Novel & Cerita Rebirth Of The Forgotten Heiress

My release must have thwarted whatever plans she had up her sleeves, else she wouldn't be so frustrated. If she had paid the wardens to kill me, why did they release me? Who was behind all of these? I needed answers. “Wait a minute, mother! Who did we bury?” Margaret asked. “If this bitch is still alive, that means we buried the wrong person,” she said as she gasped. “They sent the wrong corpse, mother,” she cried out. Margaret's eyes widened in panic and horror. “What's going to happen now, mother? Lexi was supposed to be dead. Our plans can't work out now that she's hear,”

’’ he chuckled, and the line went dead. The phone dropped to the bed, and I heaved a deep sigh, knowing what would come next. Still, now that I know, I was going to rewrite my destiny because not everyone gets a second chance, and this time, I intend to put myself first and get revenge on my sister and ex-husband, who had murdered me in the future.

I look at her as she smiles, then she stands up. She begins her speech. “As you all know, the Hera Consortium activities were supposed to stop after the death of the former president and his missing daughter. The former president made it clear that his daughter would be his successor after he left. Because of the missing daughter, we couldn’t continue business, so it was put to a halt. Now, his daughter has arrived, the new Hera president, and the Hera Queen, Katherine!” She motions to me, and they all chant again, “Welcome back, Your Highness!”

Behind her, the thunder roared — the mansion lights flickering again. I jerked my arm free, my voice cracking. “Why show yourself now?” Her smile faded. “Because it’s almost time. Project Rebirth is active again. And when the final phase begins…” She leaned closer, her breath brushing against my ear. “…only one of us gets to survive.” Before I could react, she shoved me back. Hard. I hit the edge of the table and fell, the flashlight rolling away. The balcony doors swung open from the wind, sending papers flying.

“Then this was planned secretly.” The realization spread through the chamber. This invasion had been prepared long before today. The suppression test. The throne activation. The attack. Everything had been timed. The masked commander straightened slightly despite being restrained. “You triggered the final signal when the throne merged with you.” “What signal?” I demanded. He looked at me with satisfaction. “Activation of the forgotten covenant.” My brows furrowed. “Explain.” He inhaled slowly. “When the royal throne system reawakens fully, it sends a resonance wave to all dormant factions connected to the original rebellion.”

This was someone playing a much deeper game. "She played us all," I muttered. "Or she learned how to play fast," Fenric corrected, rubbing the back of his neck. "She foiled her father, she rejected the Alpha, she took her inheritance, and she secured a safe, isolated home. All in less than twenty-four hours. That's a rebirth if I ever saw one." Rebirth. The word echoed in my mind. It felt like that. The woman in the hallway had been a stranger wearing Calla’s face.

I stopped but didn't turn around. “ I don't know why,but anytime I look at you it feels like someone is telling me to remember something I had forgotten “. I slowly turned and looked at him. Our eyes met for one second. I almost forgot I was Vivian Salvatore. I smiled calmly. “Maybe some memories refuse to stay buried”. The elevator door closed and neither of us noticed the figure standing behind us. Annabel! Her finger tightened on her phone as hatred consumed her. She had worked so hard to erase Sandra from Michael's life,she wasn't going to let Vivian Salvatore take her place.

“Do you still not understand how important you are to me?” My breath caught. The emotion in his gaze made my chest ache. Then he said it. “I found out who your ghost fiancé is.” I sat up too fast, pain lancing through my ribs. “Who?” “He’s from Montreal. A cartel leader. Several men under him. All illegal operations. He’s got power in the underworld like I do in the corporate world.” I blinked, the revelation slamming into me like a train. “And he’s the one who—?” “He started searching for you like a madman after you went missing. That’s how I tracked him.”

“Let’s take this one day at a time, heiress. We’ve already made so many enemies. Never forget you still have your father to contend with.” “Oh, trust me, I've got ideas. My father might just appreciate my cunning nature.” With that, we shared a conspiratorial smile, ready to face whatever lay ahead. The past was still palpable, tangled in our minds, but the promise of a new dawn stretched across the horizon before us brighter and bolder than anything we’d faced. Together, we’d not only seek revenge and reclaim our lives; we would redefine what love could mean a love forged in trials, tested by fire, and bursting forth like a phoenix into a world ripe with possibility.

Beneath the image, a name: Selmira Moonshade. “The last Moonshade. Betrayed. Her name erased. Her children hunted. But the prophecy endures When the blood moon rises, the forgotten heir shall awaken beneath crimson sky, and bring balance… or ruin… to the Realm of Teeth and Tides.” Elara pressed trembling fingers to the page. That’s me. She turned again. A new passage flared into view. “Signs of rebirth: — A healer’s touch beyond shamanic reach.