All Chapters of The Heiress No One Wanted: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

52 Chapters

Ch1 - Give me back

Rosalie's POV“YOU shameless bitch! You stole my husband!”I stared at Vanessa, who had just barged into my place and started making a scene. For a second, I honestly didn’t even know how to react.She snapped. “You’ve only been married a month. You two barely even met—just saw each other once when you signed the papers. There’s no way he remembers what you look like. So give me back the spot that was supposed to be mine!”That finally snapped me out of it. “You’re the one who refused to marry Lucian in the first place because his leg was messed up. You cried and begged Mom to get you out of it. You even threatened me until I agreed to marry him for you.”“And now you’re changing your mind?”Vanessa’s face turned bright red. She jabbed a finger at me. “Don’t play word games with me! Lucian’s leg was already healed—you knew that and didn’t say shit. Isn’t that basically stealing my husband?”Stealing?That word almost made me laugh. The irony was unbelievable.Who exactly stole from wh

Ch2 - Sensible daughter

Rosalie's POV“What?” Vanessa asked impatiently.“You’re coming to the hospital with me.”“You’re going to visit your biological mother.”Vanessa’s face twisted with disgust immediately. “WHY the hell should I?”“It’s a small thing. Shouldn’t be hard for you.”The image of Diane lying weakly in that hospital bed a few days ago flashed through my mind, and my chest tightened. She’d treated me like her own daughter for over twenty years. Raised me by herself, worked multiple jobs, ran her health straight into the ground just to keep us afloat.Ever since the families found out the babies had been switched, she’d only seen Vanessa once—just once, briefly. Lying in that hospital bed, weak and pale, she kept murmuring Vanessa’s name over and over.Every time I told Vanessa Diane wanted to see her, she’d either say she was too busy or claim she wasn’t ready yet. In the past year, she hadn’t agreed even once.Diane’s only wish was to see Vanessa one more time before going into surgery.I jus

Ch3 - Meet him

Rosalie's POVThe doctor frowned as he looked at my wrist, his voice sharp. “Another inch deeper and you might’ve cut a major artery.”He even asked if this was a case of domestic violence. I shook my head and told him I’d just fallen by accident.I lowered my head and lightly touched the bandage he’d just wrapped. Thick layers of gauze covered my entire palm all the way down to my wrist. Only the tips of a few fingers were sticking out, and even those could barely move.After I left the treatment room, the housekeeper from home—Mrs. Moss—arrived. She looked shocked when she saw my hand, but she didn’t say anything. She simply took the medical bill from me and went to pay it.I sat down on a row of chairs in the hallway. People passed by constantly, but the person I kept hoping to see never showed up.My mom had said she’d come find me.But deep down… I knew she probably wouldn’t.I understood something, though. It wasn’t that my parents didn’t want to accept me as their biological da

Ch4 - I will leave

Rosalie's POVRight after Vanessa hung up, my phone rang again.This time it was my mom, Helen. Her voice sounded worried. “How did you just happen to run into Lucian like that? Do you know why he came back so suddenly? Did you know beforehand?”“No,” I said. “I didn’t.”She sighed. “Just… come home for a bit.”“Okay, Mom.”I didn’t even wait for my stuff to finish being unpacked. I left the apartment and grabbed a cab back home.The moment my mom saw me, she looked stressed out. “Alright, tell me what happened.”So I told her everything—how I ran into Lucian at the hospital, step by step.Only then did she notice my injured right hand. She carefully lifted it, her face tightening. “Oh my God… why is the bandage so thick? How deep is this cut? Does it hurt?”The concern in her voice warmed something inside me. I couldn’t help acting a little spoiled for a moment. “Yeah… it kinda hurts.”“Nessa really went too far this time.” Helen kept frowning.Just then Mrs. Moss stepped forward and

Ch5 - Warning

Rosalie's POVThe second floor felt completely different from downstairs.The bright, open vibe was gone. Most of the windows were covered, and even with the lights on, the whole place felt dark… almost creepy.Lucian was sitting in a leather armchair in the center, legs crossed, casually wiping down something long in his hands. The metal caught the overhead light—and my heart dropped.A gun.He didn’t ask me to sit. Just flicked his gaze toward me lazily.That one look was enough to send a chill straight down my spine.“I don’t think you understand why we arranged this marriage,” he said. “I don’t appreciate your attitude. I hope you actually read that agreement before marrying in.”“What… agreement?”His hand paused mid-motion. He looked up at me. “Don’t tell me you know nothing about it.”I’d been shoved into this marriage last minute. All my mother told me was that Lucian hated people bringing up his dead parents. That was it. No one told me anything else.Now, standing in front o

Ch6 - Cut ties

Rosalie's POVI waited up in the living room till late, figured Lucian would come back to quiz me on whether I'd memorized everything —but he never showed.Mrs. Ford came over. “Mr. Ravenscroft sometimes comes back late because of business dinners. Would you like me to let him know you’re waiting?”I switched off my tablet. “No, It’s nothing urgent.”She gestured for me to follow her into the walk-in closet. “You’ll be meeting Mr Ravenscroft’s grandparents tomorrow. Let me pick out something for you.”Somehow the closet had filled up without me noticing — racks and racks of clothes. Everything I'd brought with me maybe made up a tenth of it. The rest was new, all sorted neatly by color and type.Proper tweed suits, elegant floor-length skirts, long-sleeve and short-sleeve options, a whole row of coats — leather, fur-trimmed, cashmere. And then an entire section of shoes and bags, with a glass display case in the center island showing off earrings, necklaces, all kinds of accessories.

Ch7 - His families

The call ended, but I couldn't shake the feeling for a long time.I forced myself to keep it together and walked back into the ward, past the other beds, all of them occupied by patients who were in bad shape — one foot in the grave.The Whitmores had said they'd take care of the arrangements for Diane, but "taking care of it" just meant moving her from an eight-person room to a four-person one."My family said they're working on finding a liver match for you as soon as possible." I reached out and took Diane's hand. "Don't worry, I'm sure we'll hear something soon."A faint smile crossed Diane's pale face. "Okay."It hurt. I kept it down.Diane didn't push for more. She just reached up and stroked my hair gently. "Didn't you say Vanessa was gonna come visit me?"My heart sank. "Oh, yeah — she really wanted to, but something came up at work. She'll come as soon as she's free."Another white lie. I'd lost count of how many I'd told by now.Diane's eyes lit up. "She's such a hardworking

Ch8 - Newlyweds

Rosalie's POVI'd said everything according to Lucian's script and done my best to make our interactions feel natural — but we weren't actually a couple, and on top of that, this was only the third day we'd ever spent in the same space since the wedding. No matter how well you fake it, some things just don't hold up next to the real thing.I didn't even notice I'd been gripping the hem of my skirt with both hands the entire time, white-knuckling it in my lap. My head was already filling up with worst-case scenarios. Especially what my mother had said on the phone earlier, playing on a loop."I’m learning from you right now, aren’t I?" Lucian said suddenly, breaking the silence.At the same time, he reached over and took my hand. The warmth hit the back of my hand and I nearly jumped out of my seat — but his palm closed firmly around mine and settled it flat on the table."Grandpa, don't you think you're being a little hard on a couple of newlyweds?" he added.And unless I was hearing

Ch9 - You are lucky

Rosalie's POV"Give it back." I couldn't keep the urgency out of my voice.Vanessa completely ignored me, turning it over in her fingers. "Wait — is this the card? Oh my god, there's actually a diamond in the middle. This is the kind of thing even our family can't apply for — banks hand these out by private invitation only. There are supposedly fewer than a hundred people in the world who have one.""You just took something out of my wallet. That's not okay."She scoffed. "It's not even yours. Lucian's name is on it, not yours.""Which is exactly why you should give it back.""I already gave you a perfectly good husband," Vanessa said loudly — loud enough for the whole store to hear. "What's one little card compared to that?"A dozen pairs of eyes landed on me like pins. Nobody said a word — not because Vanessa and I were both VIP clients, but because everyone in that room knew better than to get between Vanessa and whatever she'd decided to do.I caught myself digging my nails into

Ch10 - All the attention

Rosalie's POVIt was always like this. Whenever I brought up something that was bothering me, my mother would reach back and pull out something I'd once said I wanted — dangle it in front of me like that would fix everything. Like it was enough to shut me up.She'd probably learned it from dealing with Vanessa. Whenever Vanessa threw a fit, she'd buy her something she'd had her eye on, and Vanessa would settle down. Maybe she figured I worked the same way. That this was just me being difficult.By the time I looked up, Helen had already drifted off and was holding dresses up against herself, figuring out what to wear to tomorrow's dinner. She didn't come back down until it was time to eat — and by then, my father had come home too.He walked in smiling, and the moment he saw me, it froze. "Oh — you're here.""Dad." I said it quietly.He nodded, then glanced around the room like he was looking for something."Where's Vanessa? Out again?" he asked Helen."Dinner with friends, I think."

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