The Forgotten Heiress Novels & Stories

That had driven her determination to get close to Lily. Lily, on the other hand, had a reason for accepting the lunch date. From the memories of the original owner of the body, she found out Celina's identity. If Mark were the prince of the tech world, then Celina would be the princess. Mrs Williams, Celina's mother, is an international model with international companies that are into fashion and cosmetics. Having someone like her around would help Lily solve some minor and even major problems her new company might have to face. With that in mind, she happily collected the card and promised to call her.

For years she'd inherited secrets. Harbor. The estate. The Dickson name. Maybe it was time to leave behind something different. Something built from love instead of power. Outside, snow continued to fall. And somewhere in the pages of history, a forgotten woman named Eleanor was finally about to be remembered.

A fragment of family, of meaning. But what she found was far more than origin—it was inheritance. Legacy. Magic. And the bone-deep weight of a buried war that had never truly ended. With trembling hands, she returned the Book of Beasts to its pedestal, feeling its reluctant parting like a thread being severed. Dust still veiled most of the archive; time itself seemed to hang in layers across every forgotten tome and crumbling scroll. The silence wasn’t absence—it was memory. Dense. Watching.

“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—”

Her voice was full of wonder, innocent and unguarded, and my heart clenched. “Yes, baby. But Mommy needs to check first.” I carried it to the kitchen counter. The bow came undone too easily, the paper sliding away to reveal a white velvet box. Jewelry. I already hated it. I already knew. When I opened it, bile rose in my throat. A silver bracelet, small enough for a child’s wrist, encrusted with tiny diamonds. Far too expensive for a classmate’s family. Far too deliberate. A card sat nestled inside. To my darling Eliana. A princess deserves the finest. Can’t wait to see you again. —Clara

My release must have thwarted whatever plans she had up her sleeves, else she wouldn't be so frustrated. If she had paid the wardens to kill me, why did they release me? Who was behind all of these? I needed answers. “Wait a minute, mother! Who did we bury?” Margaret asked. “If this bitch is still alive, that means we buried the wrong person,” she said as she gasped. “They sent the wrong corpse, mother,” she cried out. Margaret's eyes widened in panic and horror. “What's going to happen now, mother? Lexi was supposed to be dead. Our plans can't work out now that she's hear,”

Casey was everything I was not to them. They would be in for a shock when they learned who the real Casey was. The scientist played the next part of my memory without a prompt, and I was trying on clothes. I was overwhelmed by so many lovely and new garments. Excitement mingled with hesitation as I picked them out. I made my debut in a haute couture dress at the family banquet, celebrating my first public appearance as the Carters’ heiress. In my memory, Casey did my makeup and helped me into the dress. Her smile in the mirror was as harmless as ever, tricking me into believing she had changed.

Far beneath the ruins of Moonfall Keep, the King Without a Heart turned the page of an ancient book. A new name appeared. A name that had been hidden for nineteen years. He smiled. “The second heir has awakened.” And for the first time in centuries… The Forgotten Moon had two children beneath its blood.

They didn’t answer. Just grabbed my arms and yanked me forward. “Where are you taking me?” Still silence. Then, as we reached the stairs leading to the inner sanctum of the packhouse, I heard it. “—was found under her bed,” someone shouted. “How could she—?!” Elder Mira’s voice cracked like thunder. “This cannot be coincidence. The Moon Goddess’s staff was stolen! The ritual broken! And this morning—conveniently—it is discovered hidden in the prisoner’s quarters?”

“Bro, remember the Voice of the Night we saw yesterday? Guess whose car that was?” Hindi man lang siya nilingon ni Gabe. “Definitely not yours.” “Exactly! It’s Luna’s the Valencia heiress herself!” Saglit na natahimik si Gabe. Naalala niya ang maliit na batang babaeng minsang naghatid kay Miguel noon sa eskwela, maliit, masayahin, at palaging may dala-dalang candy. Ngayon, nineteen na, confident, successful, at muli nilang makakasama.