The Forgotten Heiress Kathleen Novels & Stories

She snatched the pot off the heat. She poured the cocoa. She put in the marshmallows. She watched them melt, dissolving into white sludge. The Secret Heir. She looked at Ethan. He was drinking his cocoa, his eyes fixed on the hallway, listening to the helicopters. He was the only thing that mattered. Not the company. Not the brand. Him. But if she lost the company... if she lost her income, her power, her lawyers... how could she protect him from Liam? How could she stop the Cross Empire from simply absorbing them both?

But who could have imagined that I had only been three years abroad, but he'd proudly bring his mistress home and let her humiliate me like this? I couldn't hold back the grief and rage. I screamed, "I'm the Shea heiress. If any of you will help me, the Shea family will hand over our domestic assets!" Before the words finished, a bridesmaid pummeled my abdomen with a few hard fists. Pain shot through me, and I collapsed to the floor. Evelyn looked down at me with contempt. "The Shea heiress? Everyone knows the Shea family is abroad. Strip her." I struggled, and the flash drive holding our core technology slipped from my pocket. I reached for it, but Evelyn grabbed it first.

Filled with perfect hair and eyes colder than the winter, I knew that it was Margot Steele. The caption was succinct in a way that made my mouth go dry: BREAKING: Steele Matriarch Tied to Fraudulent Merger Funds. I exhaled a single profanity into the dark and feel something ugly and ancient lift inside me, stretching, waking. This is bigger than a sister raised by wolves and a brother returned with teeth. This is the hand that set the first fire and taught the arsonists how to breathe smoke.

“I mean we were never told this specifically. I actually came across Rachel just before she attacked you, a week before, perhaps? She was talking to the librarian, demanding to know where Lowenstein was. But Mrs. Heevan told her that not even the Director knew. But that he just lived somewhere deep in the marshes. You do know there are chunks of the islands that are still unexplored, right?” “Really?” I frown. “But they’re so small—” “They look small from the outside, a mirage, if you will.” Kathleen shrugs. “But I can see through any mirages. They’re actually massive. I guess that’s why we’ve been told not to venture too deep into the forests.”

I gasped when it revealed someone, I thought I’ll never see again. “Kathleen?” Javier’s eyes narrowed at me as I mentioned her name. I looked around only to see half of the people in the room recovering from the sudden bang. “You know her?” I stood up from the throne, answering him, “She’s my childhood friend. She gave me the doll Queen Zoraida shifted Delilah’s soul into, long ago.” “Why is she here then?” As Javier asked me that, Kathleen strode forward, with a devious grin.

“What do you work in?” “I work at St. Clair. It’s a fashion house,” she told him. “I’ve heard of that,” he replied and squinted at her. “Aren’t you the heiress of it? I’ve seen your face online.” Clara blushed at the attention. “I might be,” she said. “It’s a good idea to not admit to being dirty rich,” Caiden agreed. “You never know who will try to go after your money.” He checked his watch and Clara gulped. She needed to something to keep his attention and to make sure they saw each other again. The demon king had made it sound like all they needed to do was see each other. They had done that and Caiden still hadn’t regained his memories.

she muttered, and I could picture her grinning like the chaos instigator she was. I shook my head, smiling despite the weight of what we were dealing with. “Back on track—Kathleen’s gone. Disappeared right after Whitney was arrested. They think she went into hiding.” Beth’s tone sobered instantly. “Where?” “Unknown. She’s not using her old accounts. Might’ve had help. She used to have contacts from her consulting days—offshore, private investigators, high-level clients. She knows how to vanish.” “Great,” Beth muttered. “A fugitive ex with unlimited resources and a personal grudge. Just what every pregnant woman wants on her bingo card.”

He said. "I've been working my butt off for everyone all my life" "And It's time for me to step down and enjoy the rest of my life" I was so shocked. Don't tell me. "It's time to introduce the new successor of Madden Group of Hospitals and Madden Realty Group" No way. Not yet. "Let me introduce to you, my one and only heiress, the reason for all of my hard work. Soline Madden" My mouth dropped. I want to throw tantrums at dad but everyone is looking at me including the men I slept with.

I dialed the number and rang four times until the filthy bastard picked up "I hear you're coming to see your long-lost uncle. You won't even last a month on this throne. My son, the rightful heir will annex the throne. Today you manage to swoon me, I promise my people won't hunt for a week. I keep my promises, you got that from me along with many other things...I miss your pretty little mother, such a shame she's not here with me. See you soon.....nephew.."

I said as I sat back down and tried to keep the irritation out of my voice. "Forget the investors you already have and start thinking about the one who just landed back in the country, because word is that the Great Thorne Heiress—the real one, the one with the trust fund that hasn't been touched in three years—is looking for a new project to dump her excess capital into," Beatrice said, and I felt a sudden jolt of electricity run through my chest that made me sit up straight.