The Disowned Heiress: Fire And Ashes Mga Nobela at Kwento

“If he threatens you with a lawsuit, walk out and I’ll handle it. Okay?” I took a deep breath. “Okay.” “Good.” “Thank you, Blake.” I opened the car door and stepped out. The closer I got to the company, the louder my heartbeat became. But Blake’s words stayed with me. I shouldn’t be shaken. Not when this company was actually mine. Get yourself together, Athena. Don’t forget who you are. Athena Mallway. The heiress of Mallway Holdings. Don’t forget that. By the time I stepped inside the building, I was ready for whatever waited ahead.

“My girl… Queen of Ashes.” Outside, Alec watched from the doorframe. Zara rose and walked to him—her brand relaunch on the line, her family safe, her rival presumed drowned. She pressed her lips to his, fierce and sudden. “I’m not done burning,” she whispered. “But with you… I’ll burn for us.” He smiled, pulling her close. “Then let’s set this world aflame.”

But tonight… she just missed her mother. Would she have let me go? Would she have understood? Ashara pressed her palm to the glass of her bedroom window. Outside, lightning danced across the sky. Why do I feel like I’m on fire… and no one sees it but me? ⸻ A Hidden Fire She didn’t know it yet. She didn’t know that the ache in her chest wasn’t grief—it was power. That the dreams she’d been having, the ones with teeth and wings and crimson moons, weren’t dreams at all—they were memories.

he said, “now that we’re back, can you please explain what’s going on?” Mia leaned forward. “It wasn’t Callum’s parents again, was it?” Callum’s expression tightened. “Not exactly.” I sighed and decided to just get right into it. “Bianca has been named heir.” “What?” Mia breathed. I took a deep breath and explained everything. My father’s strange behavior, the witch, Ambrose, Bianca showing up with a tiara on her head. It still felt unreal, saying it out loud. I kept glancing at my pillow, hoping that I would wake up and find it had all been a bad dream.

I was going to use this job to betray him and it made me feel, I mean I was going to dig through his private papers and somehow find a a way to ruin him which I one it’s going to me so hard but I had to find a way. I sat up in bed, holding the note my stomach felt tight. I had to do this, for Asher I repeated it in my head like a prayer. After what seemed like forever I finally got myself up and headed for a shower. I got dressed in one of the professional outfits Dante's stylist had designed, I never thought I’d be using theses clothes but here I was. I looked at myself in the mirror trying to smile, but it looked fake. I went downstairs meeting Esmeralda at the kitchen.

Flames reflected in her hair like molten copper. “You believe this is your city?” she hissed, as a squadron of soldiers fell before the stranger’s ghost-like strikes. “It is mine! And I am the fire that consumes all who oppose me.” Yet even Ash, goddess of fire and dominion, felt a flicker of fear. This unknown adversary was a force beyond either queen a variable neither could control, a storm that would reshape the battlefield. The stranger’s trail led Bianca and Ash to the heart of the burning fortress, a central courtyard, ablaze, twisted steel framing the chaos. Flames roared, shadows danced, and the smell of molten metal filled the air.

“You are heir to more than Sterling blood. You are heir to the forgotten throne. Heir of the goddess cast aside.” Her throat tightened. “No… I’m just—” “You are the flame reborn,” the spirit interrupted, voice fierce. “And the world will bow. Ash to ash. Fire to fire. You will rise, or you will burn.” The fire surged higher, enveloping her in light. She felt heat course through her veins, fierce but not destroying. It was power. Claiming her. Becoming her. Tears blurred her vision. “I can’t—” “You already are,” the spirit whispered. “Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.”

She died on that prison floor. The woman stepping out of this shower was Alyssa White. The sole heir to an empire.

The voice on the other end was nothing but deferential. "Ha! You little tramp, roping in some stooge to play along with your little act. What's the going rate for that these days? Or did you just scrape up some sleazy gigolo to fill in?" mocked Lydia venomously. Asher's face went stone-cold on the other end. Someone insulted the Foster Group's princess? That was a one-way ticket to trouble. "Miss, did you run into some kind of mess over there? Need me to come over with backup?" Asher was all business.

"No, e. I just saw it now." "She's a daughter of a famous tycoon and a former actress. Unica hija is therefore the only heir. Graduated with latin honors in Ateneo. My cousin proposed to her but didn't answer. She said she already likes someone," he continued. I have no interest in the speaker's personal life. "He mentioned a name there in the magazine, e. I just forgot." It was a pain in the ass. I could barely understand what the speaker was saying because Harry was speaking next to me. If I only knew he's still that talkative, I should have avoided him.