Stolen Life Hidden Heir Novels & Stories

Even as I withered, I still bore traces of him. "Ives, don't do this." Rhianne was visibly flustered. Born a pauper, she had never in a million years imagined someone like him entering her life. But fate had been kind to her. Ivor was drawn to her, and Jeffrey pitied her. Her rightful identity as the Shaw family's true daughter propelled her from the bottom to the top. In the process, I was stripped of everything I had. There was no doubt that she was lucky but also deeply unfortunate.

“You’re so….moldable. Helen disguised herself as some other person entirely, gaining access to their mansion so she could kill them off. Her boyfriend had stolen enough of the poor sap’s money so they thought it would be enough to elope… until it wasn’t. That’s why those parties I told you about stopped. All of a sudden, we were on the radio when we heard about a girl. The last living heir of Iris and Mr. Callahan, and an inheritance worth five billion dollars in money, and six billion in assets….for a barely one-year-old baby. Now..” He leans over. “I’m going to give you a chance to guess who her partner was…come on, you can do it. You’ve always been so smart.”

The four of us stared at the photocopy of the property transfer agreement, fear written all over our faces. Our ages matched the real heiress. While we had already tried to claim the family, every single one of us ended up dead. So was there really an heiress here? "Is it possible there isn't an heiress here at the orphanage, and you're looking in the wrong place?" Rebecca Vargas cautiously asked Yvette Warren, secretary to billionaire Orson Cox. The smile on Yvette's face never changed. "Mr. Cox already confirmed it. The heiress is here. We just don't know which one of you she is yet."

What no one was meant to know was that Jonathan had layered protections beneath the Hart trusts, conditional clauses, deferred transfers, assets that could not be touched or traced unless specific truths came to light. Her inheritance wasn’t gone. It was waiting. Hidden until Alina was strong enough to survive knowing it existed, and until the people who wanted it, and her, were no longer in control. Jonathan’s hidden legacy was no longer buried... and someone was already racing to take it before Alina could.

It was pathetic to watch him glance down at the sweat, also beading on his palms. “Believe me, Mr Bomer, I was shocked as you are. Apparently, William hid her existence so well. And then Zachary Blackwood also hid her out of the public's eye.” Zachary Blackwood. I was beginning to hate the sound of his name all the more. He was behind all this. I didn't think that she had always known about her inheritance. If not, why did she not appear to claim it, especially in the past five years. Mother got up from the couch and began to pave the length of the small private room we had reserved at a dingy restaurant for this meeting, her expression cold and restless.

“And you still don’t understand the game. Crane doesn’t play to win. He plays to own. The moment you touched his empire, he marked you.” “So what now?” Aiden asked. “You pretend to be my father again?” “No,” Alexander said. “I give you something Crane doesn’t know I kept.” He turned to a wall panel and pressed a sequence. A hidden compartment slid open. Inside was a single hard drive. “This contains the blueprint of everything Crane buried,” Alexander said. “Project Helix. The shadow board. Names of politicians, foreign stakeholders, weapons traders—and the backups of Floor 49 before it was scrubbed.”

he answered, “they would have killed you.” Selena froze. He stepped closer, eyes burning with the truth he had buried for years. “You don’t understand what they are capable of. They would have ripped you apart. You, a human, carrying Alpha heirs? They would’ve massacred you before you could even give birth.” Selena swallowed hard. “You still left.” “I didn’t leave,” he said. “I hid you. I protected you. I severed us publicly so the Council wouldn’t notice how deeply intertwined our fates already were.”

“Nothing.” Ruth glared at him in dissatisfaction. “Liar! You eavesdropped on my call and didn’t even share information with me. How can you be like this?” Abel held her waist with one hand and played with her hair with the other. “The heir of a hidden family is not as talked about as a wealthy family. It’s not that easy to find anything out.” Ruth tilted her head and thought about it seriously for a while. “That makes sense. I’ll ask Dulcie another day.”

“Your father knew part of it, enough to make you desperate. But the real secret? Janette is the heiress. That mark makes her the legal heir of the Blackwood estate, corporation, and legacy. It’s her birthright.” “No…” Liam whispered, stumbling backward with the gun still trembling in his hand. His eyes darted between Janette and Dean. “No, that’s not true…” Dean let out a short laugh. “Oh, it’s very true. All this time, you were chasing power you already had within reach. She was in your grasp, but you were too blinded by greed to realize it.” Liam’s face crumpled. “That can’t be…” Dean took another step forward. “You kidnapped the heiress of Blackwood Corp and tried to force her into marria

Orange light devoured three years of my life. I screamed and tried to rush forward, but Luca caught me and pinned me against his chest. "Be good for me. When the time is right, I'll give our child the Moretti name. I'll bring you back to the main house. We'll have everything we had before, only better." No, Luca. I was the only daughter of the Chairman of the High Mafia Commission. I was the sole heir of the Castellano family. I could never be your woman in the dark.