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

He said. "I've been working my butt off for everyone all my life" "And It's time for me to step down and enjoy the rest of my life" I was so shocked. Don't tell me. "It's time to introduce the new successor of Madden Group of Hospitals and Madden Realty Group" No way. Not yet. "Let me introduce to you, my one and only heiress, the reason for all of my hard work. Soline Madden" My mouth dropped. I want to throw tantrums at dad but everyone is looking at me including the men I slept with.

Within days, the drama reached William. Victor knelt before him, refusing to stand. “I want to break off this engagement with her!” … Growing up, I was taught that, as the heiress of the Grant family, I could never afford to be ruled by emotion. Trusting business partners? Seven parts trust, three parts caution—that was the rule. Had no one ever taught Victor the same? Maybe not. Or perhaps it was because he had been spoiled from the moment he was born. His mother, once a mistress who married into the Harlow family, had been a beloved former actress. Despite her origins, she’d secured unwavering affection and favor.

Right? I straightened, my jaw setting. She thought this was over? She thought she could walk away from me, marry him, and just forget? No. No fucking way. I’d get her back. No matter what it takes. Even if I had to burn the whole world down to do it. I glanced back at the door which she had disappeared through. “Just you wait, Alexandra. I'll get you back.”

Radishes were the first I could sight. I looked around the garden, and smiled. The entire transparent building was beautiful, and I just knew it would be aesthetically pleasing once it rained. I moved to the tiled part of the room, and sat. I was met with a large portrait of a woman on the wall. She had dark green eyes, and pink lips. Her wavy hair had covered a part of her faced but I could see the acute resemblance to Drew. “Mrs mountains,” the maid explained, I nodded. I remembered when she died. Francis was about eight or so, and Lucas was already a teenager.

I curse them all, and that curse will never be lifted until it comes again. “The end of the flashback.” Ayden opened his eyes in great shock, and asked himself: What did she mean when she said she would come back again! Why did you forget this thing! How did you forget it in the first place! But she was a mad old woman who never knew what she was saying, and she used to say any talk, she could never come back again, for she was a lifeless corpse in front of me. Ayden stopped thinking for a few seconds, then continued, muttering in his mind, and said: But her body has disappeared. Is it possible that this means something? But how was the curse untied then how did I find my girlfriend and damn

“Then wear this. You’ll look like vengeance incarnate.” I smiled. “That’s the idea.” As she fastened the necklace around my throat, my mind raced. Tonight wasn’t just about looking good. It was about reminding Nathaniel who I was—who I used to be—and introducing him to the woman he had no idea he’d created. The woman who’d clawed her way back from the grave. Vivian stepped back and sighed like an artist admiring her finished masterpiece. “Let’s go make some men cry.” --- The Ashen Group's anniversary party was every bit as extravagant as I remembered from past years. Crystal chandeliers dripping with light, champagne flutes floating through the air like magic, and a sea of tailored suits and

With a sigh I bent over to search for it, my hands swept under the frame until it landed on something, far smoother and sturdier than the dainty perfume. Curious I pulled it out to find a tome, ‘white wolves, history and Demise’ It was easy to see how the maid could have missed it since it was hidden deep into the frame. It must have been important to her, with that thought I flipped open the page to find a handwritten note. ‘the story isn't complete. I will make sure to. My people will be remembered as innocents in this game of destruction.”

My pulse was a frantic drum against my ribs as I retreated to my chambers, the heavy iron lock clicking into place like a final heartbeat. I leaned my forehead against the cool glass of the window, staring out at the rolling hills of the Cheshire Territory. It was a sprawling graveyard for my family’s legacy. Every inch of this estate belonged to the Crowne Dominion, and I was just another piece of stolen property. Kyla’s—no, Selene’s—whispers from the hallway still rang in my ears, mocking my desperate hope for a way out.

98 SOMEONE ELSE ARIA He reluctantly allowed it but stayed close enough to pull me back if necessary. The black marble shimmered faintly beneath my fingertips. It wasn't stone. Not entirely. It felt almost... polished. As though countless hands had touched it over generations. Then I saw another inscription. So faint it was nearly invisible. It had been carved into the frame itself. I brushed away decades of dust. The words slowly emerged. Only blood may remember. A strange feeling settled over me.

Sophie stepped forward and bowed. “What is this thing doing here?” She questioned, the smile on her face faded off to be replaced by a contorted face. “Why is she here?” “I’m sorry, mom, but she has a name, Sophie.” I changed Asher to my right hand and held Sophie’s hand with the other. “She is back because I have found out the truth about what happened five years ago, and she is not to be blamed for it; she was just framed.” I explained. “She is back with me to rule this kingdom, along with my kids, Amara and Asher.” I turned to Amara. “My princess, meet your grandmother.”