Rebirth Of The Forgotten Heiress นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Far beneath the ruins of Moonfall Keep, the King Without a Heart turned the page of an ancient book. A new name appeared. A name that had been hidden for nineteen years. He smiled. “The second heir has awakened.” And for the first time in centuries… The Forgotten Moon had two children beneath its blood.

A sinister snarl leaves her lips, her eyes flashing a deeper colour. Everything, every tiny detail of the past 6 months leading up to this moment flashes back on me. It’s like a timeline that I am scanning through…trying to find key memories that would prove she is lying, that my Father is not dead. That he has been alive all this time and just sulking. “Don’t you see, with your Father dead..you are the heiress of your mother’s fortune again. That’s why Reuben wanted to find you…he wants the money.”

To evaluate this beauty, she can only use one word "excellent" It didn't seem too bad, with this lively face, compared to her previous stiff appearance, it was truly a new land. Scarlet is very satisfied with her current body, but… Has she been reincarnated? Reincarnated in her previous life? Scarlet's head ached, and a large number of strange memories rushed into her mind, each image running through her head like a movie.

The force possessing Lyra raised a hand, and a pulse of darkness surged through the cavern. Aiden was thrown against the stone wall, groaning as blood ran down his temple. “I am the heir of the Broken Moon,” the voice declared. “I was cast out by the Goddess, but I have returned to reclaim what is mine.” Iris stood, her body trembling. “You’re not Lyra. Who are you?” The being inside Lyra smiled with lips that weren’t hers. “I am Elarion. The forgotten one. And your bloodline is the key to my rebirth.”

Derrick snorted, spiting on my face. I laughed calmly, using my thumb to clean off his spit. Then I suddenly gripped him by the hair, pulling his head backwards. "You seem to have mistaken me for the Elisa Gilbert you know, I'm no longer that Elisa, I no longer have any reason to put up with your bullshit just for peaceful coexistence." I made a dramatic pause with a light chuckle as my other hand pressed the bat on Derrick's leg. "I am Elisa Gilbert, the heiress of the Gilbert's family, there's no need for appearances so what you did this evening must never repeat itself again, we are divorced, you got that?"

“He doesn’t love me anymore.” Marcus laughed lowly. “Told you this wouldn’t last. A queen can’t lie about the heir and expect to keep her crown.” Silvia slammed the glass down. “Don’t mock me.” He shrugged. “Fine. So what now?” She was quiet for a moment, thinking. Her nails scratched gently at her wrist. “I know her… I’ve seen her before. That name… Alana Winters…” She said the name again, softly. “Alana Winters… Winters… It sounds so familiar. Why can’t I remember?”

God, fate, the universe-only that someone or something had given her the impossible gift of a second chance. Memories flooded her mind: the cruel words she had spoken, the love she had rejected, the family she had destroyed because she had been too blind and too easily manipulated. Clara clenched her fists until her nails dug painfully into her palms. "This time..." she whispered fiercely, her voice trembling with determination, "I won't make the same mistakes." Her reflection stared back at her, but this woman was no longer the naive Clara who had died on that marble floor. She had seen betrayal. She had seen death. And she had been reborn.

The lazy arrogance vanished completely. His fingers tightened around the armrest. His pupils widened. The color seemed to drain from his face. The name had dragged something out of him that had been buried beneath centuries of darkness. The Forgotten. He hadn't heard those words spoken aloud in an age. Not seriously. Not as a possibility. Not as anything other than a memory he had deliberately buried beneath layers of time. Selene watched him carefully. She continued. "And when The Forgotten return..." Her voice became quieter. "...all that exists shall stand upon the edge of nothing."

In yet another, I became prince of another nation—only for Lunice’s curse to strike before I could enact change. Every life ended the same way: with her voice echoing in my mind. “No male heir shall live.” But this time, I’m not that same helpless boy. This time, I carry the wisdom of six lives etched into my soul. I stand up, pulling out a piece of parchment and a dull quill from Martha’s table. My hands may be small, but my mind is sharp. I start writing—not with the eagerness of a child, but with the precision of a strategist.

I regretted how I welcomed her with open arms, how I tried to love her. And then, I decided to make everyone see her for who she really was. But that failed too. Why would they believe the villain when they already had their precious heroine in mind? The sun began to set on the horizon, casting a soft orange glow over the park. My phone buzzed incessantly in my pocket. I pulled it out. “Miss Moretti, the investigation you requested—about your family’s shipment accident and the missing funds at the casino—it’s finished.” My pulse spiked, though I kept my voice steady. “Emily Moretti organized the accident, didn’t she?”