LOGINShe was meant to inherit an empire. Instead, she became a prisoner in her own home. Grace Wellington, a gifted piano prodigy and heiress to the Wellington fortune, has been missing from the public eye for nearly a decade. People say she’s living abroad in peace. But the truth was that she’s been locked away, hidden by her own stepfamily, slowly fading into silence as the world forgets her face. Her inheritance depends on one rule: marry by 26 and get 50% of her father’s estate. Have a child, and she gets 85%. But as her birthday nears, her stepmother and stepbrother conspire to steal her identity and fortune, using a beautiful stranger to play her role. But Grace isn’t the fragile girl they once controlled, not anymore. Now, she’s ready to reclaim her name, her life, and her voice. But the deeper she digs, the more dangerous everything becomes, especially when the man she loves is being seduced by an impostor.
View MoreGrace's POV I should have turned away, focused on the trays I was meant to carry or the tables I was meant to serve, but I couldn’t. I stood there, frozen in place, my eyes locked on him as he walked away with his mother.He didn’t even look back. But then, I was hopeful he might. That at the last moment, he’d turn, his eyes would find mine, and we’d both know, despite the years, despite the masks, despite the lies.Each step he took unraveled something inside me, something I thought I’d buried long ago. But the memories came anyway, flooding relentlessly.The way he had grabbed me just moments ago, his hand firm on my arm, almost desperate. The weight of his gaze, boring into mine as if he were searching for something, something familiar. My heart had pounded so loud in that moment that I was certain he’d heard it.“I miss you, Ernest,” I whispered under my breath, tasting the bitterness of my own longing. My teeth grazed my bottom lip, biting down to stop myself from saying more.I
Ernest's POV I stepped through the grand doors and was welcomed by the sound of laughter, chatter, and the clink of glasses. Mother had told me this would be a night to remember. Grace Wellington’s return ceremony.Just the thought of her name stirred something in my heart. I hadn’t seen her in years, but I’d been counting every single one, waiting for the day I could stand before her and say everything I’d been holding back. Tonight, I told myself, would be that fateful night.I had just rounded the corner toward the main hall when I heard two voices drifting out from a nearby pillar. Guards were supposed to be silent and alert. Instead, they were talking like gossiping washerwomen.''I’m telling you, she doesn’t belong here,” one muttered.“Keep your voice down,” the other muttered. “You want Mrs. Wellington to hear you?”“Do you think I care? All I know is, the young lady’s not the same since she came back. Something’s off. I saw her earlier; she didn’t even recognize me.''I pres
Grace's POV A servant hurried toward us, almost tripping over her own feet. She stopped in front of Oliver and bowed slightly, then spoke in a breathless rush. "Sir..." she began. ''There’s an important visitor here to see you.”Oliver’s brow furrowed. “And who might that be?” He asked.“Ernest Montgomery,” she replied.My heart sank, and I widened my eyes in disbelief. Ernest Montgomery, we’d met years ago, back when I was still in the orphanage home. He wasn’t a boy from the streets, he’d been visiting with a charity group, there to donate and speak with the children. But instead of offering polite words and walking away like the others, he’d stayed. He’d listened. He’d laughed at my silly jokes. For months after, we’d exchange quick letters through the orphanage director, until the day my father found me and took me away from that place.I hadn’t seen him since; I didn't even hear of him again, not until now. What was he doing here? Could he possibly be here for the celebration?
Grace’s POV "That's the only way, ma’am." Those were Lola’s last words before she walked out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I pressed my back against the wall, staring at the floor as her plan replayed in my head over and over. Disguising as a maid wasn’t the problem, but how can I hide my identity? Lola had suggested a mask to cover my nose and mouth, but would that be enough? I bit my lips and shook my head as I stared blankly at the wall. It's indeed risky, but I didn't have any other option. Days passed before I saw Lola again. When she finally returned, she only brought two things. Food in a flask and a folded maid’s uniform. My hands trembled as I took them. After eating, I put on the dress, and we sneaked out of the room quietly. “Ready?” Lola whispered, glancing toward the door. I nodded, and we moved through the corridor, careful with every step. “Where are we going?” I asked in curiosity, gazing at her. “To the servants’ quarters, of course. Shh.” S
Grace's POV I sat up slowly, and my lips quivered as I turned to her with a teary face. Lola is my personal maid, my best friend, and everything. If not for her, I would've been dead by now. But her kindness and loyalty keep me alive. However, for the past two weeks I haven't set my eyes on her, until now. ''Lola?'' I breathed and pulled her into her hug. "Ma'am." She responded, holding me tightly to herself. "I'm sorry I left you. It's been tough.'' She said between sobs, and I patted her back lightly. "I understand, but the good thing is that you're here now. I know I'm safe.'' I muttered, and she pulled away and stared directly at my face, pressing her lips together as she nodded her head."I brought you food," she said and glanced at the door before taking out a wrapped parcel from her dress and handing it over to me.Without wasting much time, I consumed the food like my life depended on it. Or maybe, it did. "Take it easy, ma'am." Lola said in panic, fearing that I might get
Grace's POV As soon as I woke up, I raised my head slowly and gazed at the still clock on the wall, a reminder of my misery. The clock had stopped ticking. For five years it's been like that, just like the way I am, stuck in a cold tiny room with nowhere to go, no one to talk to, and nothing to hope for.I heard the sound of the door creaking open. Slowly, I turned my head to see who it was, but it's difficult. My vision was blurry. All I could make out were legs moving toward me. The sound of footsteps echoing in my ears.I gripped my worn dress tightly, my hands trembling as memories flashed through my mind. The last time someone visited me, I was left in pain and with bruises all over my body.I held my breath and pressed my back against the wall as if it could protect me. Suddenly, the figure stopped right in front of me, and my stomach clenched. That's when I saw her face, but I didn't recognize her."Hi, Grace. It's been a while, hasn't it?'' I looked at her again, but no matt






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