First Loves Return Heiress Strikes Back Novels & Stories

It sounded like a cruel mockery of me, like he was amused by my pain. He took both of my hands into his. “I know I hurt you but you can't stay mad at me forever. I am your first love, you know what they say about first loves. I know you love me Alina, I know you always will” He continued smiling while I jerked my hand out of his grip. I was breathing rapidly and I felt my palm connect hard with his cheek. It felt good, really good. “Leave now before I call security” I managed to choke out between my teeth.

“Now, I have something important to tell you, Miss Harrington...” “I’m not…That’s not my name.” He smiled kindly. “What I’m about to tell you will be difficult to believe. You are not Lucia Hale. Your real name is Elara, and you are the sole heir to the Harrington family fortune.” Lucia stared at him for several seconds, then let out a bitter laugh. “What the fuck? What kind of a joke is this?” “It’s not.” Langford’s face was as serious as stone. Lucia dropped the glass of water angrily. ”You have no idea what I’ve been through. And you still have the guts to come here and toy with me, telling me that I’m some secret heiress to one of the wealthiest names in the city?”

As I stepped into my role as heiress, I vowed to honor the legacy of generations past while forging my own path towards a future defined by resilience, strength, and unabashed authenticity. In the hushed quietude of the night, Eva Torres paced the plush carpet, the air thick with a nervous energy that prickled her skin. Her reflection in the gilded mirror showed a stark contrast – the woman she knew, clad in sensible cotton pajamas, battled with the image she sought to portray. Tonight, silk whispered against her skin, a luxurious departure from the usual comfort. The delicate fabric clung to her curves in a way that was both foreign and exhilarating, the coolness a stark contrast to the hea

he whispered, his voice barely above a breath, yet it echoed in Elena’s ears like a solemn vow. Elena’s breath caught in her throat as she met his intense gaze. “He was my first love,” she confessed. “Will I ever be able to move on from this betrayal?” The man’s eyes softened, and his hand gently cupped her cheek. “He might be your first, but certainly not the last. If you give yourself a chance, you might find someone who would treat you as the center of his world.” His voice was low, as though trying to hypnotize her in the depths of his hazel orbs. An intensity that made Elena unable to look away.

She smiled bitterly as she let go of it. "Hahaha! Me? I'm still the pitiful Alysia. Who was Benedick's first love huh? Isn't it me? Yes, I know he's your fiance but it's something you refuse because you don't want him now when he loves me. I'll just find out why you're married Alysia? Are you so desperate! You're just using Benedick to get revenge." Nikki continued speaking.

If I had the choice, I would have married Serena, a sexy model who matched my ideal type instead of this abomination. Astrid stood there, arms crossed, with a small smile on her face, as if she was enjoying our reactions. This wasn’t the woman I married. This woman looked like she didn’t give a damn about anything anymore. My gaze swept over her, stopping at her neck. My breath hitched when I spotted something I didn’t expect. Hickeys? Those were kiss marks. Marks that I hadn’t kept there! “You bitch!” Olivia screamed, finally getting over the shock as she matched towards her, but before she could slap her, I grabbed my sister’s hand.

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

Killian's assurance. "I'm just afraid, what if I'm not the one you love and still your ex-fiancee? Especially now that she's back and I feel like she still loves you," "Even if she still loves me, nothing will change. You are the one I love. So don't think about it. Chandria is part of my past while you are my present and future." said the young man. Hailey smiled at what he said. He just wants assurance that Killian loves her especially now that the woman he first loved is back.

My hands clenched into fists, and just before my heart exploded, I muttered, “Alicia Strafford.” Yes, it was her. The same Alicia who had left him broken years ago. And now, she was back—her wicked lips tangled with his. From where I stood, I could see it clearly—she was the one kissing him, forcing herself onto him. Oscar remained still beneath her touch. Then, suddenly, he shoved her away, wiping his mouth with the back of his palm. My heart swelled with triumph. He was disgusted by her. This was my chance to drive her away and claim my rightful place.