Secret Heiress Novels & Stories

“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?”

"I want to know about you. About your past. About the secrets you're hiding." "I'm not hiding anything." "Everyone is hiding something." Genevieve's smile sharpened. "You, for example, are hiding the fact that you're adopted. That your birth mother was a seventeen-year-old cancer patient who died three days after giving you away. That your adoptive mother has Alzheimer's and barely remembers her own name." Isabella's blood ran cold. "How do you know that?" "Sebastian." Genevieve shrugged, as if the name meant nothing. "He's been watching you for months. Building a file. Looking for leverage." She leaned forward, her voice dropping. "He found it."

The burning liquor spilled over my bottom lip, running down my chin and soaking into the collar of my unbuttoned shirt. I leaned closer to the monitor, my chest heaving as I looked at the leaked paparazzi photo from the High Council news. The screen illuminated the dark office with a harsh glare. In the center of the photograph, Silas Winslow stood next to a beautiful woman wearing a heavy black coat. The headline above the image read that the Polar Claws pack had finally revealed the hidden heir of the North, Victoria Winslow.

The silence made Alaya look up too. “Is that…?” she asked slowly. “Turn the volume up.” Tasha grabbed the remote and hit the button. “So she’d been his side chick all along?” the interviewer asked, brows raised with performative shock. “Oh yeah,” said a familiar voice — dripping with fake sweetness. Alaya’s heart dropped. Selena. “He used to take her on yachts, private vacations, spoil her rotten,” Selena went on, flipping her wig dramatically. “She was basically draining him dry.”

I turned up the volume and leaned back in my chair. "Welcome back," the anchor said, shaking her head slowly. "We are following the story that has everyone talking today. Celestine Valancourt, the secret heiress who just married the world's richest man, Lysander Ashcroft, is at the center of a growing scandal. Reports have surfaced that she terminated a pregnancy just weeks after leaving her first husband, billionaire Kier Thornwell. Our panel is here to discuss. Let's start with you, Margaret. What do you make of this?"

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

Haylee laughed wickedly again, before joining her friend on the bed. "How would you get to be the Heiress so suddenly? Alec don't even like you!" Her friend muttered. "Oh, his mother and sister are helping me out," Her eyes sparked. "And in return, I help them keep their secret." "What's the secret?" Her friend widened her ear, hoping to catch some gist and turn it to some rumours. "Even as we are close, I am sorry but you can never know, the secret enough is capable of tearing down the Hart family,'' She said slowly.

“Smart girl. Don’t worry — I’m not interested in your little love story. I have bigger plans.” He walked to the desk and handed me an envelope — thick, unmarked. “This will cover the exact amount. No more, no less. Deliver it to Heather, and she’ll have no excuse to linger.” I took it, my hands shaking. It was heavier than I expected, like it carried more than just money. “And the favor?” I asked quietly. “When?” His gaze turned cold and his mouth curved into a grin before he said, “It wouldn't be fun if I tell you now, would it, princess?"

"Come on. With your size, you're going to be a bodyguard?" I teased her with a sly look. One laugh and a few words later, we arrived at the event. As soon as Brianna walked in, she quickly pulled me aside and whispered, "See that one over there? She's the heiress of Hackett Group, a multinational pharmaceutical company. If you can win her over, we'll secure the project for sure." Just then, an old acquaintance caught her eye. She immediately turned to greet them with a bright smile and muttered under her breath, "Go grab a bite. I'll come find you once I've handled this."

That video was so explicit that it was hard to watch. I hadn't even clicked into it before Sherry snatched my phone away. She fumed after watching it, stomping her feet angrily. "That bitch! No wonder Zachary keeps going out of his way to protect that secretary of his. Turns out they've been messing around behind your back this whole time! How shameless!" "You're the heiress of the Stone family, Victoria. Are you really going to let this pass? I'll deal with that scheming homewrecker myself!"