Framed And Forgotten, The Heiress Came Back From Ashes Novels & Stories

Vanessa's POV. If there was ever a walk of shame worse than walking out of your own charity gala after slapping your husband and exposing your best friend's pregnancy with his child. It was this. Driving up the driveway of the Roothmoore estate, after three years of silence, with my suitcase in the trunk and my pride shattered like glass. The mansion stood tall, just as cold and proud as I remembered it. A modern fortress made of marble, money, and memories I no longer owned. Two guards opened the gates for me; their eyes widened at me. They were probably shocked that the heiress had returned.

He thought he could snatch her away from me just because I discarded her. Never gonna happen. “Now that she’s back, I can finally chase after her. After all, you’re married, and you don’t need her anymore. She may still be hung up over you, but there’s nothing an amazing fuck can’t fix to get her to forget you.” Joph stated crossing his leg over the other. The words barely left his mouth before my vision went red. The next thing I knew, I was lunging. The bottle in my hand smashed against his head with a crack.

The gardener’s eyes lingered on my face as if comparing the woman he saw with the child he recalled. “You should be careful,” he warned. “Things buried like that make people dangerous when they remember. Stir the ashes and you might wake hornets.” A ghost of my old life pressed against the new. Discovering I might be Marisol Abram altered more than facts; it altered intent. Before, I had been a woman trying to assemble herself. Now I was an heir unmoored, a living ledger someone had tried to erase. That meant enemies.

The Forgotten Heir (Callum POV) The wind whipped through the courtyard as Callum stood at the edge of the estate’s hidden garden, a place he once frequented but now barely recognized. Everything was at odds with the truth he'd been fed for months—the truth that Iris was a stranger, that his life had been a carefully curated lie. But the small lavender flower she left, the tremble in her voice, and now, the truth about Noah... it shattered the final walls of doubt around his heart.

This is a rare opportunity to see a different side of him. “I’ll wait for you here” he said as he stopped in front of a tall brass gate. She wanted to hear more. She reluctantly went inside the mansion where she was greeted by rows of servants. Suddenly she felt like a stranger in her old house. She could not believe it will only take seven years to replace her old house. Was it seven years? Or just seven hours? While they were decorating their new house. Her mind was still wandering when she heard a familiar voice. “Finally, the ungrateful heiress has returned” Minerva Yates-Solomon said sarcastically.

Reid said, running a hand through his hair. “Her who?” “Jacintha,” Reid cut him off, eyes fixed on Jacintha. “Wish me luck.” He slipped his phone into his pocket, adjusted his cuffs, and went upstairs The elevator when he stepped in. “I'm telling you, this isn't worth the price”, Jacintha argued. “Why would you put this beauty up for just $120,000?” The shopkeeper looked tired and confused. She had run out of ideas. How rich was this Heiress that she thinks, a single ring for $120,000 was too cheap. She had seen spoilt ladies from rich families but this is new.

She almost let go of her place on the cross to go and comfort him, but the love that she knew she had for her pair surpassed any forgotten feelings she carried for this male in the past. "You were left in the light, while the dark burnt deep inside of me, what they could not get from you while you still remembered, they got from you while you forgot. So? what is it that you want from me now heiress? A mere medium you have an accord with." Amalthea could not find the courage to ask him for anything after what he had said, she decided that she needed to earn back her memories, it was not fair to ask him, out of all the beings around her, he was the one that she had forgotten his name.

My jaw tightened instantly. Greedy motherfuckers. This used to be Mallway Estate. The least they could have done was leave the name. My father built this estate. Did these people even have a conscience? Stealing our wealth wasn’t enough they had to erase everything about us. Then again, should I really be surprised? I shook my head. “Is there a problem?” Dexter asked from behind me. “No, sir.” “Then why did you shake your head?” Had he been watching me? “It’s nothing, sir. I was chasing a fly away.”

“I am the First Heir. The one who forged the pact between our kind and the darkness centuries ago.” I swallowed hard. This was the name I’d heard whispered in old legends, the ancestor who had betrayed his own blood to gain power. The one who was supposed to be dead. “You’re not supposed to exist,” I said, voice steady despite the shock. “Your time ended long ago.” He laughed, a sound like cracking ice. “Time is a river, and I have merely returned to claim what was stolen from me.” Mira stirred beside me, eyes still heavy but alert. She gripped my arm weakly. “Alina… be careful.”