Stolen Life Hidden Heir Novels & Stories

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.

"We shouldn't keep fighting each other anymore." Her eyes met his again. "Our real enemy is Liora." Lucien slowly nodded. "I was already investigating that before those bastards arrested me." Stephanie frowned. "You were?" Lucien set the plate aside. "The hidden heiress of Starlight Enterprise recently returned." "Starlight?" Stephanie interrupted, visibly shocked. "I've heard they're one of the biggest companies in the world." "They are." Lucien's expression grew serious. "But here's the strange part, the heiress looks exactly like Liora."

*"But that’s not the problem. The package isn't a bomb. It’s an original leather ledger from the Harrington estate. And it’s addressed exclusively to your wife." Celeste felt the blood drain from her face, the familiar cold from the Grund valley rushing back into her veins. She looked down at the brass key-tag in Damien's hand, then at the monitor where the four-millisecond delay continued to pulse like a dying heart. Alistair Chen hadn't lost in Europe. He had simply cut away the dead weight of his public identity to pull them into the true arena—the hidden, unregulated darkness where her family’s secrets had first been traded for the keys to the world.

The comments in front of me exploded instantly, dripping with excitement and malice. [Yes! That's how it's supposed to be! The real heir should be with the hardworking childhood sweetheart who's always loved him. That dumb loser can move aside!] [Brian is a despicable thief. He stole someone else's top university spot, someone else's heir status, and even someone else's woman. People like him are disgusting!] [The real heir finally woke up this time. His main-character arc is just getting started. As for the fake heir, Brian… Without that spot at a top university, let's see how he ever makes anything of himself.]

“No, Grandma. Just… just a bit dizzy.” She clucked her tongue. “You need to eat more. You’re getting too thin.” I forced a smile, a brittle mask. “I’m fine, Grandma.” But I wasn’t. I was trapped. Trapped by a man who was a monster in a prince’s disguise. Trapped by a secret that could destroy me. I looked around the small store, my home, my life. It was all I had. And I would protect it. I would protect my child. From him.

He didn't know what we were safe from, only that our little world ended at the edge of the driveway and the beginning of the cliffs. I stood up and watched him run back toward the water. I had done it. I had built a life where he was healthy, happy, and entirely anonymous. The Hidden Stitch was now a global powerhouse in the niche luxury market, but my face had never appeared in a single magazine. I was a name on a contract, a voice on an encrypted line to Elias Thorne. I was a ghost with a bank account large enough to buy a kingdom, and a secret heavy enough to sink one.

*** Hyacinth *** To my dearest Hyacinth, I know that I failed to take you from your father. But before I even die, I want to secure everything for you. The acres of land and the cabin is under your mother’s name and you are the sole heir. However, I want you to know that you can’t sell the house. The house was a treasure to me and to our family. If ever you want to rebuild the house, please make sure that you have checked each of the doors. Our family treasure is hidden inside.

I had no idea what my parents could have hidden that was worth their lives. Morgan must have read the answer on my face. She laughed again, that horrible, mocking sound. “You don’t, do you? You’ve had it all this time and you don’t even know what it is.” She shook her head in mock sympathy. “How pathetic. The great Alpha Jenn Vale, heir to nothing, protector of a secret she can’t even name.” “Enough games,” I said, forcing steel into my voice. “If you’re going to kill me, do it. But let Tristan go. He’s not part of this.”

“She hid one. The one where she first experimented with stabilizers. The one she never told anyone about.” Jay shuddered, hearing the word experimented. “Why… would she hide it?” Lena swallowed hard. “Because it’s where her worst failures happened.” Elias muttered: “Well… fantastic. Let’s go to the place full of nightmares.” Alexander squeezed Lena’s hand gently. “It might hold the fragments. Pieces of what she stole from the Alpha.” Lena nodded. And so they followed the old road. The Hidden Facility The sun had nearly set when they reached it — an isolated industrial complex hidden behind dead trees and rusted fences.

The funds they contained were sizable—enough to ensure Delilah’s security and fund trusts for both Liam and Emilia. But with the discovery came risk. Word of the inheritance leaked, and suddenly journalists were sniffing around the estate. A tabloid ran a headline: "Sinclair Bastard Heiress Surfaces With $40M Secret Fortune." Ava was furious. "How did this get out?" Dominic suspected Jacques. But without proof, they had no way of stopping the spread. Security around the estate was doubled. A lawyer specializing in privacy and defamation was brought on. And for a while, they lived in a fishbowl.