When Technology Proves The Wronged Heiress Innocent Novels & Stories

“You cannot.” Her words hit harder than intended. “I can,” I said. “Because that’s all we’ve been since this started—ashes learning to stand.” *** We left the estate at dusk. Luca drove while I monitored headlines flashing on the car’s heads‑up display. “Blackwood Collapse Spreads: Digital Heist Exposes New Scandal.” “Sources point to Geneva Foundation as origin of stolen tech data.” Charlotte didn’t need evidence; she had timing. By the time truth arrived, she would’ve already sold the lie.

Julia was a whirlwind of humiliation and fury, her eyes bloodshot. She was the beloved Rearden heiress, the entertainment world's violin prodigy, and Walter's untouchable angel. She could not possibly degrade herself by engaging with such a coarse woman from the sticks. She must not lose her composure in front of Walter. With a pitiful gaze, she turned to him, "I'm so sorry, Walt. I shouldn't have come today." At least she knew Walter was on her side. She would let Evangeline carry on with her vulgarity. After all, Walter despised that sort of woman above all else.

He scanned it, then passed a tablet to Jamie. "See for yourself." Jamie accepted it. From the screen came a woman's shrill voice. "You've got it all wrong. Your 'goddess' Victoria is the one who was born of a mistress! She's the illegitimate daughter. A counterfeit dares to flaunt herself before the true heiress? Where's her shame?" Jamie's handsome face darkened, his expression twisting into something razor-sharp and deadly. "Who is she? Is she the one spreading this filth about Sharon?"

cast out. The real culprit was found within the hour, the duplicate silver silk hidden beneath the floorboards of the servants' quarters. The girl confessed, weeping that Victoria’s cruelty had driven her to it. When word came that Victoria had woken and, in a rare moment of clarity or fear, declined to press the issue, the Enforcers retreated. Avery was cleared, her reputation restored, though the air remained thick with the scent of unpunished treason. She approached Klein, watching the mask of regret slide back over his face.

“That’s not what happened. If what you say is true, if the will was falsified, then why all the conditions? Why come and live with us, why not take it all in a heartbeat?” Maria narrows her eyes at me, looking victorious, like she knows all the secrets of the world. “Why not? They needed time to pin it all on you, didn’t they? To make you look like the villain right when you let your guard down the second you invited her in your bed. And with you gone, she becomes the only heir to the riches.” “And give them all to someone else?” “Just think about it. Who in their right mind travel half the world on a promise of an inheritance that might not even exist?”

“Sentiment is for the weak, Lucas. Control is everything. You take what you deserve, and you make the world see it your way.” “I hope you’re happy,” I said, tracing the engraved letters of his name. “I’m close. So close to achieving everything you wanted. I need your prayers, or whatever it is you’ve got up there. After all, you said prayers are for weaklings.” I let out a short, frustrated breath. “They won. The court case. They managed to vindicate her father. Cleaned up the old man’s name.” A hot spike of anger shot through me. That should have been my leverage. That scandal should have been the wedge to finally break Alexander's perfect life and reputation.

Just right before the judge would give the sentence, the door was opened and one of the staff entered the court room and approached the judge. The man whispered something in the judge’s ear and the judge nodded approvingly. "What's going on?" Layla asked her lawyer who was equally as confused as she was. Not long after, the staff placed a USB drive on a computer and connected it to the projector inside the court room. Then suddenly, a video started playing. “I killed someone.” On the projector, everyone could see a scenario between Layla and David that happened in her apartment some time ago. Layla who saw it immediately stood up, her heart almost stopped beating. She couldn't stand to have

As her words sank in, their faces all turned deathly pale in an instant. Dallas looked panicked, but he still tried to maintain his composure as he assured Olivia, "N-No way. If she were really the Tanner family's heiress, how could I date her for three years without noticing anything? She must have called someone earlier to hire a bunch of actors to put on this show!" Even at such a time, he was still in denial. Honestly, his nerve was impressive. The Tanner family was ridiculously wealthy, which inevitably attracted envy and resentment. We had a strict family rule where no heir could reveal their identity before a formal engagement.

CHLOE WHEN IT COMES TO THE GAME OF PRETEND, I AM THE QUEEN. I sat in front of the vanity, smoothing a final coat of gloss onto my lips. My reflection stared back at me, flawless, but my mind was far from calm. Today was crucial. The interview was my chance to turn the tide, to make sure I came out of this mess on top. The court case with Nolan was looming, and I needed the public on my side. If I could convince them that I was the victim, the wronged wife who had only ever loved too deeply, it would be so much easier to sway the judge, the jury—everyone. I wasn’t just fighting Nolan in court; I was fighting him in the court of public opinion, too. And I had to win.

I was smiling when I left Azrael’s building. Even after all that — the unsettling opulence, his cryptic smirk, and the way his words coiled around me like chains made of silk — I was smiling. Because I had done it. I had the money. I could finally pay Heather back. I could finally unshackle Theo from her control. Even if I have sold my soul to the devil, it was all worth it if it would mean that I would help Theo.