The Forgotten Heiress Kathleen Novels & Stories

And that someone used to be Shane Ryder until Clare claimed him as hers. That night was one of the worst ones I’ve ever experienced. So I push the thought to the back of my mind. Clare is still talking my ear off about how amazing everything looks when two girls walk towards us and I immediately want to run away. It’s Megan Rose and Eden Park, Clare Haistings friends. They both look absolutely amazing in their matching satin oval green dresses and strappy heels. They’ve always matched and I thought it was childish at first then I realized that Clare encourages it only because she looks like a main character when she’s with them.They are mean girls that Clare uses to hide behind in order to k

You learned more from a maid in three days than from a month of formal introductions. "How long have you been here?" Celeste asked. Kendra's eyes stayed down. "A while." "And before?" A small pause. Her fingers moved to the next button. "Somewhere else." Celeste studied her in the mirror. Young — twenty, maybe. Dark eyes that gave very little away. There was a quality to her stillness that felt practiced rather than natural, the stillness of someone who had learned it rather than been born to it. She would be useful. And she seemed, at least, to be discreet.

“She blocked all of us?” Julian looked at the box. “She isn’t trying to make us chase her. She’s cutting ties.” Ethan tightened his hand around the returned badge. “Impossible. She loved me for ten years. She can’t really not want me.” Mason came downstairs then. His face turned cold when he saw the box. Ethan looked up. “Where is she?” Mason looked at them. “You missed the succession ceremony. You also missed the last time she waited for you to turn back.”

“This is no coincidence.” Bianca hesitated before speaking. “Sir, if she’s alive, this could complicate things for your brother.” “Complicate?” I laughed darkly. “No, Bianca. This simplifies everything. The Gomez fortune is in flux, and an estranged heiress is the perfect key to unlock it.” Marco’s brow furrowed. “What’s the plan, sir?” “Plan? No plans,” I said, standing and adjusting my suit. Bianca blinked, confused. “But I thought you wouldn’t—”

Aunt Lindy’s gaze remained sharp and suspicious. “I only wanted to make a small garden here, at the back of the mansion,” Aeliana said calmly. Aunt Lindy’s mouth fell open again, disbelief clear in her expression. “I just felt bored inside,” Aeliana added softly, “so I thought I’d start a garden.” “How did you know where the machete was kept?” Aunt Lindy asked, her voice tense, her eyes still filled with suspicion. That question struck Aeliana still. Indeed—how did she know? How did she know there was a storage room at the back of the mansion at all? She had simply gone there instinctively, her body moving as though it remembered something her mind could not.

Walter advise her. She glared at him. Hydra won't listen to him even he said what will happen if the power is not used properly. "I am now your queen, Walter. My mom is just a part of my hell memories. She killed herself without even thinking about me! She's a selfish one and I hated her!" After that Hydra told him to left. Her decision is fixed. At her young age, she called her legions and come with them to assassinated every small town near them by taking the Heart of Magic with her.

Corvin met them in the courtyard with an armed escort, which told me immediately that we weren't in a position to assume all travelers were friendly. "I'm Vex," one of the women said, pushing back her hood to reveal dark skin, braided hair with silver threads running through them, and scars that ran down one side of her face. "We're scouts from the southern expedition. We were sent to check on the mountain settlements, see if anyone had survived the initial attacks." "From where?" Corvin asked carefully. "From Karenthel. There's a functioning government still there, or at least there was when we left two weeks ago. The city held against the initial assault, and they've been organizing some k

Then the two of them lunged at each other, brawling like common street thugs, clawing and tearing. Just then, a manic laugh echoed down from upstairs. Cathleen appeared at the top of the staircase, wearing the same haute couture gown she'd flaunted at that fateful banquet. She clutched the share transfer document—the one Gary had signed—tightly to her chest. She stumbled down the stairs. "I'm the chairman! I'm the Newark Group heiress! Everyone has to listen to me!" Her hair hung in tangled strings. Her eyes were vacant and unfocused. She had clearly snapped.

"You keep underestimating me and it'll be your downfall." The certainty in her voice sends a chill down my spine. She’s not bluffing. She genuinely believes she can make evidence vanish and the worst part is, she probably could. "If only you'd put this much effort into studying—" I force my voice to stay steady, making sure every word hits."—you'd have gotten so far in life by now and maybe you would have found happiness." I pause, letting my gaze drift over her designer clothes, her perfectly styled hair, the expensive jewelry adorning her wrists and neck. All of it is bought with my parents' money. All of it stolen from the life that should have been mine alone.

“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.