Framed And Forgotten, The Heiress Came Back From Ashes Mga Nobela at Kwento

Isadora I cross the hall like a fallen heiress claiming what is due to her. Every painting recognizes me. Every dusty curtain trembles at my passing. I feel the stares. The whispers. The incredulity. I am the dead who returns. And I have come to seek my bones. The steps beneath my feet creak as if they want to stop me. But nothing will stop me. Neither the memories. Nor the pain. Nor him. I am more than what they tried to bury.

I paused and gripped him by the collar, forcing him to look me directly in the eye, he was taller than me but I made it work. "Or did you think I'm that dumb and I wouldn't recognize an acquaintance burner account." I added with a smirk watching his eyes widen with realization and fear. "I'm so sorry miss." He instantly started apologizing but I had no interest in that. "You probably thought I am just an airhead for a heiress,huh? Sorry to disappoint you." I released him from my grip and wiped my hand with the wipes on the table like I was cleaning an extremely dirty existence off my body.

I was smiling when I left Azrael’s building. Even after all that — the unsettling opulence, his cryptic smirk, and the way his words coiled around me like chains made of silk — I was smiling. Because I had done it. I had the money. I could finally pay Heather back. I could finally unshackle Theo from her control. Even if I have sold my soul to the devil, it was all worth it if it would mean that I would help Theo.

“Now.” She rose slowly to her feet, stepping closer to the bars. The faint light from the torch behind me cast shadows across her face, making her look almost otherworldly. “Do you really think you’re ready for that truth?” she asked softly. “Try me.” Her eyes gleamed. “Liam Soloh… the forgotten heir. The boy the king banished to keep his throne pure. Everyone thought he died in the wild. Everyone except those who helped him survive.” I frowned. “You mean rogues.”

After experiencing such a life, Evan might even forget who they were. The idea nearly made Hazel bash her head against a wall. 'No!' her mind screamed sharply. She did not dare hope for remarriage anymore, but if Evan truly forgot who she was, then she would have nothing left to cling to. That would be the darkest moment of her life. The heiresses came home looking like they'd lost their hearts out there. Their eyes were dull, and Hazel did not even have the strength to speak. They didn't even stand up to welcome Zeke when he walked in.

For a moment, I imagine she heard me. I smile faintly, blinking back the tears threatening to spill. Then exhaustion crashes over me, the room becomes blurry, and my eyelids begin to feel too heavy. I lie down beside the bed, still watching her, and let sleep pull me under. But sleep is never gentle for me. Flashes of memory pierce the darkness—steel clashing, screams, fire, blood pooling in the dirt. My grandmother’s chilling voice echoes: “No male heir shall live.” Then I see myself at eighteen again, standing by the river with Jane. The water glimmers red as she falls into my arms, an arrow through her chest. Her last breath warms my skin.

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.

I couldn't tell what was happening around me. ** "You're awake, young Miss," I looked up as I heard a cute voice beside me. I breathed out in relief as I placed my hand on my head which wasn't aching anymore. I smiled sadly and tears rolled down from my eyes as I remembered what happened the other time. Not only did she frame me but she also stole my heirloom and gave it to the enemy. I felt heartbroken and sad when I remembered how I was almost executed by the official. I arched my eyebrows and looked around the room which seemed unfamiliar with a confused look on my face.

She was unable to believe the bruises on her body. In the past few days, every time the man started, he would ask her to drink a glass of water. After that, she couldn't help herself. Her vision was blurry, and even her memory was blurry. Nevertheless, even if the memory was blurry, she remembered what happened. Humiliation spread from the bottom of her heart. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists fiercely. Her eyes were scarlet. She, the heiress to the Young family, was treated in this way. Who was that man? She tried to recall, but couldn't find any clues.

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.”