The Disowned Heiress: Fire And Ashes Novels & Stories

"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.

The fire in the hearth had burned low, its warmth barely reaching the edges of the room. Ashley stared into the dying flames, her mind swirling with the events that had led them to this point. The memories of Adonis haunted her, his touch, his words, the way he had held power over her in a way that both terrified and exhilarated her. She had been a prisoner to his whims, and yet, somewhere in the twisted web of their relationship, she had found herself drawn to him in ways she couldn’t explain. But now, the fear outweighed everything else. Her sister shifted beside her, breaking the silence. "How long do you think we can stay here?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

She asked. “What kind of dark things do you have in your mind? Tell me all of them.” He whispered in her ears while tightening his hug. Sofia had never been a dark minded person before. She had a good childhood and a relatively healthy upbringing and personality so wishing destruction and death upon someone never crossed her mind. It was until she was killed. In her mind, she asked herself, what would Gilda do? What would this vengeful black widow archetype she has created do? And the answer was simple. She wanted to destroy him until there’s nothing but ashes.

“And you, darling, have a score to settle. Her eyes burned with malice as she circled Anaïs. “First, you undermine the queen Lilith, parading the award ceremony with Cael Moraine, and then you turned the industry against Sheryl. That wasn't enough, you also went further to steal my opportunity to stardom!” “I didn't steal any… Anaïs didn't complete her statement before Agnes slapped her across the face. “Easy Agnes, easy, we don't want to rough her up yet” a slow voice called across the room. Sheryl's voice.

Within seconds, fire raced upward, devouring the fabric with terrifying hunger. Selena gasped in horror, but before she could escape, the masked man seized her again and struck her at the back of the neck. Her world turned black. By the time the fire raged across the room, he had already vanished into the stormy night. Flames spread quickly, swallowing the mansion. Many of the sleeping maids never made it out alive. FLASHBACK OVER When Selena opened her eyes again, she was no longer in her room. Instead, she found herself in a cold, damp basement. Chains clung to her wrists and ankles like the cruel bite of an animal trap.

“There’s only three of us—” “There were only three of us at the Manor of Ash, and we burned it to the ground,” Mira said, pulling a rifle from a hidden panel in the wall. “If we fall today, we fall fighting. But if we survive, we end this.” Ivy looked at Aiden, who gave her a nod of reassurance. “I’m tired of running,” she whispered. And for the first time, Ivy felt the fire of something ancient awaken within her—a force that had been buried deep in her bloodline. The force of the heir.

She was the undisputed, unlisted heiress to an empire that no longer had a throne. "Mamma..." she whispered, her tiny hand reaching up to touch the cold, salt-encrusted skin of my cheek. Her voice was single-layered now, completely clear of the old corporate Queen’s malice, but carrying an ancient, terrifying weight of absolute sovereignty. "The... the ledger is perfectly balanced now. The old house is dead." "The old house is dead, baby," I whispered back, my hot tears finally falling onto her smooth forehead, washing away the gray granite dust of the city we had burned to the ground.

She intended to stay that way. When the lantern finally guttered and the others drifted off, Phyna remained a few minutes longer under the cold stars. The Academy walls rose black against the sky. Somewhere beyond them the favored heirs and crest-wearing sons were already rewriting the day’s events into something that protected their pride. Let them. Whispers were only wind until they turned into something sharper. She returned the blade, walked back through the quiet compound, and lay down on the thin mattress without bothering to remove her boots.

The man didn't run to me. He didn't howl. Ashford walked across the salt-slurry with the steady, heavy gait of a soldier who had already seen the end of the world and found it repetitive. His tattered cloak flapped in the black wind, the fabric sounding like the beating of a thousand crow wings. "The fire was a lie, Amara," Ashford said. His voice was a match struck in a quiet room. "I didn't burn the kitchen to kill your mother. I burned it to kill the Council’s scent."

She needed to prepare. Land Under Heaven was a sweeping story of power, betrayal, and seduction. The female lead was righteous, guiding the male protagonist to ascend to power. The supporting female lead, however, used every vile method imaginable to undermine her, making enemies and committing acts that would be condemned by society. In the end, she was forced to leap from a cliff, a dramatic end that cemented the female lead’s triumph. Isabella felt a thrill run through her. This was a challenging, fiery role — one that could showcase everything she had been training for.