The Emerald Heiress Novels & Stories

“Lucas wanted you to have this. One day where the weight isn’t on you. He said you deserve to feel pretty. Powerful. Alive.” I met her eyes in the glass. “He’s too good to me.” “He’s exactly good enough.” She smiled. “Now let’s find shoes. And jewelry. We’re not leaving until you feel like the queen you are.” I laughed. The sound surprised me. We stepped back into the main floor. Helena waved the saleswoman over. “We’ll take the emerald. And whatever matches.” I wandered toward the jewelry cases while they talked sizes. Necklaces glittered under soft lights—simple chains, bold stones, delicate pieces that caught my eye. One caught me completely: a thin silver chain with a single emerald drop

I felt like a new being, the usual cold breeze now turned hot on my skin. “Silver!” a familiar voice called. This could only be one person. I darted my eyes to confirm my doubts. It was Amelia. Of course, she was. Wrapped in a golden-colored gown that fitted her curvy frame, her golden hair pinned like a crown around her cruel, perfect face. She was her mother’s favorite. The pack’s pride. The heir to everything I had never been allowed to dream of. “I am sorry for keeping you waiting.” “Still alive?” she said, sipping from the silver tea cup she was holding, as if it offended her that I still drew breathe.

I knew what I looked like — hollowed-out eyes, salt-stained cheeks, hair tangled like seaweed. Valerie Damer. The name tasted bitter now. She had worked so hard. Sacrificed everything. Bent herself into something palatable, small, pleasing. All to be worthy of a man who’d never once bled for her the way she bled for him. My fingers shook as I reached for the necklace around my neck — the cheap silver chain Theo had given me on our first anniversary. A key charm, tiny and delicate. He’d told me I was the only one who had the key to his heart.

Business was quiet in the first week of Radiant's opening. That was until Calvin brought someone along with him. It was none other than Marilyn Bose, a celebrity actress who had won numerous awards. A pair of sunglasses was perched on her nose, and she carried a redwood box. She opened the box to reveal a broken emerald necklace, which she said was an antique heirloom passed down through generations since the late 19th century. The emerald had been mined from a region well-known for producing emeralds with extraordinary, almost glass-like translucency and was incredibly valuable.

After all, it'll become the key weapon the fake heiress uses to bring her down later. Looking at the messages, I sneered inwardly. It was the same trick yet again. This time, however, the script needed rewriting. I turned and walked straight into the room where the family heirloom was kept. Ten minutes later, the family's old butler, Caleb Hughes, ran into the hall with a panicked expression, heading straight for Dad. "Sir! Something terrible has happened! The emerald ring your father left behind is missing from the study!" Dad's expression changed. "What? That's a family heirloom! Who went to the study just now?"

Wren Isabella's own daughter, born the following year and named simply Isabella, in honor of the great-great-aunt whose own courage had first set this entire remarkable story in motion, brought the family's seventh generation into a world already shaped, completely and deliberately, by nearly a century of accumulated honesty.

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Her words came out as a mere whisper, “Is it.. isn’t it..!” “Yes. It’s the Scared ROSE RUBY of us Werewolves blessed to our ancestors from the moon goddess. Emerald had always adored it when he was a child. But I promised myself to give it to him only after he got a girl for himself. Now the day has come. I can give it to him. He will be happy.” The lady replied caressing the box and somewhat lost in memories, may be the ones that belonged to Child-version of Emerald.

He liked to touch her and to kiss her forehead! When she looked up again, it was to notice his expression had clouded, and he looked.... so unsure, hesitant, and before Emily could ask what was wrong, he took her hand, opened her palm and dropped something in it. Emily opened her palm and saw an emerald necklace. Not pearl or jewels but a single emerald stone attached to a chain the same shade as her eyes and looked up with a question in her eyes. “Did you buy it?” He shook his head. “It was my mother's I want you to have it.”

she murmured, placing her phone on the table for him to view. On the glowing screen, Triple Blade recognized the chat box from the Emeraldshade forum. His eyebrows knitted together in realization, "So, the elusive Emerald Crab is a lady and the heiress of the King Family." He met her gaze, "Was today's meeting not an innocent gathering, but a calculated trap?" Helma tilted her head with a playful smile, "Whether it's an innocent meeting or a trap, well, that's up to you. Care to sit and chat?" Triple Blade hesitated for a moment, then sat back down, watching her warily. Helma filled another cup and passed it over.