The Hidden Heiress Returns
After giving up everything just to be with him, leaving her wealthy lifestyle and identity just to make sure he was comfortable, she becomes a housewife just to serve him better but was repaid back with a betrayal.
As long as he is happy, she is willing to die for him. She asks for nothing, but his love. But what does she get in return? A divorce paper thrown on her face, along with 1million just as payment as being a substitute to him. All these things she does out of love, all the sacrifices she makes, in the end all look 'cheap' in his eye.
But that wasn't the end, he looked down on her because she was poor but she wasn't just poor, she is the daughter of the most influential family is back online and about to shine!
She accepted the arranged marriage her family set up for her after returning, She'll make them pay, make them cry and make them regret it as hell!
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Chapter 1
Hailey’s POV
My body ached as I stepped into the mansion, heaving with relief after a long stressful day at the groceries store.
I plunged myself into the couch, yawning out in exhaustion. Instinctively, I glanced at my wrist watch and sighed softly before closing my eyes to take a little nap.
It was just 5pm and I had a lot of time to rest for making dinner for Tyler and I. meanwhile, my mind raced with lots of thoughts as my face flickered with emotions at each thought. I stood up and strode to the kitchen with the groceries in my hands and started slicing the veggies and preparing the meals.
For years, I had hidden my true identity from the world and even my husband, - Tyler. I even went ahead to defy my grandfather’s orders and marry Tyler. I chose him and stood by him all these years, supporting him from behind the scenes.
And finally, Tyler’s company has been fully established and I planned this little celebratory dinner for us before the main event.
A smirk crept onto my face as I blushed when I revealed my true identity before the whole world; not as, the housewife but as Hailey Norway, the only daughter and heiress of the Norway’s family.
I could now stand beside my husband as a worthy business partner without scrutiny nor façade.
“Grandpa, I proved you wrong this time” I murmured softly to myself, my face beaming brightly with a smile.
Just as I placed the last set of dishes on the dining table, the doorbell rang.
Eagerly, I took of the apron and went for the door.
“Take this to the kitchen” I said to the maid as walked past her briskly to the main entrance.
“Who are you?” I asked, my eyes scanning the young lady that brushed past me rudely into the living room without a word.
The woman swayed her hips as she walked to the dining table and poured a glass of wine for herself. Her short black dress with showed a good portion of her cleavage looked seductive especially with the way she gulped down the wine.
She brought out her phone sent a message to someone before walking up to me.
“This is really good Hailey” she said, brushing her hands on my face before shoving me aside and plunged herself into the couch in the living room.
I stood there staring into the space confused at the attitude of this stranger in my home.
Just before I could react, the doorbell rang and Tyler walked in. I brushed over the weird feelings that the stranger had given to me and went to welcome Tyler but he walked past me coldly and went straight to her.
I watched from the side how my husband wrapping his arms round her waist and giving her a passionate kiss in my presence.
My eyes got misty as I realized what was happening. Two years of marriage and I have always been wishing for such affection from Tyler but it never happened.
Before me, Tyler showed a side of him I have never seen- His eyes were soft, passionate, caring and even smiling effortlessly.
“Ty…. ler” my voice quivered as I called him.
“Sign the divorce Hailey” he caught me off abruptly as he tossed the documents to my face without glancing at me.
My chest tightened as I stared blankly at the divorce papers lying before me. I rushed over to Tyler, fell on my knees and begged him profusely but he shoved me away like some trash.
“My company is public now and you’re not fit to be my wife” he said coldly as I flinched in fear.
“It couldn’t be that my grandfather was right” I swallowed hard, refusing to believe it.
The words cut through my heart as I murmured, “what did you say?” stunned at his coldness.
Memories from our first meeting flashed through my head- him saving me from assassins, him not knowing my true identity. I had trusted him, loved him and supported him all the way and now, this betrayal…
A pang tucked at my heart as their cruel laughter pierced through my heart. My legs trembled as I stared at Tyler in regrets.
“You’re really dumb!” Lillian’s sharp voice echoed in the living room as she mocked.
“You’re showcasing a fake ring in her fingers; probably around ten bucks, like you won a trophy”. She jeered, sticking out her tongue beside Tyler.
I had suspected that the ring had probably not cost much. But, fake?
Tyler had convinced me that he used hid last savings to get me the ring before starting up the company and I was too blinded to see his façade.
My breath increases, my lips stiffened. All the late nights, the cold shoulders, the lies weren’t mistakes-they were my reality.
“This is Lillian, my first love, my soon-to-be wife and the only woman worthy of bearing Mrs. Fernando and not an old hag like you juggling as a delivery girl while living in the fantasy world of her own pretending to be what you are not!” he spat out.
Those words struck me hard, my visions blurred with tears as it streamed down my cheeks while they had smug grins plastered on their faces.
The only regret I felt now was towards my family. I had lost connection with my family because of Tyler and I resented him for that. I had thought he was worth it but he wasn’t, - he wasn’t even worthy of knowing me.
My eyes caught the divorce papers lying scattered on the floor; it was a glimpse of hope for me.
My wiped off the tears off my face as I stood before the couples glaring at them fixedly.
“I agree, I am not worthy of being your wife” I spat out with a smug as I walked swiftly and picked the papers up.
My eyes scanned though the papers reading the terms swiftly…...And then…
My chest kept thumping against its ribcage, my body stiffened and my eyes were popping out of its sockets.
“One million….to substitute as a scapegoat…and be sent to prison” I exclaimed, my voice quivering as I stammered.
I blinked, staring at the clauses, my hands trembling as I kept staring blankly at the papers.
“This wasn’t a divorce!”
“It was a trap!”
“And I had walked right into it!
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7.2
Five years ago, I, Claire Parker, ran away for love with Daniel Carter, the broke boy everyone looked down on. But on the very day we were supposed to leave together, he abandoned me.
Overnight, I became the laughingstock of the entire city and was forced into a marriage alliance with a terminally ill man, Ryan Cooper.
Five years later, my husband died, the marriage arrangement fell apart, and the Cooper family threw me out without a shred of mercy.
Meanwhile, Daniel, the man everyone once sneered at, returned home in glory and became the hottest rising name in the business world.
And somehow, he ended up becoming my boss.
I wanted nothing to do with him, yet he kept closing in on me, cornering me with sarcasm sharp enough to draw blood.
Then one day, Daniel caught me on a date with another man.
His eyes reddened instantly as he pinned me against the wall. "Claire... are you abandoning me again?"
9.7
I stood in the pouring rain at my father-in-law's funeral, the heels of my black pumps sinking into the mud. I was Mrs. Vargas, the wife of New York's most powerful billionaire, yet I was standing at the edge of the crowd like a forgotten statue.
Ten feet away, under the dry shelter of the family tent, my husband Hayes held another woman against his chest. It wasn't me he was whispering comfort to; it was Felicity, his late brother's widow and childhood sweetheart.
The humiliation didn't end at the cemetery. Hayes moved Felicity and her son into our home, relegating me to the guest wing while she took over the primary suites. He watched silently as her son smashed the only photograph of my deceased parents, then demanded I apologize for "scaring" the boy with my reaction. When Felicity's negligence ruined a twelve-million-dollar family heirloom, Hayes had the audacity to ask me to use my own savings to buy her a "consolation" engagement ring. He treated me like a parasite, never realizing I was a brilliant scientist with a hidden fortune and three patents to my name.
I realized then that our three-year marriage was a hollow farce. Hayes had never even touched me, claiming he wanted to "remain pure" for his memory of Felicity. I was nothing more than a business merger, a smudge on the lens of the perfect family portrait he was building with another man's widow.
The breaking point came during a lethal blizzard. Hayes promised to accompany me to my family's mandatory gala-a tradition where my absence meant a death sentence. But at the last second, he stood me up to stay home and tend to Felicity's stubbed toe. Left alone to face the wrath of the Santos Matriarch, I was forced to kneel in the freezing snow as punishment until my lungs began to fail and my vision blurred.
Just as the darkness started to take me, a black Maybach smashed through the iron gates. My exiled brother, the man the world calls "The Wolf," stepped out of the storm to reclaim what Hayes had discarded. Hayes thought I was a helpless doll who couldn't survive a day without his trust fund, but he's about to find out what happens when you let a Santos daughter freeze.
9.0
Framed for corporate spying, Liana Bennett was arrested and murdered in a prison cell.
Now she wakes in her old life, exactly one month before the set up.
She has one month to identify the traitor inside her company who orchestrated her death before they do it again. The enemy is already watching, already moving.
Every change she makes to rewrite comes at a price: a core memory erased. One wrong step, and she loses the very truth she needs to survive.
Then there's Raphael Blackthorne, The ruthless CEO of her rival company, the man she spent a reckless night with, and now the person offering her flowers, dinners, and sincerity.
Liana has a plan.
She can't afford the distraction.
But as her memories unravel and the enemy closes in, she faces the truth she can't outrun: to survive, she may have to become someone who no longer remembers why she fought at all.
9.6
I was the devoted PR manager and secret girlfriend of A-list actor Vance Sterling for three years.
Just minutes after he promised me a romantic dinner, I caught him sleeping with a wealthy Los Angeles socialite.
When I confronted him, he didn't apologize. Instead, he mocked my status, froze my bank accounts, and left me completely homeless on the rainy streets of the city.
Blacklisted in Hollywood and utterly destitute, I ended up having a reckless, revenge-fueled one-night stand with the socialite's ruthless billionaire fiancé, Jory Elliott.
But my nightmare had just begun. My younger brother accrued a half-million-dollar gambling debt with a brutal cartel, and they threatened to chop off his fingers.
Jory stepped in and paid the ransom, only for my brother to beg the billionaire for more gambling money, calling me a selfish bitch for not milking him dry.
Then, Jory threw a marriage agreement at my face.
"Act as my devoted wife for two years, and I will wipe the debt and give you ten million dollars."
I gave my youth to an actor who discarded me like trash, and my own flesh and blood only saw me as a walking ATM.
Did these powerful men really think my dignity was just another corporate asset to be bought and traded?
I looked into the cold, calculating eyes of the billionaire who thought he owned me.
I threw the contract right at his chest and stepped out of his Maybach into the freezing rain.
I would rather rot in the gutter than be a pet bought with a checkbook.
8.2
My son Leo had just died, and the silence in our cramped apartment felt like a physical weight crushing my chest.
Before I could even process the grief, my husband, Preston, kicked the door open and threw divorce papers onto the table.
Behind him stood Gloria, wearing a pristine cashmere coat and the diamond pendant Preston swore he had pawned to pay for Leo's hospital bills.
"Sign it," Preston said coldly. "You get nothing."
Gloria smirked, mocking me for failing to keep my sick child alive. When I tore up the papers in a blinding rage, Preston slapped me to the floor.
Then, my biological mother, Jerilyn, walked in. Instead of helping me, she pulled a serrated kitchen knife from her bag and plunged it deep into my stomach.
As I lay dying in a pool of my own blood, Jerilyn leaned in and whispered the devastating truth.
"I swapped you in the nursery. Gloria is my blood, and you belong in a Manhattan mansion. I can't let you ruin her life."
Until my lungs stopped working, I was consumed by a roaring, violent hatred. My own mother had traded my life of privilege for poverty, let my son die, and then murdered me to protect the fake.
Opening my eyes again, the dingy ceiling and the agonizing pain were gone.
I was sitting at a wooden desk, surrounded by the chatter of teenagers.
I was back in high school. And this time, I was going to make them pay.
7.4
For nine years, Arianna was the loyal girlfriend and lead engineer who built Gregory's tech company from the ground up.
But coming home early from a business trip, she overheard him laughing with his friends about how he would never marry her.
"Arianna is useful. She's convenient for my physical needs. That's all it is."
He was just using her while waiting for his untouchable stepsister to get a divorce.
The betrayal didn't stop there. Days later, she caught him buying Cartier diamonds for a twenty-two-year-old intern.
When she secretly checked his phone that night, the truth was even uglier. Gregory wasn't just cheating; he was plotting corporate sabotage. He planned to steal the proprietary code she had poured her life into, kick her out of the company without a dime, and hand her executive title to his mistress.
Nine years of blind devotion and endless sacrifices were nothing but a cruel, calculated joke. She had excused his emotional distance for years, never realizing he was intentionally draining her dry while keeping his soul loyal to another woman.
But instead of breaking down, the weak, devoted Arianna died in the dark. She quietly locked her core engine code in a biometric safe, hired an elite private investigator, and put on her sharpest suit. It was time to burn his empire to the ground.