Rebirth Of The Forgotten Heiress Novels & Stories

“And I'm telling you that if you want to survive long enough to get your revenge, you need to listen.” The word revenge made her blood run cold. Nobody should know that. Nobody. In her previous life, Elena had died believing her entire family had betrayed her. Her fiancé had abandoned her. Her stepmother had stolen everything that belonged to her. And the people she trusted most had watched her downfall without lifting a finger. But now she had been given another chance. She had sworn never to make the same mistakes. Yet this man seemed to know far too much. “Tell me your name.”

I had trusted a stranger, and now I was exactly where I never wanted to be: in the home of the man I was fleeing. But why would Jax care if I rested? Why the silk sheets, the luxury, the concern for my health? Unless he was trying to soften me. Make me comfortable so I'd lower my guard. So I'd accept my fate. I thought of Evan—my dead fiancé, Jax's brother. The new heir, forced on me by his father. The same father who sent men to kidnap me. The same family that saw me as a pawn to be traded. And now I was in their home.

He continued. “Are you telling me that I still have a mother?Who is she? Why is she looking for me now? How dare she abandon me?”I spoke out of annoyance. “Calm down, Sophia or should I say Cherry? Sophia was the name given to you by your mother before your adopted parents gave you the name Cherry.” “I hope this is not a dream because I don’t understand why my biological mother would abandon me and come back to look for me after twenty eight years. This is just insane! So what about my Father?”I looked at Richard again.

“She’s always wanted what I had. Now, she believes she’s finally achieved it. Her ambition blinds her, Loretta. It always has.” “Still,” Loretta pressed, a slight frown audible in her voice. “I’m worried, Eliana. This whole ‘transferring fate’ business… are you sure it works like that? Are you sure you’re truly out of the woods?” Eliana’s fingers tightened around the phone. A shiver, cold and unwelcome, traced its way down her spine. The rational part of her scoffed at the idea of fate being a transferable commodity, a cursed heirloom to be passed on. Yet, the vivid, visceral memories of her death, the brutal clarity of her rebirth, whispered a different truth. She *had* died. She *had* retu

Last I heard, she was working at a diner in upstate New York, her dreams of a billionaire lifestyle buried under the weight of Julian’s debt. "They thought they could take a crown they didn't earn," Xavier said, his grip tightening protectively. "They forgot that a Queen knows her kingdom better than any thief ever could." The doors to the terrace swung open, and my assistant stepped out, looking frantic but professional. "Mrs. Sterling-Thorne? The guests have all arrived in the ballroom. The Minister is ready, and the press is held back behind the gold cord. It’s time." I looked at my reflection in the glass. I was no longer the girl who did homework for a boy who hated her. I was the archi

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.

And before I could reply, he turned toward the door, already issuing orders to his security detail over the phone. I stood frozen, staring after him, the echo of his touch still burning against my skin. The storm outside had ended, but a new one was brewing and this time, it wasn’t just Richard I had to fear. Because somewhere deep down, a terrible truth whispered through my mind: Project Rebirth wasn’t just his creation. It was mine. --- Elena’s forgotten connection to Project Rebirth begins to surface suggesting that her second chance at life might not have been fate, but the result of something far darker.

What if he remembers everything and that's why he's determined to trap me and continue with his twisted revenge in this second life? No. There's absolutely no way that's possible. It would be absurd. It would be cruel. Just too cruel. If that's the case, my rebirth would be for nothing. I shake my head firmly. I can't let my thoughts wander to dark places again. That Logan… He was the devil's incarnate, and the burning hatred in those dead eyes could never disguise itself as the playful affection that I'm seeing in this Logan’s eyes. No one is better at acting than Kruska, that’s for sure.

Behind her, she could hear Marian and Zoe returning their attention to the television. Within seconds, they were laughing again. Amber kept walking. When she reached her room, she closed the door behind her quietly. Then she walked toward the window. The massive estate stretched before her. Beautiful. Expensive. And built partly with money that should have belonged to her mother. Her fingers tightened around the gown. Sixteen years ago, they threw her away, now they wanted her back. Amber looked toward the skyline beyond the estate walls. A faint smile touched her lips.

But he is also the grandson of a woman who had been murdered for the truth and a man who was currently holding a crumbling company together out of sheer stubbornness. "Leo," she said, her voice raspy. "From my father’s name…" Alistair nodded. "Leo. A strong name." He looked at the doctors. "Announce the birth. Tell the press the Sentinel heir has arrived." YEAR TWO: THE FORGE If the first year was about survival, the second was about reconstruction. Eleanor Valemont ceased to exist. In her place rose "Mrs. Chen," the Vice President of Strategy for the Sentinel Group.