From Ashes To Heiress Novels & Stories

I was going to use this job to betray him and it made me feel, I mean I was going to dig through his private papers and somehow find a a way to ruin him which I one it’s going to me so hard but I had to find a way. I sat up in bed, holding the note my stomach felt tight. I had to do this, for Asher I repeated it in my head like a prayer. After what seemed like forever I finally got myself up and headed for a shower. I got dressed in one of the professional outfits Dante's stylist had designed, I never thought I’d be using theses clothes but here I was. I looked at myself in the mirror trying to smile, but it looked fake. I went downstairs meeting Esmeralda at the kitchen.

She looks different, better than the last time she stared at me before she was taken away to the van meant for prisoners. "You look…" Beautiful. Untouchable. Mine. But I didn’t finish. I just stared at her. Her lips—those lips I’d kissed a thousand times—pressed into a thin line. "What do you want, Mr Ethan?" The dismissal in her voice stung. But I stepped closer anyway, close enough to catch her scent—vanilla and lavender rose, but there was something else. Something bitter, like disgust, but I pushed it down and cleared my throat before starting.

"She’s intelligent. Dangerously intelligent. She played the long game before she ever revealed her true name." ​For the first time since the crisis began, Richard Blackwood felt a thrill. ​"I’ve spent my entire life crushing spoiled, entitled heirs," he soliloquized, walking back to the window. "They inherit billions, they get lazy, and they make predictable mistakes. But this one... she built an armor before she ever stepped onto the battlefield. I like that." ​The board members exchanged uneasy glances. With Richard, a compliment was merely the prologue to an execution.

So much damn anger, it’s like it’s bubbling just under my skin ready to burst. Thirty minutes and not a trace of the heiress. I curse under my breath. The fan over our heads is the only thing that responds with its constant hum. This is getting ridiculous. I know she’s doing it on purpose, to get back at me for how I acted and what I said earlier. She knows just as well as we all do that if she’s not here today, we loose our shot at this, I made sure to make it clear. She’s playing fucking games, no doubt supported by her friend who seems too calm, her horse too high, to not know there is an agenda behind this little charade.

Then Lena leaned close again and whispered one final sentence. A sentence that turned the situation from betrayal… into war. “You should thank me,” Lena murmured. “Because from now on…” “I’m the heiress.”

Without waiting for her to insist, I left the room, heading down the hall, feeling even more hollow than before. Hailing a cab, I rode in silence back to what used to be my home. When I arrived, my heart sank all over again. The cozy home, filled with warmth and memories, was now a heap of debris and broken walls. The familiar sight was gone, replaced by rubble and ash. I picked my way carefully through what was left, each step heavy with sadness. This ruin was all that remained of my life, I had lost everything.

Though his Mom was an actress, the power of the Elijah Consortium was instilled in him ever since he was determined to be the heir. “Mommy, come back quickly, okay?” With a heavy heart, Ashley watched as her son entered the huge gates of the Elijah mansion. She did not leave until she could not see the shadow of her son. Before she returned to her apartment to pack her things for tomorrow’s flight, Ashley turned the wheels to the place she had never set foot in—the Stock Exchange Building. At this point of her life in her previous life, Ashley did not know this place even existed. But after years of being Madam Elijah, Ashley knew what this building represented—wealth, fate, and shortcut.

But beneath the ruins, someone always watched. Far above the city, Ash perched on a cliff, overlooking Vienna. Her copper-gold eyes caught the flames, reflecting devastation as if it were a mirror of her own ascent. Her crown, dented and blackened, still rested on her head. Behind her, the remnants of her army stirred silently, ghosts of a fallen empire. She had survived the twin infernos not unscathed, but alive. Every sinew a testament to fire and willpower. “Mother,” Ash murmured, voice soft yet filled with danger. “The game begins.”

“Colet, you’ve been nonstop—between crash courses, horse riding, interviews, and now running a hotel. You’ve been breaking your back just to earn the title of heiress. And I’m proud of you. He would be too.” “You think?” she sniffed, looking up at him with tear-streaked cheeks. Asher smiled gently, leaning in to press a soft kiss on her cheek. He wiped her tears with his thumb. “Definitely.” Then he sat up straighter and put on a mock-serious voice, “Now, dry those tears, little soldier. Kincaids never show weakness. Shoulders up, chin high!” Alissa chuckled through her tears, her fingers brushing under her eyes. “Yes, sir.”

She was practically jobless and how she survived in this city was amusing. Nobody could judge her social skills even if they tried. She was a bonafide social climber and she did it so well, rumors had it though that she had shackled herself to the wrong billionaire. Adrian Hales was a ‘soon to be’ bankrupt person and it was going to be a beautiful reality for Cassie. Good thing society will still be there and the rude world will still rotate, she frowned at the thought and it was about the same time that they stepped into Dan’s office.