Secret Heirs: The Ceo's Regret Novels & Stories

she said coldly, hoping that the man will finally stop pursuing her into the gala. Shawn only let out a bitter smile before speaking. "Well, if that's the case then I'm sorry if you ever missed knowing more about me. Have you forgotten the years we've spent together?" he said that made her dumbfounded. "And unlike you, I still remember most things about you… even your secret that you don't want others to know, especially your father."

“Not yet. The name wasn’t listed in the official invitation. It just said ‘the rightful heir of the Devereaux legacy.’ Which, honestly, makes it sound like they’re hiding something, or someone.” The siblings exchanged uneasy looks. Caelum finally spoke, his voice calm but resolute. “Then we go. All of us. We attend the ceremony, maintain our image, and observe. If this new heir has ties to Samuel or Selene, we’ll find out.” Casler nodded in agreement, his tone flat but firm. “And if they do…” He set down his glass, eyes glinting coldly. “Then they’ll regret inviting the Valmere.” A long silence followed, the weight of unspoken possibilities hanging between them. Deborah looked around at her

"A bank statement for a secret account under the name of Camila Wilson. Ten million dollars was deposited there this afternoon from the account of our rival company, the Arnault Group. They’ve wanted our port project canceled for a long time, haven't they?" Damian took the papers. His eyes scanned every number listed there. His jaw tightened until the muscles in his neck bulged. To him, physical evidence was the absolute truth. "Damian, look at me!" Camila grabbed the hem of Damian’s trousers, pleading desperately. "I am your wife. I don't need that money! I have everything with you. Why would I do something so despicable to Clara, whom I love so much?" Damian looked down at Camila’s hand cl

Inside, silence settled, not awkward, but warm. For the first time since their unexpected wedding, Olivia allowed herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, fate hadn’t made a mistake after all. The day after the shareholders’ dinner, the Hart Conglomerate buzzed with a different kind of energy, one that shimmered with disbelief, envy, and curiosity. The news that Captain Sebastian Hart, the long-absent heir, had returned from London and resumed as Executive Director was shocking enough. But what truly set the building on fire was the bombshell that followed: he was married.

“Oh my god, really?! That’s amazing! Wait, please tell me you’re down in marketing or accounting. Because the rumors are flying today—the CEO’s personal secretary is supposed to start on Monday. I’ve been trying to get that secretary position for months because the pay is insane, but they said the slot was already filled by a special recruit.” I let out an incredibly awkward, strained laugh, my face burning. “Um… about that… I’m actually the new secretary.” I swallowed hard, leaning closer to whisper the next part. “And… the new CEO is my step-daddy.” Audrey’s jaw completely dropped, her files nearly slipping from her hands. “What?! Your step-daddy? The billionaire Mateo Reyes?! Your mom lat

I had no idea where we were going, but if he was dressed in a suit, I had to look the part. We were in total silence until we reached the wide fields outside our town. I could not keep my questions locked any longer. I opened a door, and Michael's secrets were waiting on the other side. "Are you willing to tell me now?" I carefully asked. "I guess I am," he said, eyes on the road the whole time. "There was this girl... Bethany," he said, spitting it like it was the devil's name. "I knew she was no good, but she was so into me, so... I finally gave in. I went to a party she and her brother had hosted. Then she invited me to her room... and I was so stupid! I went and... I know I had a drink,

He looked at the little one, who was still sleeping peacefully. He didn't seem to be ill. Did this child really need an operation? He wanted to ask, but he knew she wouldn't answer his question. He chose to stay silent and wait for her to tell him, even though he knew that would never happen. No one except Madeleine and Joshua knew about the marriage between the CEO and his secretary. To annoy her, Stefan would make comments about living together, to which she responded as annoyed as possible. She couldn't stand it, but as she had said many times, she needed the money, and even though she couldn't stand him, she would endure it to be able to pay for her son's heart transplant.

Victoria choked out, her breathing coming in fast, shallow gasps. A sharp, agonizing pain stabbed through her chest as the horrifying truth settled into her brain. The man she had mocked, the man she had thrown into the street like trash, the man she had helped her brother hunt down like a dog... was the rightful heir to the largest private fortune on the Eastern Seaboard.

His voice dropped to a predatory whisper: "You have ten seconds to walk out of this door with me, or I will tell everyone in this room—including your precious 'Big Brother' Tang—exactly what you were doing in my basement last night. I will describe every detail of your... curiosity. Your choice, Mrs. Grayson" Chloe’s breath hitched. The secret of the Grayson basement—the "Ghost," the documents, the truth about the firstborn—was a nuclear secret. If he revealed her intrusion, her entire investigation into her father’s accident would be compromised. Worse, the leverage he would hold over the Bishop family would be absolute.

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?"