When Technology Proves The Wronged Heiress Innocent Novels & Stories

“You’re not in my shoes, so you can’t know how I feel!” He didn’t flinch. He just looked at me… then slowly leaned back, folding his arms and crossing his legs, like I was some kind of show. That made it worse. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. “Everything you think you know about me is what the media or the public must have told you,” my voice trembled, and I hated that it did. I was trying so hard not to cry again. “The rich heiress who lost everything… the foolish wife who got cheated on and thrown away…”

"From the moment you charged over and pointed at my nose, calling me a fake socialite, I've been giving you chances. When you said I bought everything I was wearing with money scammed from men, I explained and gave you another chance. "When you said the watch on my wrist was a knockoff, I told you who I was one last time. That was a chance too. I told you many times that I am the heiress of the Vega family." My gaze turned increasingly colder. "But you never believed me. Instead, you humiliated and provoked me again and again. Marlene, what if it hadn't been me—the heiress of the Vega family, with power and status behind her—standing here today? "What if it had been just an ordinary woman, w

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.

It was only after Aries left that everyone went back to their seats and sighed in relief. Everyone came to a realization in an instant. Hold on! Was the girl not unconscious just now? Was she not foaming at the mouth and twitching? Was she not going to die? Why… Nobody was stupid. At this point, how could they not see the problem? Everyone noticed that they were deceived. Their sympathy was used! They pointed at the lady and scolded loudly. “What the heck? Are you using your own daughter to frame Sterling Technology? Darn it! I nearly believed you!”

"Henry, I'm really worried about Elise. She's been under a lot of stress. These claims, they don't make sense." "They make perfect sense!" I pull away when he tries to touch me. "And I can prove it." I lift my phone, showing the video of Alexander and Natasha in my office. A small crowd starts gathering, drawn by the tension. "Elise, stop this," my father warns. "You're causing a scene." "A scene?" I let out a cold laugh. "You haven't seen anything yet." Turning to the crowd, I raise my voice. "Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for interrupting, but as heiress of Blackwood Tech, I need to share something serious."

To secure the Brooks empire, their parents set two conditions for choosing the next heiress: Each daughter must present a business proposal strong enough to elevate the family business… And each must secure a fiancé from a reputable family to strengthen the Brooks name. For three months, Nina worked like her life depended on it—because it did. Sleepless nights, endless research, countless drawings. This was her chance to finally prove she belonged in the family. That she wasn’t just the adopted child. That she was worthy. But the chance had slipped through her fingers. Clara, her half-sister, had stolen her project. And now she stood there acting like a saint.

But her face was haggard, her eyes carrying the weight of terrible decisions already made. "Marten," she said, her voice careful. "Good. You found someone?" "This is Raina from the south side of town, Raina, this is Magistrate Corvin. She was helping oversee the town council before, and now she's... well, she's trying to help keep everyone together." Marten said. Corvin studied me with the same sharp intelligence I'd seen in Marten's gaze. "You're hurt," she said. "My arm, I think it is broken" I admitted.

"I knew it, I knew you could not afford any of this the minute you walked in. Yo are a thief." My mouth fell open. "What? No! I am not a thief! I have a card I just dropped it somewhere and if you could excuse me I could go find it!" I say with a hiss, deeply offended by her accusations. “You’re not going anywhere! You theif, you’re going to learn your lesson today and I will make sure of that” she says grabbing on my wrist. “Let go of me! Get your filthy hands off of me, how dare you accuse me when you have no proof?” I spat.

he asked. Livia stepped forward quickly. “Her friend posted it,” she said. “We checked the page. It’s real. He looked back at the phone. Another pause. “She didn’t contact anyone,” her stepmother added. “She just left.” Flash. That day. Elara standing in his office. Asking. Trying to speak. “You are not the heir.” His own voice. Cold. Dismissive. “Leave.” Back to now. His fingers tapped lightly against the table.

I wanted to ask him what he meant, but I realized it was better to let him speak without interrupting. “She said the three of you would finally get back everything that had been stolen from your family. He swallowed before continuing. “She told me the envelope contained important documents that would make that happen.” My mouth dropped open. “She… really said that?” He nodded. “Word for word.” “My mum was so eager to tell you so you and her could go to a lawyer and the police, expose the three families involved, and finally get your inheritance back.” “But…” I frowned. “I never saw any envelope. I didn’t even know it existed.”