Heir In Hiding Novels & Stories

Grandma said and I heaved a sigh of relief She's going to start with John and Hazel so Mitchell and I will know our fate by then but I have a feeling that Mitchell is going to become the heiress. How great will it be for a heir and heiress to be together? We will conquer the world together and make so many histories. TBC........ ©️ Tricia

“Please. Don’t tell anyone about my pregnancy yet. Not even your dad. I just... I need time to process this. Please, Lei.” Leila hesitated for a moment, studying my face. Then she finally nodded. I let out a sigh of relief. At least I could count on her. “My brother has the right to know,” she said carefully. “But I’ll respect your decision for now. Just remember, though—no secret lasts forever in this family. Sooner or later, they’ll find out, especially Dad. You know how much he expects from this marriage. It might be better if you tell them soon.”

Aria laughed louder than she had in days. For a brief moment, the conflict felt distant. Later, they settled by the fire, wrapped in silence. “I have something to say,” Damian blurted out. She turned to him. “What’s on your mind?” He paused. “About the heir.” Her breath hitched. “The heir is no longer a child,” he continued. “Not any longer.” She waited. “They are now an adult,” he revealed. “And they are aware of everything.” Aria’s thoughts raced. “Then why keep them hidden?”

Not because there was nothing to say but because everything we could say was too large to fit into words yet. I stared out the oval window, watching darkness swallow the wing, my reflection faintly visible in the glass. I barely recognized the woman looking back at me. Her hair was tangled, her eyes too sharp, too awake. There were faint scratches along her collarbone and wrist—souvenirs from a rooftop where the truth finally stopped hiding. I wasn’t the Hidden Heiress anymore. I wasn’t the substitute. I was the girl whose grandfather had signed her death warrant before she was old enough to understand what betrayal looked like.

The door opened, and my breath caught in my throat. It was Helen. Helen—my best friend. I stared in disbelief as she smiled warmly and let him inside. My legs felt like they might give out, but I forced myself to move closer. I crept toward the window, careful to stay out of sight. Inside, they were standing close, too close. Helen’s hands brushed against his chest, and then he pulled her into his arms. Their lips met in a kiss so passionate it made my stomach turn. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t look away.

And the only woman who had been mine—the one the Moon Goddess chose for me—was gone. My mate. Ripped from me. And now, even my heir had been stolen away. I gritted my teeth, gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white. What did I do to her that made her run? I had offered her everything—money, power, the Luna position. But she never came back. As though keeping my heir was worth more. A hollow ache settled in my chest. I refused to acknowledge it, refused to let it consume me. Instead, I focused on the road ahead.

The funds they contained were sizable—enough to ensure Delilah’s security and fund trusts for both Liam and Emilia. But with the discovery came risk. Word of the inheritance leaked, and suddenly journalists were sniffing around the estate. A tabloid ran a headline: "Sinclair Bastard Heiress Surfaces With $40M Secret Fortune." Ava was furious. "How did this get out?" Dominic suspected Jacques. But without proof, they had no way of stopping the spread. Security around the estate was doubled. A lawyer specializing in privacy and defamation was brought on. And for a while, they lived in a fishbowl.

"He threw you out, Celestine. He accused your grandmother of murder and left you to collapse in the rain. If he finds out about this—" "He won't find out," I interrupted, my voice suddenly fierce, turning my head to glare at him. My heart hammered wildly against my ribs. "He can never find out." Julian narrowed his eyes, analyzing my face. "You really think you can hide a Valdemor heir from Cyrus? The man has investigators watching everything. He's paranoid."

The same word hybrid dressed up in careful language meant to obscure rather than explain. *Whose child? Twenty-two years ago that would make them only two years older than me. Could this connect to the bloodline Catalina mentioned? Is there someone else out there like me, marked by whatever makes my blood worth killing for?* My mind ran through the possibilities, each worse than the last. A hidden heir. A second hybrid. Something the royal family had buried so deep even their own archives had been scrubbed to erase it. Then I heard footsteps. Soft, deliberate, echoing above me, drawing closer to the hidden staircase.

My hands, hanging at my sides, clenched into tight fists, my nails digging into my palms so hard they nearly drew blood. I wiped the sourness from my mouth and instinctively hid the bag of supplements behind my back. "It's none of your business." "How is it not our business?" Liana stepped closer with a sly smile, deliberately caressing the heavy golden locket—a symbol of the pack mother—hanging around her neck. "Kaelen doesn't want me to feel wronged, so he's decided to hold a Grand Naming Ceremony for our son tomorrow. It's a historic event, I know, and as the former mate, you should come and give the heir your blessing, right?"