The Wrong Heiress Mga Nobela at Kwento

So they were fully aware of the fact that I had concealed my identity to approach Zac. The chat quickly erupted with complaints: “A Quinn family illegitimate daughter calling herself an heiress? Seriously?” I corrected them: “Not an illegitimate daughter—she’s his niece, and there’s no blood relation.” The chat went silent for a moment before replies started flooding in. “A mistress acting this bold? Just watch me expose everything about her.” “The Mason heir is still the better option! He’s from a prestigious family, polite, humble, and miles ahead of that arrogant Zac Quinn!”

Renea ignored Stella and took the economic book from her bag to read. On the other hand, the bet between Renea, Sophia, and Kailey had been discussed on the school forum. Someone had organized a gambling game, betting on who would win. There had long been posts on the forum about the true and false heiresses of the Morris family. Now many were placing bets on Kailey and Sophia to win. After all, one was the true heiress, while the other was the vice principal’s daughter. No matter how incapable they were, everyone felt that they would be better than Renea, who scored only 249 marks.

"Ivy! Have you lost your mind? What do you mean 'coming back,' what 'frauds'? If they're frauds despite sharing my blood, then what does that make you? "Marigold, take Ivy back to her courtyard. She's not to leave without my say-so. And fetch a physician. I want her head examined properly." "I won't go! There's nothing wrong with me! Mother, believe me! Please believe me!" Ivy was hauled off by two matrons, one on each arm, thrashing and fighting the whole way, her hair coming loose. "Celeste! You'll come to a bad end! Just you wait! I won't let this go! I'm the real heiress! I'm the real—"

But it was from my father’s company—the quality was excellent. I let out a quiet sigh and tried to explain one last time. “First, the watch is mine. “Second, you’ve mistaken me for someone else. The real heiress is probably still out there somewhere, waiting for you.” Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a frail girl in a server’s uniform standing in the corner of the banquet hall, watching in fear. Her features bore a strong resemblance to the matriarch of the Lawson family, Jasmine Ross, at least seventy or eighty percent.

"Of course they don't know each other. The fake heiress lost her Westbridge University spot, so now she's resorting to cheap tricks to seduce Spencer. She's downright shameless for always trying to steal the real heiress' man." Me? Trying to seduce Spencer? What an absurd, pathetic assumption. I straightened the desk that had been kicked askew expressionlessly and erased the butterfly doodle with my eraser. Then, under the mix of sympathetic, scornful, and gloating stares, I walked out of the class with my head held high.

she said and paused "The winner of this task is already known to us since I called everyone's income out and so, Mitchell Campbell is the new heiress to the Campbell's properties" she announced "What?!! That's not possible grandma! How can you allow her to rule over us? You know how grumpy she is already. If you make her the heiress, she will be so full of herself and won't have regard for anyone" John said "I never mentioned attitude when I gave you the tasks. Mitchell won this so you have to accept her as the heiress and put in your best next time" Grandma said

“Shall we, my lady?” I rolled my eyes but took his hand. “Try not to embarrass me tonight.” “Impossible,” he said with a grin. The moment I stepped out, the world seemed to freeze. Heads turned. Gasps fluttered through the crowd. The air felt thick as people’s whispers rose around us. I could feel every eye on me. “Alice White…” someone murmured. “That’s her! The white family heiress!” “Look at that gown—oh my goddess, that’s a Lisa couture piece worth over a billion!”

“Hardly. I came to remind you that you don’t own this space; you don’t own this city. Tonight, the spotlight isn’t just yours.” With that, I turned my gaze to Gabriella, who took a small step back, observing me with equal parts disdain and intrigue. “Congratulations on your new partnership,” I said, my openness a strategic mask for the confidence bubbling beneath. “Though we all know you’re merely a pawn in Andre’s elaborate chess game.” Gasps spread through the attendees at my audacity, their eyes darting between the three of us, hungry for the unfolding drama. Gabriella lifted her chin, an unmistakable defiance glimmering in her icy gaze. “And you must be the runaway heiress who’s chosen t

Underlined it twice. If the Maddox family had engineered the no-show knowing someone would scramble to fill the gap, the wrong Maddox signing was not a mistake. It was a weapon deployed against Bastien's position, one that created legal complication, territorial uncertainty, and a twelve month obligation to a woman who had demonstrated in the first hour of knowing about it that she intended to be as difficult as possible to manage. Adler sat with this for a moment. Then he wrote: Or it is a coincidence and Maddox senior is simply a man whose daughter got cold feet.

For a moment, I saw when her smile faded a little and when it came back, it was already as bright as the sun does, as if there were no problem in the world. “I see… you’ve heard about it.” She let go of the wine glass as she crossed her legs. “Considering our situation, it’ll be an easy sight to put your interest in.” She suddenly motioned her hands in the air. “The famous heiress of ZBC broke off the engagement with her ‘unwanted’ fiancé. Hilarious, isn't it?” “Unwanted?” Now, that peaks my interest. “Hmm…” She sipped to her drink before answering me with an emotionless smile. “You probably haven't heard the part that his mother and half-sister don't like me?”