Rebirth Of The Forgotten Heiress Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was the daughter who genuinely loved them, yet whom they had repeatedly ignored and mistreated. Yet, no matter how much guilt and regret they felt now or how desperately they wanted to make up for it, they no longer had the slightest chance, as Patrizia, who had once swallowed her grievances and suffered in silence, had completely moved on from their lives and would never return to their side.

“You are heir to more than Sterling blood. You are heir to the forgotten throne. Heir of the goddess cast aside.” Her throat tightened. “No… I’m just—” “You are the flame reborn,” the spirit interrupted, voice fierce. “And the world will bow. Ash to ash. Fire to fire. You will rise, or you will burn.” The fire surged higher, enveloping her in light. She felt heat course through her veins, fierce but not destroying. It was power. Claiming her. Becoming her. Tears blurred her vision. “I can’t—” “You already are,” the spirit whispered. “Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.”

My claws itch, torn between longing and suspicion. I slam the laptop shut, my pulse racing. The moonstone’s pulse surges, amplifying my alpha blood, a power I ignored in my past life when Damon’s false mate bond blinded me, letting Lana steal our relic. Reborn by the moon goddess, I’m Starfang’s heir, and I’ll protect my pack—Gideon, Cee, Dad—at all costs. Lana’s schemes—her rape lie, her call with Damon plotting his tutor role—keeps getting things complicated. I wish she could just follow the script and lose her shit.

Brianna's POV I thought I could easily change my life after I got reborn. I had the courage to change my fate because I know I have my resources. But after realizing the possible fall of my company, it shook me. It wasn't Cain who shook me, it was the situation of the company that my grandfather entrusted me with. I have three days left from a week that the shareholders gave me. I only have three days to find a way to at least assure them that the company won't fall. I only have three days left to prove that I can save the company. But I'm losing my hope.

*************** I was woken up by the chirping of birds and the relentless buzzing of my phone. The sun, which had set from the east, almost blinded my face, causing my vision to become blurred. Upon picking up my phone, I almost lost my balance when I saw the news headline. THE HEIRESS OF THE LANCASTER GROUP, NOW MRS. REID HAS BEEN CAUGHT IN BED WITH ANOTHER MAN JUST AFTER THE DEATH OF HER HUSBAND’S GRANDMOTHER. WHAT COULD BE HAPPENING? I quickly got out of bed and made my way towards the bathroom. Searching for Alex, but to no avail.

He had reminded me that as the only surviving heiress to a CEO, I was destined for a massive wedding, not a life with someone like him. He was entering politics and needed my support, which was when he first proposed the contract marriage with Zion Carter. Zion needed a wife and a child, and in exchange, he would back my father’s election campaign. The election wasn’t immediate back then; it was set for a year later—the exact time I ended up dying in my past life. Now, I wasn't returning as the submissive daughter they remembered. I was back to reclaim my name.

"Celeste! You'll come to a bad end! Just you wait! I won't let this go! I'm the real heiress! I'm the real—" There was a lot buried in what Ivy had just screamed. My mother hadn't caught it, but I—a well-read woman in my own right—understood perfectly. Ivy had been reborn. Well, wasn't that something. A story about a real heiress and a fake one had just turned into a story about a reborn real heiress running into a transmigrated fake one. Talk about a plot twist. … After a few days locked in her courtyard, Ivy seemed to have learned her lesson.

He was a good actor and smooth talker, surely he would be able to persuade her parents about her death. It made her even more sure to go along with her initial plan. That day, after she was done with her checkup, the doctor said she would be able to go home the next day. However, she didn’t know exactly where she would go at the moment, she had no money and no passport. She could contact her family back home and got Christian judged, but it would be too easy. She wanted to take revenge on him, having him jailed immediately wasn’t satisfactory enough. As she was thinking about it, something that had been buried on the back of her mind resurfaced. She knew someone who lived in Athens. Someone

I had returned to the day when she had schemed against me. In my previous life, my sister, in her pursuit of becoming the sole heiress of the family, resorted to scheming on the day of the school anniversary. She tampered with my fever medicine, causing me to lose consciousness. She took away my prepared speech and went on stage to deliver it, receiving all the glory. Meanwhile, she led me to a secluded alley where I was sexually assaulted by a group of people. They even recorded the incident and posted it online with the caption, "The so-called heiress of the Xander family is nothing special."

She leaned on her elder brother's shoulder and burst into tears. “What? Do you still miss him after everything he has done to you?” Enzo hugged his sister in distress. “ Enzo, today is my birthday ”. “I know, he is such a jerk to choose today of all days to break your heart”. “That is why I have no regrets. Megan Smith is dead”. Megan said. As she opened her eyes, she was no longer Megan Smith. The dutiful wife of Greg, she was now Margaret Song the proud heiress of the m&k group. This time, her life would no longer revolve around a man.