Secret Heir Novels & Stories

Her hands started shivering when all of her colleagues started gathering around her with bewildered and emulous looks. Suddenly she heard someone switching the TV on and her ears were abruptly filled with the news, "From our sources, we were able to get the pictures of Alexander Kingston' secret girlfriend, surprisingly his girlfriend is none other than his own secretary Isabella Watson." Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she wasn't able to raise her head anymore. She couldn't face anyone right now. She didn't want to be the focus of attention where she would be called names without any reason. "Isa," Nick tried to call out to her, but she was absolutely disoriented. This was not what she wan

He said to her and her heart missed a beat at the thought. “I can only do the little I can, so whatever secret you know you have, …” He said. “I don’t have any secrets.” She snapped at him and he could say no more.

~Valeria~ The second the mark burned itself onto my forehead, the crack in the altar just stopped. Like someone hit pause on the whole apocalypse situation. A door made of pure light appeared above the crack, glowing in a mystical way that terrified me. Michael stepped forward, pulling out this old bronze key that looked like it had no business being anywhere else but the museum. "This is the secret chamber key your dad left behind. Only someone with the royal mark can use it." Oh super cool, so I'm literally the only person who can open the potentially deadly mystery door.

he nodded towards Livy, “and your Mr. Grant.” Sighing deeply, he moved his hand lower, to grasp the space where my neck and shoulder meet as he backs away enough for me to see his eyes. “Now, there is one way you can survive,” he grinned. “A very good way. All you need to do is tell me the passcodes to your family’s vault. Surely, your grandfather told you before he died. It was an important family secret. You were his heir.” My eyes widened. I can barely remember my grandfather, and now he wants me to try to recall a way to access my family’s accounts. Even if I knew it, I wouldn’t tell him.

“Sir Garyn? No. Why?” “He’s on a new kick,” she said, rolling her eyes. “He’s obsessed with the idea of an heir. You know, someone to carry on the Astor legacy.” My stomach twisted. “An heir?” “Yeah,” Ellie said with a shrug. “He’s been hounding Evan about it. It’s ridiculous, honestly. Like either of us care about his stupid legacy.” My heart stopped. “He needs what?” “An heir,” she repeated, frowning slightly. “Why are you—” She stopped, her eyes narrowing. “Julia.”

“You don’t get to stand here and act like a victim, Victoria. You knew exactly what this engagement was.” " Just stop playing the victim here Victoria" he said not turning to look at her. " Oh wow I'm playing the victim you say. Drake you know, I agreed to all this for your image but I won't let you humiliate me. What do you want people to think of le when they find out about your "Secret"? Worst of it all with your office boy" She said her nose flaring in anger. " Leave! I said leave Victoria! I'm not having this conversation with you."

Her sultry voice earned a scoff from Henry, who raised his brow as if she were nothing. “.....” The deadly silence, sharpened enough to slice through ice. ….. Amelia got back into the house, unlocked by one of the bunch of keys handed to her by Ava. Her eyes darted through the entire room, even when it seemed archaic, her only focus was on her mom's treasure before she found it. The locket. Her face gleamed with a smile, the necklace dangling between her fingers. She had promised to retrieve it anyhow, anyway, but she never thought she could go into a bargain with her sister.

“That I’m nothing here?” Her father looked at her. And for the first time There was no warmth in his eyes. “You are my daughter,” he said. “But you are not the heir.” The room went completely still. Elara felt like the air had been knocked out of her lungs. Not the heir. Just like that. “No…” she whispered, shaking her head. “No, that doesn’t make sense. Then who is it? Why won’t you say it?” “That is not your concern,” he said firmly.

Keep recording. Independent counsel: Do not share. Do not comment. Do not forward beyond Legal/counsel. The host resumed. “We will not stop at donors and stamps,” he said. “We will reveal the human angle, because human angles are what systems eat.” My stomach dropped. The screen switched to a blurred photo—Noah outside the school gates, backpack strap visible, face partially obscured. The caption read: THE HEIR OF SECRETS. I stood up so fast the chair scraped. I hated the sound. I hated that I’d made it.

It was Jared. I answered, my breath unsteady. “Hello?” “Lena, turn on the news. Right now.” “What? Why?” “Just turn it on.” Caleb pulled out his phone, fingers flying across the screen. His face went deathly pale. He turned the phone toward me with trembling hands. The headline screamed: BILLIONAIRE CALEB VAUGHN DISOWNS PARENTS OVER SECRET LOVE CHILD” The article was already live. Photos showed Marcus and Clara leaving the motel. Caleb standing tense in the parking lot. Me, captured back in Dote, Norway. Someone had been watching the entire time.