Rebirth Of The Forgotten Heiress の小説・ストーリー

“If you have that much backbone, tell Father.” Julian closed the file. “She’s acting.” Ethan stared at me. “She’ll choose me in the end. She has no other choice.” They were wrong. I already did. That evening, Noah’s assistant, Lucas, came to see me. He handed me a gray metal box. “Miss Alara, Mr. Noah asked me to deliver this.” Inside was a silver Whitmore board pin, simple and unmistakably official. “Mr. Noah said that since you chose him, you may wear this at the succession ceremony.”

“I’m serious. I don’t want to find out more. I don’t want to dig up things that I can’t emotionally un-dig. Let them have the money and leave it alone.” Emma could practically see Lily’s small pout over the line. “But what if you’re a long-lost princess or something?” “Then I’ll live in blissful ignorance, thank you very much.” There was a theatrical sigh “Alright, miss Emma. I’ll cancel.” Emma closed her eyes. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome Miss Emma.” “Alright, goodbye.” Emma hung up and placed her forehead gently on her desk, trying to shake off the weight that always came when she thought too hard about who she used to be.

I shot him a cold glance and snapped, "What does your so-called sacrifice have to do with me? Or are you expecting me to pat you on the back and praise you?" In truth, that overseas program he always boasted about had never been real. It was nothing but a facade he used to impress women and reel them in. I did not spare him another glance as I turned to walk out. Suddenly, Reuben wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and pressed a cloth firmly over my nose and mouth. Some strange fire began burning inside my body, making me breathe uncontrollably. Reuben then buried his head in my neck, making my whole body tremble involuntarily. Images from my previous life flashed through my mind, how h

The posture that no longer apologized for existing. Rose wouldn't recognize me if we passed on the street. Stefan would see a stranger in an elevator. My own parents would look right through me. Which made the justice to come perfect. I would move among them unrecognized. Would dismantle their world piece by piece without them suspecting the architect of their downfall. On my desk lay a small velvet box that hadn't been there earlier. Inside, platinum phoenix earrings with diamond eyes, matching Victoria's earlier gift. The card read simply: "For tomorrow's rebirth. - V"

She flipped through crumbling scrolls and faded books until she found it—a record of the Forgotten. Her breath caught in her throat. The sigil she had seen on the battlefield was drawn on the pages, the ink faded but unmistakable. The notes described a war between the royal bloodline and the Forgotten faction. The leaders of the rebellion had been executed. But one passage stood out: "One child survived. The rightful heir to the rebellion, hidden away until the time is right." Eve’s heart pounded. Was it possible? Could this war… be about more than just her mother’s past?

"Were you also..." "Yes, I was reborn. I was sent to the countryside as a child and lived a miserable life. Eventually, my family brought me back because they had no heir. My widowed aunt manipulated me for the family fortune, leading to my and my mother's tragic deaths. When I got a second chance, I used what I knew from my past life to change my fate. I think we're the same because, in my memory, you died in childbirth after marrying Juan."

And then she saw her child — the life stirring quietly within her, a heartbeat she now carried in place of her own. “I do,” she said, her voice clear and strong. The Seeress smiled. “Then kneel, and let the land witness your rise.” Elianna knelt. As the crown touched her head, a wind swept through the hall — though no door or window was open. The torches flared brighter. The flowers shimmered. The walls themselves seemed to exhale, as if the kingdom had been holding its breath for thirty years and could finally breathe again. “Rise, Elianna of Xaerath,” the Seeress declared, “Queen of the Forgotten Land. Flame of the Lost. Heart of the Reborn.”

Around her stood others—figures cloaked in darkness, yet pulsing with latent strength. “Elira Virellian,” the woman said. “Heir of the shattered prophecy. The unwanted queen. Welcome.” Elira blinked. “You know who I am?” “We’ve always known. But now, you know who you are too.” She stepped forward, extending a hand. “We are the Forgotten Crown. The true bloodlines that chose exile over submission. Silas didn’t just offer you power—he offered you us.” Elira’s heart thundered. This wasn’t a rebellion. This was a resurrection.

I broke the wax seal and unfolded the letter. --- “My Dearest Gina, If you’re reading this, then the shadows of my past have finally reached the future I prayed to protect. First, forgive me—for everything I kept from you. I chose silence, thinking I was shielding you. But silence doesn’t protect. It only delays the inevitable. You are my heir, Gina—not just because of blood, but because of heart. I have watched you grow into a woman of strength, of conscience, and of truth. The estate, the legacy—it belongs to you.

But in the end, she still died not knowing who is the real master mind of the abrupt war. Who instigate the three Emperor of the other Empire when they clearly hate each other? She died but reborn when she's still a child, when she was ten years old. Like a Phoenix born from its own ashes! Then all hell break loose! As a woman with heart full of hatred and revenge escaped the King Yama's hands. She use all her knowledge from the past to protect her family. The drama start when she was reborn and her past will be shown bits by bits in every episode.