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

she whispered and he smiled, a smug and satisfied look. “You would really get them back for me?” Adrian asked her and she shrugged. “I love you, it is the least I can do. I will make sure they pay,” she muttered and he nodded, he didn’t doubt her for a second. She was almost as sinister as he, if he got the story right, rumors had circulated that she had climbed a friend to obtain the little stardom and position in society she had. Cassandra Monroe, soon to be Hales, was the queen of sabotage here and he didn’t doubt her if she said she would get them back.

Sarah gasped, shocked and resolved, colliding in her eyes. John stood stunned. Callen whispered, “The reversal completes the heir becomes the keeper. The keeper becomes the heir.” Clint hissed. “No!” He lunged for Sarah. John sprang in front of her. His fist met Clint’s blow, sparks flew, the ground cracked, but the world shifted again. The Forgotten rose, not as monsters, not as pawns, they were alive, eyes filled with memory, anger and hope. They parted clearing a path toward Clint and the shattered crown.

He only asked Lucas to pass along one sentence: “From now on, no one gets to decide for you.” I closed the door and left the Whitmore estate outside it. Meanwhile, Ethan, Julian, and Ryan returned home and learned I had not come back. Ryan frowned at the housekeeper. “Where is Alara?” The housekeeper placed a box on the table. “Miss Alara has moved out. These are the things she left behind.” Ethan opened it. Inside were the things they had given me over the years: his racing pass, Julian’s corporate visitor card, Ryan’s home-game seat plaque, and the racing team badge Ethan had given me when I was sixteen.

"The world is going to see that Rossi label. They are going to look for you Hannah." "Let them look " I said. I leaned my head against his shoulder. "They will find a woman who works in a press house and buys her bread in the square. They will find a Trust that belongs to a village. They will not find an heiress. The Hidden Heiress died the day I returned the deed to Marco. What is left is me." I felt a sense of freedom. It was as if the last tie to my life had been cut. The long and difficult journey of my past the struggle and the revenge had been reduced to a fact: I was home.

Not only did tonight reveal Ethan, but it also revealed what matters most to me: you. I drew in his steady beat by placing my hand over his heart. All of a sudden, the six-month timetable seemed unimportant and unachievable. --- Later, I changed into a silk nightgown and joined Alexander by our window after taking a fast shower in our marble bathroom. The city lights seemed to be embers in a black sea from this altitude. He placed a chamomile tea cup in my palms. With a playful grin, he continued, "For your nerves." With gratitude, I took it, feeling the warmth flowing into my fingertips. "I am grateful." I looked up to the horizon. I once believed that possessing everything was a requiremen

The ancestral estate of my bloodline, all soft limestone and curling ivy and balconies framed with carved wolf insignias. Sunlight caught on the stained-glass windows like gold dancing over water. Too perfect. Too whole. This place was gone. Burned. Buried. Yet here it stood, untouched. And I… I was young again. I looked down at my hands—small, unscarred. My nails neatly trimmed, the white robe of ceremony brushing my ankles. No blood. No bruises. Just innocence. But something inside me—the woman I am now—knew what was coming. ---