Winning The Heir Who Bullied Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

But she did not get the heiress treatment because she was bullied by the Kelley family. The idea that she would need to submit to the people who bullied her and were stronger than her was instilled in her since she was a child. If she was a dog, she would wag her tail and beg. Once she had power and suddenly became rich, she would become like the people who used to bully her and bully others without restraint.

He props himself up on one shaky arm and raises his head, defiant, his thin blond hair matted flat to his scalp with sweat. “Your time will come, illegitimate heir,” he snarls. Art, Vaughn, and the other Hughes and Floyd males shuffle and straighten as if they’ve been called to arms. Illegitimate heir. Sounds like a term that’s been thrown around before. But as I’ve proven, and as no one could have doubted, Brody Hughes has no chance against me in an alpha challenge. “You should be heir because your dam was first born?” I spit between gasps. It isn’t a genuine question, but my brain seizes it. Mulls it.

And this time, she spoke a little awkwardly. "Yes, ma'am," Adit replied. "Get used to calling me Mom," Madam Sandra instructed, a little embarrassed. "Yes, mom," Aditya replied without thinking. For him, Mrs. Sandra is a woman he respects a lot, just like his mother, so whatever she tells him to do willingly. Moreover, he had received permission from his own biological mother, and although forced, the life as an heir that he never wanted he had to live today.

The heir looks at me as if I were his worst enemy, it is understandable, I feel the same way. — Then apologize to the little prince first, I heard you owe him some apologies. — Is she really not taking my side? So now I have to share my personal maid (and according to herself, my responsible adult) with the heir. Your Highness shows me his tongue contesting that he think like me. At least he is not crying anymore.

“When do we tell Harbor City you’re not just a nobody who married up?” “Six months. Dad’s planning a formal announcement.” “David’s going to lose his mind.” “He’ll finally realize he never knew me.” My phone buzzed again. Unknown number: You made a mistake leaving David. He’s mine and always will be. Stay away. Grace. I showed Sophie. She laughed. “Should we tell her you’re a billionaire heiress?” “No. Let her think she won.” I deleted it. “I’m done competing for a man who never chose me.”

After all, even though I had always been obedient and gentle, I had zero tolerance when it came to betrayal. “Yvonne, do you really understand?” I nodded, curling my lips into a bitter smile. “Zayn, we both have to think of the family. I understand you need an heir. After all, the Levine mafia empire is vast. Someone has to inherit it. “If you think it would be easier, you can bring Whitney home so that she’s cared for. That way, I’ll feel reassured too.” Joy spread across his face when I said those words. He let out a long sigh of relief.

Built like a monster who went to the gym and asked for “the shadow version of steroids.” It crawled out of his back like tar. I barely had time to breathe— It tackled me. HARD. I hit the ground so hard I saw stars doing backflips. “AH—!” I blasted light upward. Nothing. The wolf held me down like I weighed nothing. Its teeth scraped my shoulder. Pain shot everywhere. The Heir walked toward me like he was enjoying a stroll. “I told you. You cannot win.” “I’ll… prove… you wrong,” I hissed.

Though we weren't wealthy, I was happy. The Falkner family told me I was the real heir. I didn't want to be some rich heir. But my adoptive parents, with their traditional thinking, persuaded me to go back and be with my biological parents. Even Lydia said that education in the big city would be better for our future children. So I relented. But how ridiculous it all was. My parents, who pushed me to return, never truly cared for me. They always favored the fake heir, Xander. He ran the company as well. Mom and Dad even kicked me out of it.

He’d been finally going to kiss me… Instead, he’d whispered against my mouth, “You’ve bitten me now, Winner, so I guess you’ll have to wait and find out.” Now I looked at out over the grand feast, which had been put on just for me. I’d never had a party that’d been all mine before. In the Hamptons, I’d been the poor orphan relative of my cousins who’d been reluctantly invited along to the gatherings of the rich elites. I’d hated the sense of never being good enough. What did they know of my mansion and inheritance back in England or my powers? They had no clue who I truly was; I was just beginning to understand that more myself. I was the Wolve Winner, for whom three empires could be summone