Secret Heiress Novels & Stories

She swung her straight, long hair behind, exposing her face to the security guard who dared to stop her in her tracks. She had access to any company Hunter’s had access to and Damon's was literally her second home. “Ma'am, do you have an appointment with the CEO?” Another question after she had successfully whined through the security. Her patience was wearing thin already, and she planned to see Damian after she finished up her mission. “No, I would love to see Miss- She rolled her eyes when she remembered she might not have registered with that- Mrs Amelia, Amelia Ross!” She repeated. The secretary picked the telecom and for some minutes, she seemed busy on the call, and finally she said-

Camilla Mendez was sold by her stepmom because they ran Into a debts of five million dollars, and she decide to sell Camilla Mendez to pay off the debts, and Camilla's dad named Roy Mendez agreed to sell his daughter because the drug lord named DonMiller has captured him, and put him Into hard labor until he paid all the debts, Leahy sold Camilla Mendez and she elopes with the money, and she left Roy Mendez In the troubles, while Camilla was taken to the baby factory but because of her age, she was kept with other under age In an apartment behind his house, Camilla was always crying, sobs, everyday, she went on hunger strikes, and she doesn't talk to anybody, Two years later, early In the mo

He defended, but it only brought a bitter smile to my lips. “She already knows more than us about that research and her connection with it, Vincent. From what are we keeping her away?” I asked her in the same way but couldn’t mask the bitterness. He didn’t answer immediately, but I didn’t mind his silence. “She needs to build up her world so that she can defend herself if we aren’t around her, and for that, she needs to come out and tell her that she is Lauren Shaw, the secret heiress of Shaw Empire,” I added calmly but sighed in the end.

I gripped the edge of the table. The screen cut to a split graphic. Left side: Giselle’s recent headshot, elegant, composed. Right side: a grainy still from security footage—Octavia standing over an open grave, face half-turned toward the camera, and unmistakable. The headline crawler at the bottom scrolled in bold red letters: BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS NEARLY BURIED ALIVE BY STEPSISTER. I grabbed my phone and dialed Giselle’s number, but it went straight to voicemail.

" Forgive you? She loves you to the moon and back. You were her parents. Both her and mine. We are whatever we are because of you... ” " No! No! You don't understand!" She pushed the doctor and nurses away who were trying to work past Jake. She reached out for Jake's hand again, "I raised her in poverty, even though...." She took a deep breath, " even though she was ...."She shook her head, her breath coming in ragged gasps. " Jake, there's something you need to tell her. A secret I've kept buried in my heart all these years." Her eyes bore into his, pleading and intense. "Lea... she's an heiress.She didn't deserve the life I gave her. "

“I was angry. I wanted revenge.” She lifted her chin. “But this time, I choose responsibility.” She turned to the camera feed. “I will tell the truth,” Aria said. “All of it. Not because you forced me—but because hiding created you.” Julian stared at her, something like respect flashing in his eyes. “Then let the war begin,” he said softly. The feed cut. The compound trembled. And Aria realized—with terrifying clarity— The secret heir wasn’t Julian. It was her.

His black hair was dishevelled and there were visible dark circles under his eyes—which I got used to. He sat down across me, crossing his legs as he stared at me, "what was this you were telling me?" His voice was hoarse and confused. I cleared my throat before I began to explain everything to him; how I told my men to kidnap a girl, how they kidnapped the wrong girl, how they saw a body there, how the girl told me that the man gave away his name. Alessio was staring at me, his lips parted and his eyes wide opened as I reached the end of my sentence. He was quiet. I narrowed my eyes at him, watching as he stood up and let out a groan, "can you take me to that girl?

The group's exit was nothing short of dramatic, with Nicole struggling against the security guard's grip and Beth shouting insults at Kamila. When they finally arrived home, they were still fuming. But their anger turned to shock as they scrolled through their social media feeds. They were trending, with hashtags like #CadetsGetKickedOut and #SmithsonHeiressFinallyIntroduced. Videos of Mr Smithson himself, revealing Kamila’s true identity as the Smithson heiress, were circulating on television, and people were gushing about how she had kept her identity hidden for so long. Mark's face darkened, and he was about to throw the remote control at the TV when Beth stopped him.

The little details she shared made me wonder if there was a deeper reason for her secrecy. The kiss we shared was warm, beautiful, passionate. But even when we pulled away, the enigma remained. It was both intriguing and depressing at the same time. Maybe she was hiding a scar? The thought saddened me; everyone had their own burdens, their own stories. The announcement for the crowning ceremony pulled us closer to the stage. The crowd cheered for the winners, who were of course Nina and Enzo. They had been the winners last year, too. Nina’s father rigged the system to make her win, despite her protests. I thought it was hilarious, though, and so did Enzo. Besides, they were graduating this y

Selena’s POV Mrs. Ashford moved forward a step, her hand trembling at her side, like she wanted to slap me and knew she couldn’t. “You think your little victory with the Harringtons gives you power over us?” Theo said then, stepping forward. “You’re still an ex-convict. You’re nothing but a placeholder until the real heir steps up.” I turned my gaze to him slowly. “And who would that be, Theo? You?” I let out a cold laugh. “You couldn’t land the deal. I did. And it was my name they stamped on that contract.”