All Chapters of The Forgotten Heiress Returns: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The hotel room door swung open.Three armed men stormed inside with their guns raised, their eyes sweeping across the room with deadly urgency. For a brief moment, Amber's entire body locked up. Her pulse thundered in her ears as she stared at the weapons pointed in her direction.Oliver remained on top of her beneath the blanket, his body tense as steel. She could feel the heat radiating from him despite the blood soaking through his clothes. One wrong move from either of them and the room would become a battlefield.The men stared at the two in bed.Amber stared back.Then anger exploded inside her.She had spent the last several minutes being threatened, nearly killed, and forced into the most ridiculous situation of her life. Fear was still clawing at her chest, but somehow outrage won."Hey!" Amber thundered instantly, jerking up slightly as she turned to the door, furious. "Who the hell are you? Get out!"The effect was immediate.The armed men froze.The leader's expression sh

But before their eyes could meet, two men moving in a large portrait into the house blocked the sight.The portrait was enormous, nearly as tall as the men carrying it. The servants struggled to maneuver it through the wide entrance while another servant guided them from the front, warning them not to scrape the expensive frame against the marble walls. For seconds longer, the portrait completely blocked the line of sight between Amber and the man walking across the courtyard. Amber continued walking. So did Oliver. Neither realized how close they had come to recognizing each other. The moment passed as naturally as it came. Marian and Zoe remained completely unaware. The three women continued deeper into the Winchester mansion, their footsteps echoing softly against the polished marble floor. Amber found herself taking in every detail around her. The place was magnificent beyond anything she had imagined. Massive crystal chandeliers hung from ceilings that seemed to stretch

"Kept this letter and all the others like it." Amber said with a smirking smile. "My mom said that when I met my future mother-in-law, they'd be the perfect gift."Elizabeth's hand trembled as she took the small stack of pages from the girl's outstretched fingers. The paper felt too light for what it was doing to her chest, too ordinary to hold something capable of ending her. Her eyes moved fast over the first line, then the second, her lips parting without a sound coming out. The gold curtains, the tall gilded mirror, the chandelier throwing small trembling lights across the ceiling — all of it seemed to shrink and fold inward until there was nothing left in the world but her own hands and the ink staring back at her. 'The love letters I wrote to him when I was already married to President Winchester.' The words did not stay still. They rose off the page and pressed themselves against her throat, squeezing. She read the second letter, then a third, her thumb catching the co

Shadows on the RoadAmber's father, Malcolm Shaw, was in his home office, going through a file when Marian and Zoe walked in giggling like children who just won a game. Amber followed in later, quiet, her steps unhurried, her face unreadable as she trailed behind the two of them into the dim-lit room lined with old bookshelves and stacks of paper Malcolm never seemed to finish sorting. "How'd it go?" Malcolm asked, his gaze filled with expectation, leaning forward slightly over his desk, his reading glasses pushed up onto his forehead. Marian giggled and took the first seat opposite Malcolm, smoothing her skirt beneath her as she settled in, while Zoe took the next one, practically bouncing on the edge of the cushion. Amber stood beside Marian, hands clasped down in front of her, her expression calm in a way that didn't quite match the tension coiled tight beneath her ribs. "Well, Mrs. Winchester invited us to a ball at their estate the day after tomorrow." Marian explained with

Oliver turned to his assistant and right-hand man, Eric. "What?" he said with a shrug."Boss, the ringleader from the hotel, we have them in captivity," Eric said."Perfect," Oliver said. "Drive."Eric bowed and immediately opened the driver's door and entered.A man's hands were hung up in a warehouse, his body already battered from countless punches. His face was swollen beyond recognition, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth as his chest rose and fell in ragged breaths. Every muscle in his body trembled from exhaustion, yet he remained silent, refusing to surrender whatever information he had been holding onto. The warehouse itself was eerily quiet except for the occasional groan escaping the captive's lips and the impatient footsteps of armed men waiting nearby.Just then, Oliver entered, dragging Amber with him."Boss, it's been half an hour," Eric said. "They haven't said a word."Oliver's sharp gaze swept across the room before settling on the suspended man. The co