Novel & Cerita The Forgotten Heiress

I had made it this far without handouts, no reason to start now. So instead, I hailed a cab and went straight back to the Ashford mansion. Once home, I collapsed onto my bed, exhaustion pinning me down like gravity. I must’ve dozed off because when I opened my eyes again, it was already late into the night. The silence in the mansion was unnerving. Then I remembered… Mr. Ashford. I shot up. I hadn’t checked on him all day. Instinctively, I reached under my pillow, where I had hidden the will he’d given me.

The one I convinced myself was nothing more than a burden. I chose Annette, and I have never once questioned that decision. Not until today. Estelle, the girl I considered discarded shoes, was now worn by my rival, Zen. The irony; what I cast aside now looked more polished, elevated, far more valuable than when it belonged to me. Zen, that illegitimate bastard stood there, tall and smug, lifting his hand just enough for the cameras to catch a gleam of the ring. Her ring. The ring that she gave him.

Why is she saying this? “We didn’t come here to listen to your threats, young lady,” Silvanus said sharply. “Whatever our purpose is, it no longer concerns you.” “Doesn’t concern me?” she snapped. “I am the heiress of the Monroe clan! That Aeliana you’re defending is nothing more than a copy of my face!” Her voice rose, venomous and proud. Silvanus’s expression didn’t waver. “Let’s see about that. My wife is always willing to listen—especially after everything she’s endured.”

Not the Voss family one. The one she barely touched. It wasn’t much. But it was enough to start. Enough to disappear. A small, determined smile formed on her lips. “You took everything from me,” she whispered, her eyes darkening slightly. “But you forgot one thing…” Herself. They underestimated her. They always did. But that was about to change. An hour later. Elara stood in a small, quiet hotel room. Nothing like the mansion. No chandeliers. No marble floors.

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.

“For training.” I smiled despite myself. “Tell her thank you.” The maid hesitated. “Actually…” “What?” “She said not to thank her.” I frowned. “Why?” “You’ll understand later.” Strange… very strange. That evening, I wandered into the library again, this time not to read but because I wanted silence. I returned yesterday’s books. The librarian smiled nervously. “I found something else you may enjoy.” He placed a slim volume before me. It wasn’t about kings or bloodlines or prophecies. Its title read; Forgotten Women of the First Kingdom.

“None of your business” “If you keep up with that attitude, you will lose her in blink of an eye. She is the lost heiress of Cage Industries. A woman with the kind of wealth that would match yours. Many want that kind of inheritance. She is all alone fighting her enemies” I could hear Lennox laugh softly. That had annoyed me a lot. “What’s so funny?” “I’m impressed on how she could hide herself from the public all these years. Are you not curious on what happened to her eight years ago?”

Astrid found the Women’s Etiquette class to be as bad as she feared and her thoughts meandered as Mrs Bellmar repeated the ‘women are servants’ speech again. She is Princess Astrid Nara Katrall, the true heir to the Kaltharian throne. Does she really want to be a Queen? People have sacrificed their very lives and outlawed themselves permanently for her. Just for her. She remembered all the risks she had taken with her own life as a thief, never knowing that thousands, maybe tens of thousands of people depended on her.

Behind her, she could hear Marian and Zoe returning their attention to the television. Within seconds, they were laughing again. Amber kept walking. When she reached her room, she closed the door behind her quietly. Then she walked toward the window. The massive estate stretched before her. Beautiful. Expensive. And built partly with money that should have belonged to her mother. Her fingers tightened around the gown. Sixteen years ago, they threw her away, now they wanted her back. Amber looked toward the skyline beyond the estate walls. A faint smile touched her lips.

I regretted how I welcomed her with open arms, how I tried to love her. And then, I decided to make everyone see her for who she really was. But that failed too. Why would they believe the villain when they already had their precious heroine in mind? The sun began to set on the horizon, casting a soft orange glow over the park. My phone buzzed incessantly in my pocket. I pulled it out. “Miss Moretti, the investigation you requested—about your family’s shipment accident and the missing funds at the casino—it’s finished.” My pulse spiked, though I kept my voice steady. “Emily Moretti organized the accident, didn’t she?”