Heir In Hiding Novels & Stories

Gable. As the children disappeared, the warmth in the room evaporated instantly. Julian stood up, buttoning his jacket, the predator returning to his posture. He turned slowly, his eyes locking onto the exact shadow where Elara was hiding. "You can stop lurking, Elara," he said, his voice smooth and cold. "The show is over." Elara stepped into the light, fixing a mask of disdain onto her face. She couldn't let him see that her heart was breaking for what could have been.

"Dating back to the kingdom's founding. The heir wears it during major transitions of power to symbolise the continuity of the bloodline regardless of who sits on the throne." “Yes and no, although that is true. It has been worn by my bloodline to hide the face of the true Heir, making it hard for the next in line from being killed easily. My Father wore one at important ceremonies, as I have. This is how no one knew who I was before you found out this way. I believe the current theory of my true status is that I am the daughter of an Alpha who had cheated, which is why no one will claim me as their sister. Going forward, that is to stay the same.” Buck's eyes widened at this revelation. The

“That I’m nothing here?” Her father looked at her. And for the first time There was no warmth in his eyes. “You are my daughter,” he said. “But you are not the heir.” The room went completely still. Elara felt like the air had been knocked out of her lungs. Not the heir. Just like that. “No…” she whispered, shaking her head. “No, that doesn’t make sense. Then who is it? Why won’t you say it?” “That is not your concern,” he said firmly.

“Your father restructured his estate about three years before he passed. Most of it went where everyone expected — the company shares, the properties, all of it came to you. But there was a separate clause. A trust, technically, sitting outside the main estate, funded and dormant, with instructions that only activate under one specific condition.” “What condition.” “The confirmed the existence of a grandchild,” Marcus says. “Your father set it up years ago, Ezra. Before you ever met Nadia, before any of this. Victor was named the administrator. He’s not watching Nadia because someone told him to start. He’s watching her because your father’s instructions never stopped.” I have to put my hand

The third was a close image of the child alone, a boy with dark eyes and a solemn expression. On the back of the third photograph, written in her grandfather’s hand, were three words: The other heir. Audrey sat down hard in the desk chair. The room felt smaller. The air thinner. She stared at the photograph until the edges of the image began to blur. Her family had buried a child. Not a rumor. Not a distant relative. A direct claim that had been erased from every public record. She turned the remaining pages with careful hands. There were short letters about arrangements made in secret. Payments. A sealed agreement that the child’s existence would remain hidden for the safety of both familie

"Nothing at all? I thought he'd only cleared out the closet. Go check again." Tori explained, "There's really nothing left, Mr. Hugh. You can go and see for yourself if you don't believe me." "Fine! I'll go look!" Hugh stormed upstairs in a huff. But after searching the entire floor, he couldn't find so much as a single strand of Alex's hair. The suitcase he'd seen that day had disappeared too. "What the hell? It's like he's vanished into thin air!" Hugh opened their chat and typed a message.

“And the person who knows the truth has been living under the same roof as this family.” Elena tightened her hold on Lily's hand. “Who?” Victoria's voice dropped. “Your grandfather, Alexander Blackwood.” She paused. “He has been hiding the third heir in plain sight.”

He rubbed his temples, trying to clear the fog in his mind. He knew that everything that happened last night was plotted by his grandfather and Scarlett, whom his grandfather had arranged to be his fiance. If he hadn't evaded her last night, their plans would have worked out. Tristan sensed that something was not right when his grandfather called for Brian, while Scarlett was with him. He had just arrived in New York yesterday when Scarlett called to see him. Since he was spending the night at the hotel, he asked her to meet him at the club. As soon as he sensed that his drink was spiked, he gave her the key to Brian's room and told her it was his room and that he would meet her soon.

I have waited for five long years before I attacked. I left the continent entirely. I left everything back and started my life afresh. And I let them enjoy their peace for so long already. It’s time to take it back. “Leah,” Killian called from beside me, snapping my gaze towards him. “The senior madam said it’s time the world knew who you were. They have kept the heir hidden for too long,” he reminded. The children had left a while ago, as their driver came to take them to school.

But at the same time, I become wary about the future. My father just said I was the heir to this family. But I do not know anything about the underground world. Also, I’ve almost died twice now. The necklace. I left it back in the other house. If I’m allowed to pack my clothes. I’ll keep that necklace and ask what is it really about. I don’t think it’s just a normal necklace that Hannah wore.