The Forgotten Heiress Kathleen Novels & Stories

Not because there was nothing to say but because everything we could say was too large to fit into words yet. I stared out the oval window, watching darkness swallow the wing, my reflection faintly visible in the glass. I barely recognized the woman looking back at me. Her hair was tangled, her eyes too sharp, too awake. There were faint scratches along her collarbone and wrist—souvenirs from a rooftop where the truth finally stopped hiding. I wasn’t the Hidden Heiress anymore. I wasn’t the substitute. I was the girl whose grandfather had signed her death warrant before she was old enough to understand what betrayal looked like.

But the burn didn’t ease the knot in his chest. The news flashed on TV. “In breaking news, the missing Hartman heiress has been found alive after twenty-three years…” Adrian froze. The screen showed Evelyn stepping from a black car, surrounded by cameras. “She’s the missing Hartman heiress,” he whispered. Charlotte paled. “That’s impossible.” Adrian barely heard her. Every cruel word he’d thrown at Evelyn echoed in his head. He’d called her a gold digger, said she didn’t belong. Now she was the richest woman in New York.

“Oh, remember the witch we saw in the woods? The day the rogues attacked? She was doing some hocus pocus that day.” My heart skipped a beat. How could have I forgotten about that day? I remembered that day clearly. That hooded woman was doing some weird things with her hand while sitting on his back… Nathan’s back. It was unfortunate enough that they escaped that day and even worse that I had forgotten about them. Life had been chaotic enough. On top of finding out that I was the heir to the throne and training to be the queen my people deserved, I had had to deal with my ex mate and his craziness.

Consort Devan laughed, as though she had just heard the most ridiculous joke in the world. “You think I’m jealous? Of the favor of that rotten old man?” “Devan! Have you gone mad? I’m going to tell the Emperor! I’m going to tell him you insulted—” Consort Devan shot her a cold, sinister look, instantly silencing her. Then, word by word, she said— “Katherine… I wonder if you remember the name… Natalie Frostman?” “You… you…” Vivienne faltered, unable to continue. “Cut! Do it again!” Phil snapped.

The phone on the nightstand buzzed—a notification from a news app. BREAKING: ST. CLAIRE HEIRESS DISAPPEARS AFTER GALA SCANDAL. SPOTTED IN BLACKWOOD MAYBACH. I didn't look at the screen. I looked at Killian, my hands reaching for the hem of the black silk. "Don't make me wait, Little St. Claire," he growled. "You're on my clock now."

“Smart girl. Don’t worry — I’m not interested in your little love story. I have bigger plans.” He walked to the desk and handed me an envelope — thick, unmarked. “This will cover the exact amount. No more, no less. Deliver it to Heather, and she’ll have no excuse to linger.” I took it, my hands shaking. It was heavier than I expected, like it carried more than just money. “And the favor?” I asked quietly. “When?” His gaze turned cold and his mouth curved into a grin before he said, “It wouldn't be fun if I tell you now, would it, princess?"

“She was born into the Aragon family. One of the oldest bloodlines in Europe,one tied to monarchs, secret societies, and buried power. She disappeared after her marriage, changed her name, and vanished from public records. But she didn’t disappear to escape the scandal.” Valeria dropped the article. Her knees felt weak. “She disappeared… to protect someone.” Damien nodded. “You. And now… Stephanie.” Ares stepped forward, disbelief darkening his features. “So you’re saying my daughter is heir to some hidden European dynasty?” Damien gave him a cold look. “If she’s your daughter.” Valeria cut in before they could argue again. “What does this mean for her now? Why is someone threatening her?”

Not only that, my sister Karen had yet to check in as well. When I had heard that the heir of the Bells line would be attending I knew I had to capture them at any cost. Michigan had been a thorn in my side, especially when it came to borders and laws; having a captive so high in the pack would have assured me a peaceful surrender and put me ten years ahead of schedule. What I did not expect was the heir to be a young woman. The last heir had been Heathcliff of pack Moon Harvest, who had stopped making public appearances twenty six years ago; now I knew why.

he called as softly as he could and got their attention when he got closer. Dean was surprised to see him. But he can't hide his happiness. He misses him after a week of not seeing him. He misses Sean terribly. "Bun, you're here! When did you arrive? Why didn't you tell me?" he exclaims happily using his pet name for him for the first time since they made up. Employees that are present at the lobby stare at their boss in astonishment. But what got their attention more is Sean’s presence. Sean, the infamous heir of Chairman Stuart Williams. The eldest son of the Williams. The heir of the Empire Group of Companies. The lost prince.

Jarred’s words caught in his throat, and he felt a wave of nausea at the realization that his ex-wife, whom he had constantly insulted and demeaned, was actually a member of a wealthy conglomerate, and an heiress at that. For the rest of the evening, Agnes and Jarred couldn’t focus on anything but Celene. They watched as she confidently mingled with the guests, effortlessly playing the role of a successful businesswoman. They couldn’t believe that the same girl they had known for years was now the heiress of a billion-dollar company. As the night went on, Martha and Jarred’s minds were filled with questions. How could Celene have kept such a big secret from them? And why did she lie about be