When Technology Proves The Wronged Heiress Innocent Novels & Stories

I’m nosy sue me. “You were supposed to sleep with Shane Ryder not Percival Black! Why are you so stupid Clare”a woman’s voice rings out and from what she is saying I realize it belongs to Clare Haistings mother, Iris Haistings, “Mother I don’t know what happened. Shane Ryder was not in the room he was supposed to be in that’s not my fault but Arias. She was supposed to get him there and she didn’t!” There’s a loud screech then she’s says “I’m going to kill that bitch right after I kill her mother”

“Together. For once, we don’t run. We stand. And we protect what’s ours.” Her eyes met mine, and something shifted their resolve threading through the fear. She gave a small, fierce nod. But the fragile peace broke when Sonia’s phone buzzed on the bar. She picked it up, eyes searching the screen, and her face went pale. “What is it?” I asked. She turned the phone toward me. The title glared in big letters: “SONIA VALENTITHE FALLEN HEIRESS: HOW ONE WOMAN LOST HER EMPIRE TO A CRIMINAL’S HANDS.”

Before I could linger in that feeling, someone burst into the room and shattered the moment. The giant screen behind the stage flickered to life. Footage from the orphanage began to play. “I’m the real Bailey heiress! She’s nothing but a scheming fake!” Cassie strode into the venue with her chin held high. The desperation from earlier had vanished. She thought that showing my shameful side to everyone would grant her heiress position back. Unfortunately for her, the staff answered to Ann. The USB drive had been swapped, and the video playing on the screen starred none other than Cassie herself.

I removed her hands from my jacket and looked into her eyeballs feigning annoyance. “Don’t you understand all I had said at the night of the party enough or you are just proving to be adamant?” “Leonard, are you just going to dispose of me just like that” she scoffed. ”You just treat me like this. Do you know I had to leave one of my modeling deal I had gotten in London just to come back for you.” she continued. “Why are you playing the victim out of a sudden? Did you not just date me only for my money and then leave me later on after using me.”

"I do know that you’re a coward who uses children as leverage. That tells me everything I need to know." Victor’s smile didn’t waver, but there was something dark in his eyes. "This isn’t over, Scarlett. You’ve just made the biggest mistake of your life." I could feel adrenaline surge through my veins as I stepped forward. "You don’t scare us, Delacroix. And if you come near her again, you’ll regret it." "Oh, Adrian. You still don’t get it, do you?" His gaze flickered to Eloise, and something in his expression made my stomach drop. "She isn’t Damian’s child. She never was."

The time for stealth was now, for any misstep could trigger a chain reaction that would lead to our downfall. Finally, we reached the heart of Isabella's operation—a room filled with screens, blinking lights, and the hum of technology. It was here that her intricate web of corruption unfolded, where she manipulated lives and orchestrated chaos. But we were determined to bring it crashing down. Nathaniel took charge, his expertise in technology guiding our actions. With nimble fingers dancing across the keyboard, he hacked into Isabella's system, uncovering a trove of incriminating evidence. Documents, videos, and recordings revealed the extent of her crimes, each piece of data adding another

I whispered, a single, hot tear finally escaping and hitting the back of my hand. "Mommy is so sorry." I sat on the edge of the bed and turned on the small, ancient television set. I kept the volume on mute, the blue light of the screen the only thing illuminating the shadows of the room. My face was everywhere. “LAURENT HEIRESS VANISHES AFTER KNIGHT SCANDAL.” “ADRIAN KNIGHT SEEN LEAVING PENTHOUSE AMIDST AFFAIR RUMORS.” “WHERE IS THE KNIGHT HEIR?”

That man I had once loved and thought was out of my league was no longer even worth the spit on the ground. As expected, the judge ruled against them. "This is impossible! It has to be fake!" After hearing the verdict, Margaret screamed like a madwoman, pointing at the judge and yelling, "You corrupt judge! Did you take the Carter family's money? I'm going to report you and ruin your reputation!" The judge glanced at her coldly, his sharp gaze cutting through her, causing Margaret to shut her mouth in fear. Outside the courtroom, Claire glared at me, gritting her teeth. "Serena Carter, you're ruthless!

Whispers rippled through the pews. “What?” I blinked, stunned. “What the hell are you talking about?” “That gold Cartier was mine! I saw it in her drawer before she left the house. She’s a thief!” My fists clenched. “Are you seriously doing this now?” “She’s disgracing us in front of everyone,” Olivia shrieked. “Even now, dressed like a queen—she’s still a criminal.” Before I could respond, Theo slapped me so hard I stumbled back. The crowd gasped. Ifroze, holding her cheek with wide, stunned eyes.

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!"