All Chapters of His hidden heiress : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Some smiles hide jealousy… and some celebrations are just the beginning of your downfall.” The entire Voss mansion glowed like a dream. Lights shimmered across the walls, soft music filled the air, and the scent of expensive perfume and fresh roses lingered everywhere. It was the kind of night people talked about for weeks. Because tonight wasn’t just any night. It was Elara Voss’s birthday. Her twenty-sixth birthday. “Elara, smile more.” The voice came softly, but the meaning behind it was sharp. Elara turned slightly and saw her stepmother standing beside her, dressed in a deep green gown, her lips curved into a perfect smile that never reached her eyes. “Guests are watching,” she added quietly. “I am smiling,” Elara replied. “Not enough,” her stepmother said, eyes scanning her from head to toe. “For someone about to receive everything, you should look happier.” Elara paused. Receive everything. The words settled in her chest. For years, this had been what everyone s

“It’s not the enemy that destroys you… it’s the one who once said they loved you.” Elara didn’t know how long she had been walking. The music from the party had faded behind her, but the noise in her head only got louder. Not the heir. Not your concern. Leave the office. Each word echoed like a cruel reminder. She stopped by the garden hallway, gripping the edge of a table to steady herself. Her chest felt tight. Heavy. Like she couldn’t breathe properly. “Elara?” That voice Her heart skipped. She turned quickly. “Ryan…” For a second, relief flashed across her face. Finally. Someone on her side. Ryan walked toward her, dressed in a neat black suit, his usual confident smile on his face. He looked her up and down, then smirked slightly. “Where’s my heiress?” he said playfully. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” The word hit differently now. Heiress. Elara forced a small smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Ryan, I” “Oh, you didn’t hear?” another voice c

“Sometimes, the person you walk away from… is the one you were never meant to miss.” The next morning felt unreal. Like everything from last night had been a bad dream. But it wasn’t. Elara stood in front of the mirror in her hotel room, staring at herself. Same face. Same eyes. But everything else? Different. Gone was the soft, quiet girl who waited to be chosen. What stood there now… Was someone new. Someone done with everything. “I’m not Elara Voss anymore,” she said quietly. The name felt heavy now. Like a past she didn’t want. She picked up her phone and made a call. “I need a name change. Legal. Fast,” she said, her voice calm, steady. There was a pause on the other end. “It can be arranged.” “Good.” She ended the call without hesitation. Next Flight booking. Destination? Anywhere but here. Anywhere they couldn’t reach her. Her fingers hovered over the screen for a second… Then she picked a place. New city. New life. No connections. Perfect. “Done,

“He had everything under control… until a stranger walked in and stayed in his mind.” The Hawthorne estate was nothing short of perfection. Tall gates. Endless gardens. The lights were glowing as the place had never slept. As Kael’s car pulled in, the guards immediately stepped aside. “Welcome back, sir.” Kael didn’t respond. His gaze was distant. Unfocused. Which was rare. Very rare. Inside, the house was already alive. Staff moving around. Soft music is playing. And in the center of it all His family. “Kael!” His mother walked toward him with a bright smile, arms open. “You’re finally back.” Kael allowed a brief hug, then stepped back. “How was the flight?” she asked, studying his face. “It was fine,” he replied. “Just fine?” she teased. “You were gone for days.” Kael adjusted his sleeve slightly. “Work.” Always work. His mother sighed lightly. “You need to rest sometimes, Kael.” “I’m fine.” Before she could say anything else Another voice joined in. “

One year didn’t just pass. It changed everything. When she first arrived in Paris, she had nothing planned. No company. No connections. No one is waiting for her. Just a small hotel room and a decision she refused to take back. The first few weeks were not easy. She had money, yes but not enough to waste. So she moved out of the hotel and rented a small apartment. Nothing fancy. Just enough space to think. To breathe. To start. Every morning, she woke up early. Not because she had to But because she couldn’t afford to. She spent hours reading, researching, studying markets, trends, and companies. Anything that could give her an advantage. She didn’t rush. She watched. She learned. And slowly… she began to understand how everything worked. At first, no one took her seriously. A young woman, new in the city, with no known background. People dismissed her quickly. Some didn’t even let her finish talking. But she didn’t argue. Didn’t beg. She just left… And c