she didn't recognize take shape in the reflection not Isabella, not herself, someone constructed for one night out of borrowed silk and a story she'd agreed to without asking enough questions.

It was almost 12:00 am She saved the document and closed it, feeling a small sense of satisfaction. Then, instead of shutting the laptop completely, she clicked around absentmindedly. Old files. Archived links. Things she hadn’t looked at in a long time. That was when she saw it. An old headline, saved in a forgotten folder. She clicked. The article loaded, and she laughed under her breath almost immediately. WILFRED HEIRESS CAUSES STIR AT RACING EVENT — Sources Say Billionaire’s Daughter ‘Unapologetically Reckless’

My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. James handed me another document. A DNA test with my name on it. "We recently discovered that the accident was orchestrated by a business rival named Richard Blackwood. He bribed hospital staff to fake the baby's death and give her to an orphanage under a false name." He looked at me with eyes that were bright with unshed tears. "That baby was you, Miss Chen. You're Isabella Morrison. You're Alexander Morrison's granddaughter and heir." The room spun. I couldn't breathe right. This had to be a mistake or a scam or some kind of cruel joke.