The Wrong Heiress Novels & Stories

He was wrong, and my wolf beneath the skin simmered with irritation, claws flexing just under my nails. Ryan looked at me, calm as ever, and spoke loudly. "There's only one true heiress, yes, but Mrs. Frost gave birth to Serena Frost in the hospital-then, through a cruel twist of fate, the child was swapped. Eighteen years later, she's finally back. The woman before you is the one who lived eighteen years as the false heiress, enjoying privileges she never earned." The doorman's jaw dropped. "So that's why… I thought she was a shameless fraud from the moment I saw her. Turns out she is-and had the audacity to pretend for eighteen years!"

She shouted, her grin wide and bright. “You already told me that at midnight,” I said softly, forcing a smile. “I know, but it’s still your birthday, and I refuse to let your moody husband ruin it.” Her eyes narrowed. “Wait… what channel was that on? Tell me you didn’t see it.” “I did,” I murmured. She sighed, her playful tone fading. “Sienna, I’m sorry. He’s playing a dangerous game. I told you billionaires don’t cheat; they invest in heartbreak.”

If she did, then the court would deal with her like it did with Henry. “You guys did the right thing by selling that house, and I am so lucky to have purchased it.” “Point of correction, they, not us. I have no hand in that and that is what brought me here.” She lifted a brow and chuckled. “Elaborate on it, please.” “My cousins sold the mansion to you without my consent and fled, so, I want it back.” She stood up from the chair. “You want the mansion back?” Yes, “Do you think I will hand it over to you?”

“She’s terrified.” I moved back slightly as they both turned to me, wishing I could disappear into the headboard or something. “And from the look of things…” His gaze trailed over me. “…she genuinely believes she’s… Heather Cole.” He said the name with furrowed brows, which did nothing to calm my racing heart. Because I was, in fact, Heather Cole, were they going to force me into believing I was their relative or something? I looked at each of them in disbelief and spoke up despite my pounding heart. “Um, I don’t know what kind of misunderstanding this is,” I whispered. “But uh, it would be highly appreciated if you guys would let me go… home.”

After Channing heard this, his expression changed, and his hand suddenly loosened. Seeing the change on his face, Sydney secretly thought to herself how close it was. Fortunately, Gordon had told her that the real heiress had been in a car accident and had disappeared afterward. The real heiress might have been disabled or braindead after being involved in something so terrible. It was even possible that wild beasts had dragged her away and feasted on her. In short, the real heiress would never appear again. Sydney only needed to play the role well…

The hotel room smelled like lies. I had been sitting on the edge of the bed for forty-seven minutes. The wedding dress lay in a heap on the floor. White silk. Pearls. A costume for a bride who did not exist. I counted the minutes on the digital clock. Red numbers. The same red as my mother's nail polish in the photograph hidden in my suitcase. The contract waited on the bedside table. Four pages. Legal jargon. A marriage agreement between Victor Thorne's daughter and Rex Marchetti. I picked up the pen.

I was about to grab the report Casper had just thrown at me when I suddenly saw words floating above Jenny's head. [Finally, this is not the same old real versus fake heiress story. After the female lead goes back to her rich family, she is going to start a romance with the imposter son.] [Real heiress versus imposter son heir. I love this pairing choice.] I was so shocked I stumbled back, and the bullet comments on Jenny's head vanished. I rubbed my eyes, stepped forward again, and the comments reappeared. [So, this is the real heiress's unlucky little victim?]

I hope he rots in prison and I hope to never see his face ever again. He was nothing but a huge mistake. Matthew Bryant was my worst mistake, I wasted an entire year with the wrong guy. I loved the wrong guy, I gave him my entire heart thinking that he was the right person for me but he wasn't. He was a mistake and I can only hope that I will meet the right guy someday because I am so convinced that Matthew wasn't my soulmate. He wasn't my Mr. Right, he was the Mr. Wrong if that is even a thing. The end.

A few of the more nervous guests shuffled toward the exits, only to remember, with dawning horror, that the doors were blocked by men with broad shoulders and harder faces. At the centre of the storm, Bella steadied herself and straightened her dress with a forced composure that betrayed her inner tremor. She moved forward, clutching at the remnants of pride, and announced in a voice pitched for confrontation, “Hi, I’m Bella, the Reynolds family’s heiress, this year’s city top scorer, and fiancée to Mr. Collins.” The list of titles was supposed to act like armour, expected to make people defer. She stepped closer to William, expecting the crowd to tilt back toward her, to recognize power and

Wayne's desperate search for his wife had been all over the news, so when he mistook a stranger for Arden, everyone thought he had finally lost his mind. Even his closest friend, Dorian James, wondered if Wayne had gone mad. After all, the woman standing before them was the Henley family's heiress, and she didn't look like Arden at all. Sensing Vincent's rising temper, Dorian quickly tugged on Wayne's sleeve and whispered, "Wayne, you really are mistaken. She's the Henley heiress."