The Country Heiress' Secret Identities Novels & Stories

Roman argued, his mind spinning as he tried to reconcile the sweet, quiet woman he had lived with for a decade with this phantom identity. "Those people were paid actors, Mr. Ashford, and whoever scrubbed her real identity spent millions of dollars to ensure that nobody could ever track her true lineage unless she wanted them to," Henderson said, and before Roman could even process the terrifying implications of that statement, the line went quiet. Meanwhile, across the Atlantic, in Zurich a sleek, unmarked private gulfstream jet taxied to a halt inside a restricted private hangar, its engines whining softly as the stairs lowered to the tarmac.

Marigold, her personal maid, brought over a small gold bowl and carefully drew a single drop of blood. "I swear, I hope this one really is my ninth daughter, so I never have to prick myself again." "Heaven willing, Momma, this will be your ninth daughter for real." Everyone at Griffith Manor already knew there were supposed to be nine daughters coming home. With me, that made ten—my mother liked to say I completed the set, her perfect ten. When the first "real heiress" came home, her blood matched both parents', and the three of them had wept in each other's arms with joy.

I know that issue but I am not sure about the details because it happened at the same time I have problems with my parents trying to ruin my relationship with Rajiv. I was all messed up at that time so I didn't really care about what was happening around me. I was just crying to cope up with the pain inside my room for the whole time. I just learned what happened after a month. I heard it from our maids but I didn’t ask for any details because I know that it has nothing to do with me. They said that the heiress of the Casiella was dead. It was all because Hector was obsessed with her and when he learned that she was already married to someone else in secret, he couldn’t accept it so he kidna

Duchess studied us for a long moment, then sighed. “She had a daughter who wanted nothing to do with the empire. Classic runaway heiress story. Fell madly in love with the gardener, ran off to live some simple fantasy life in Virginia farming and shit. They even moved to Paris eventually. My mother kept tabs on her for years. They were… close. But the girl changed everything—face, name, identity. Mom only ever referred to her as 3485. She was a ghost. The man used a fake name too. Only Miss Heiress runaway knew his real one.” “What was her name before she changed it?”Law asked.

“She’s terrified.” I moved back slightly as they both turned to me, wishing I could disappear into the headboard or something. “And from the look of things…” His gaze trailed over me. “…she genuinely believes she’s… Heather Cole.” He said the name with furrowed brows, which did nothing to calm my racing heart. Because I was, in fact, Heather Cole, were they going to force me into believing I was their relative or something? I looked at each of them in disbelief and spoke up despite my pounding heart. “Um, I don’t know what kind of misunderstanding this is,” I whispered. “But uh, it would be highly appreciated if you guys would let me go… home.”

“Only a qualified girl can be by your side-” “Believe me, she's more than qualified,” Liam grumbled. “Haley is the secret heiress of the DG Group. Is that what you wanted to hear? Are you satisfied?” However, the woman didn't look satisfied. She looked as if she'd lost her tongue. “That's the biggest joke of the century!” She scoffed. “How can this filthy girl with no background be an heiress-” “You can do your research.” Liam interrupted her. “And for the last time, Mum, leave Haley alone. I haven't changed my mind that I can choose her over you.”

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION The characters, settings, and ideas in this work are purely fictional. Any resemblance is only a coincidence. THE HEIRESS: (Book 1: HER SECRET MISSION) ©plume alter (Ricki Ryce) Published on Goodnovel (2020). THE ORDEAL ∞≠∞ Tiffany was determined to join the brotherhood.

was the last thing he said before I decided to drop the call. Why did I even bother asking my father for something I knew he wouldn't do? My father is a powerful man and yes, I decided to leave his wing and live as a normal person because of Theo Delfin. Theo did not come from a wealthy family and I have no problems with that. Back then, I liked him too much and I knew he would not even dare look at me if he knew who I am. In order for him to notice me, I pretended to be someone else. In this world, I am not Saskia Smithsonia. I am Valerie Damer -- using my mother's maiden name. To Theo, I am someone who is exactly like him.

he cut in rashly and she kept silent. “Daren stole you away from me when he knew you were my only daughter. You are my heiress. The heiress of all her mother’s possessions. Your mother and I worked hard to keep a lot in store for you. A lot which would see you become one of the wealthiest women in the whole of the country. The estates she left behind in SA are there waiting for you. The hotels and so many more to mention are all there waiting for you. But you left everything and ran after a man who threw you in the mud at last.

She stared at her and said, "I don't know what you used to let Grandpa leave you in the villa, but I know that you want to deal with Rose, right?" Kelly didn't hide anything. "Yes." Anastasia looked at her with a more profound look. "You're quite obsessed with her." Kelly felt extremely humiliated. However, she didn't say anything but smiled faintly. "My method can only add trouble to Rose. If you don't mind it, you can order me to do anything, just like before …" She didn't intend to reveal her identity at this time. Her identity as the heiress to the Young family could only be discovered by someone else. She had thrown out a bait, and all that was left was to wait for Oliver to discover.