The Forgotten Heiress Novels & Stories

“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.

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

But her fingers curled around it like a promise made in smoke. VAIRO FAMILY ARCHIVES TIME: UNKNOWN A new shrine was being built. Not for Morrow. But for the one who vanished. Old Vairo loyalists had begun whispering in back rooms. About a ghost. A queen who left no record. A woman who didn’t need a name to be feared. The Forgotten Daughter. And somewhere… someone just lit the first candle in her name. LOCATION: UNDERCITY – GLASSHOUSE SAFEHOUSE TIME: 6:44 a.m. The city wasn’t awake yet.

All he had was one thought in his mind. ‘She knows.’ He did not have the courage to wonder how much grief and despair Morgan had to have been in when she discovered the truth. Verde destroyed her dream to dance, and the husband she loved was an accomplice of that very same woman who ruined her. He was an utter piece of trash. “Mr. Howard, are you listening?” Anthony’s repeated calls brought Elwood’s mind back to the present. “I looked into Mrs. Howard just now. She’s actually the heiress of Sala Corporation.

Harold's slow decline would continue until he was declared mentally incompetent. The family fortune would transfer to his surviving daughter and her husband. And the troublesome stepdaughter who had once threatened to expose Margaret's secrets would remain buried in an Australian hell, her identity systematically erased along with any danger she might have posed. The missing heiress had become just another tragic story, a reminder of how quickly privilege could turn to vulnerability in a dangerous world. But in that Australian facility, the woman who had once been Jezza Clarksville was about to prove that some people were far more dangerous than the world that tried to destroy them.

“Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.” Elara closed her eyes. For the first time, she did not deny. She did not flee. She accepted. The flames wrapped around her, and the ruins trembled with awakening power. ---

And then, a newspaper article dated nearly forty years ago. “Mysterious Heiress Marries Into the Aragon Bloodline — A Secret Legacy Surfaces” “My mother was… from Spain?” Valeria asked, her voice trembling. “She wasn’t just from there,” Damien said. “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.”

I took her to the hospital, and when I heard she lost her memories, I was momentarily thrilled. I thought I could finally use her as a pawn to get what I wanted. But when I saw her, I decided to test her intelligence to see if she was genuinely suffering from amnesia. To my surprise, she was pretending. So, I had to switch plans and resort to blackmailing her. I dropped her picture, my eyes scanning the calendar on my desk. My court case was approaching quickly. I needed to speak with Evelyn to be fast with her revenge plan. With my court case around the corner, I required her full attention. Once that was taken care of, I would decide what to do with her.

she never failed to remind me of that stupid thing I did but I was not ready to let that deter me or make me regret fighting for what I truly wanted. “I didn’t leave. I forgot.” I slammed the marriage certificate down on her coffee table. “But you knew. You knew where I was. You knew I had no idea. And you still kept him from me! Why? Why didnt you come back looking for me and why was it that when you finally came back, you hid from me? You djdnt only hide yourself, you hid my child as well? Why did you do that?'

“So why disguise to get me off there when you can send someone do that as a billionaire child.” “A billionaire child?” he chuckled. “Who is hidden from the public.” he completed the sentence, and I nodded. I then understood, the chairman decided to hide him or maybe erase his existence by enriching him and delete him off list. “I know you’re my half-brother’s fiancé—Evan.” he broke the silence. The part he touched made my heart pumped so fast, my stomach turning. I can’t even understand what is trying to get at. “I know how much you love each other and all that.”