The Forgotten Heiress Novels & Stories

**ADRIAN** Adrian stood at the back of the ballroom, his champagne glass frozen halfway to his mouth. Heiress. The word kept repeating in his head. Heiress to the Ashford legacy. Not just some distant family member. Not just the daughter of a wealthy businessman. The heiress. The entire Ashford empire. Hotels. Resorts. Real estate. Investments spanning the entire country. And Kira was at the center of it all. Adrian’s hand tightened around his glass.

The twelve and a half million dollars from his family's settlement was only the beginning. There was another two hundred and eighty-six million from the buyout of my half of the mansion. Enough money to ensure I'd never have to work another day in my life. Enough to start over anywhere in the world. Enough to tempt anyone. I refused every cent. Money couldn't erase betrayal. It couldn't buy back the years I'd lost. And it certainly couldn't make me forget the woman my husband had chosen over me. Since then, my phone has been flooded with calls from my mother and my stepfamily. I still don't know how they found out, or if they're calling for an entirely different reason.

He declared in a deep voice and Cara lowered her head, wiping a lone tear that trickled down her cheek. “You’ve only one choice. Submit to me!” As he spoke, she felt a shiver run down her spine at the deep resonance of his voice. Cara lifted her gaze to him, and her gloomy hazel eyes met with intriguing grey eyes. *** Where would this forbidden relationship take them? What led the heiress of the most powerful business empire to live under the identity of a deceased girl? Will the hidden heiress ever regain her rightful identity? Who will be Cara’s savior?

Her voice broke the silence: “Your heir fails. I am the Blood Moon’s true heir.” John gasped, Sarah’s sword dropped from her hand. The earth cracked around them and the Forgotten rose from beneath Black Hollow.

Now, as I told her everything I remembered from our first meeting, I realized that I never truly hated her, no. I was angry at myself, I was the broken one, not her. I was so blinded by what I thought was love… “So…did you find out if I really was the heiress they were searching for?” Even as she asked the question, there was a twinkle of amusement in her eyes, she believed every word I said, she just couldn't come to terms with the fact that they'd made such a mistake. I fought back a smile, “It depends,” I shrugged, “How much do you know about your mom's past?”

Is an answer I didn't know I had. "Forget what?" The brown-haired girl queries as we both inspect everything else but each other. "Forget that he has a sinister past. That he murdered his parents. Including a lot more people. As well as him being immortal and that he's genetically modified. Maybe that huh?" I answer finally sitting up and watching her reaction.

"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.

He asked and laughed once again on his own joke. Anastasia didn't say anything. That's what she wanted. She wanted to know the truth of her life. She wanted to know how her parents died. She wanted to know why he adopted her in childhood. She wanted to know what he did to Darius that Darius forcefully married her to take revenge on him. She wanted to know what he wanted from her. She wanted to know why he tried to kill her three years ago. She wanted to know why he killed Serena three years ago. She wanted to know everything. Ladies and gentlemen, you guessed it right! She remembered everything. Every single thing of her forgotten past. No! She magically didn't remember these things. It was

Plans on how to get acquitted with the person into winning favouritism would be the next thing on their minds. Through the spotlight in the gathering of hundreds of elites, a lady emerged and sauntered through the crowd in elegance with her every step exuding confidence and allure. A hush fell over the room as a spotlight illuminated the figure gracefully making her way toward the centre stage, Heads turned collectively to catch the shock that first occurred to them. 'The heir was a female?!' They all wondered. "I hereby announce Zoe Oliver, the only surviving granddaughter of Sinclair Francis, as the new heiress to the corporation."

The four of us stared at the photocopy of the property transfer agreement, fear written all over our faces. Our ages matched the real heiress. While we had already tried to claim the family, every single one of us ended up dead. So was there really an heiress here? "Is it possible there isn't an heiress here at the orphanage, and you're looking in the wrong place?" Rebecca Vargas cautiously asked Yvette Warren, secretary to billionaire Orson Cox. The smile on Yvette's face never changed. "Mr. Cox already confirmed it. The heiress is here. We just don't know which one of you she is yet."