The Forgotten Heiress Novels & Stories

I don't help people, Lara. I own them." Five years ago, Lara’s life was incinerated. Her "deadbeat" father betrayed her, her mother was drugged and vanished into a psychiatric ward, and the mother’s vast bloodline inheritance was stolen by a predatory stepmother. Now, on her twenty-fifth birthday—the day her mother promised her "the beginning" Lara finds her fiancé in the arms of her stepsister. The betrayal is the final straw. The girl who believed in love is dead. In her place stands a woman with a heart of ice and a single goal: Total Annihilation. To get her revenge, Lara approaches the one man the world fears Xavier Vane. He is a cold-blooded billionaire who treats people like pawns. Lara offers herself as his ultimate tool, whispering the words that will seal her fate: "Yes, Use Me." Xavier knows she’s using him to destroy her family. Lara knows he’s using her to satisfy a dark family legacy. But as the lines between predator and prey begin to blur, a deeper secret emerges. The diamond heirloom Lara seeks isn't just jewelry it’s the key to an empire that dwarfs even the Vane fortune. In a game of masks, hidden mothers, and lethal obsession, who is truly using whom? "Break me if you must, Xavier. Just make sure that when you’re done, there’s nothing left of them but ash.

“Adrian, why would you lie to me? Why would you let her push my mum like that?” Yvonne’s voice trembled, holding back tears. Adrian smirked. “Wake up, Yvonne. You really thought I wanted you when Tricia was right here?” That was how Adrian—her first crush, the boy she thought cared—chose to humiliate her in front of everyone as she was the cleaner’s adopted daughter. But fate had other plans. Because the Diamond Belfort brothers—the heirs everyone adored were coming to their school in search of their missing heiress- baby sister. But the queen bee steals the chance that should have been hers. Then again, secrets don’t stay buried forever. With her true identity waiting to explode, Yvonne must decide to rise from the ashes, claim her place, and bring down everyone who tried to destroy her. Because the real heiress doesn’t beg. She takes rather. Now, Yvonne is done playing small. It’s her time to rise, reclaim her crown, and make everyone regret ever doubting her.

After the wedding, Luna realizes she married a monster. By morning, her mother and stepfather were killed, and their assets now belonged to her husband. In her attempt to escape him, she falls into a never ending sea, and just when Luna believes her life is over, her estranged stepbrother, a long-lost prodigy, arrives to rescue her. He gives her a new identity as the billionaire heiress Calla Rose, offering her a chance at a fresh start. But all Luna wants is revenge, and so does Calla Rose, the new identity she inhabits. Using the identity of Calla Rose, she sets out to ruin the members of the Rose family who killed Calla and to take down her ex-husband and everyone who conspired against her family. But while Luna is planning vengeance, her stepbrother, Aiden is hiding secrets darker than his suit and his love for her may be far more dangerous than her enemies His one-sided love for his stepsister might be the end of not just his life but everyone who dared come close to her. Will Luna be able to achieve the revenge she desperately needs? Will Calla’s spirit rest in peace knowing Luna was going to get her justice? And what happens when Luna stops thinking of Aiden as just astepbrother, will she give love a chance? - You love a little forbidden romance? a one sided love which turns to obsession or the male lead with secrets darker than his suit? then Luna and Aiden will give you all that and more.

“Sophia! Sophia!!” I dropped to my knees beside her, grabbing her fragile shoulders, shaking her gently at first, then harder, desperate for any reaction. Nothing. Her skin was cold. <<< Clarissa felt her life crumbling right before her eyes. Bruce was responsible for their daughter's death and many things looked planned. Her goal was to find out what happened but she couldn't be in the marriage anymore. What happens when old flames rekindle? Will Clarissa avenge her daughter's death? Who is Clarissa?

Gianna Santos thought she knew betrayal. Her husband’s cold dismissal and the woman who replaced her were already enough to shatter her world. But when she uncovers a secret that changes everything: a hidden legacy, a dangerous conspiracy, and a child she never planned Gianna realizes she’s just begun to understand what true betrayal feels like. Reily, her husband’s lover, isn’t just after his heart, she's after Gianna’s inheritance. And she’ll stop at nothing to get it. But Gianna isn’t the broken woman they think she is. With a dangerous plan of her own, a shocking ally by her side, and secrets that could bring down everyone, Gianna will fight back. Hard. In a world where lies and loyalty blur, revenge is the only game. The question is how far will Gianna go to win?

Sandra, a young bride, is stabbed and left to die in a dark alley on her wedding night, her husband Michael and best friend Annabel oblivious to her desperate fate. As her spirit lingers, she witnesses the shocking truth: Michael's affair with Annabel and his disregard for her life. With her final breath, Sandra's fate is sealed, but her spirit refuses to rest, forced to witness the devastating consequences of her husband's betrayal. Will justice be served, or will Sandra's memory be forever tainted by the cruel hand of fate?”

Some legacies welcome you home. Others sharpen a knife the moment you walk through the door. Hannah never asked to be a Black. But blood doesn't negotiate. Found after years of being lost, she barely had time to breathe before the truth came crashing in — the family she'd longed for didn't want her. Her siblings made sure she felt every inch of that. But nothing cut deeper than the discovery that only one of them could marry Lucas Bristo, heir to the Bristo empire. And her sister would kill to make sure it wasn't Hannah. The cruelest joke? Lucas — arrogant, insufferably charming, with eyes that pin her in place and a touch that sets her chest on fire — was never supposed to matter. Now he's the one thing she can't let go of. While Hannah fights for the love she never planned and the birthright that was always hers, her adopted sister and blood brother are already conspiring — their alliance soaked in secrets and something far more sinister. They want her gone. But Hannah Black didn't survive being lost just to be destroyed after being found.

The day I won the eight-million-dollar East Harbor renovation bid, I handed the lead role to Grace Whitman, Ethan Hale’s childhood sweetheart. Ethan thought I had finally learned to be sensible. He happily told me he was taking me to the Maldives for our wedding anniversary. Grace found out that night. She pretended the pressure from work was too much and cried uncontrollably. Ethan panicked so badly that he canceled a board meeting, stayed with her for three days, then called our anniversary trip an emergency client visit and gave Grace the second ticket. When he called me, his tone was still calm, almost entitled. “Sofia, we can talk about emotional stuff later. The company comes first right now. Grace has never handled a project this big on her own. I need to be there with her.” “You’re my wife. You should understand.” I sat alone in our empty apartment and looked at the photo Grace had just posted. In the private airport lounge, Ethan had draped his jacket over her shoulders. Their knees almost touched. Her caption read, [Some people never have to say love. They just show up first, every time.] I didn’t question him. I didn’t cry. I only replied, [Okay.] Ethan probably thought I had finally learned my place. Satisfied, he promised that when he came back, he would give me an even better anniversary. What he didn’t know was that I had already submitted my resignation to Hale Creative. And he didn’t know that the document he had signed three days ago wasn’t a project authorization form. It was our divorce agreement. By the time he realized what he had lost, I was no longer Mrs. Hale. I was Sofia Bellandi again. And Bellandi women do not beg for seats at tables they built.

“You're nothing but a poor substitute. I'd never fall for a worthless Omega!" Her ex-husband, Alpha Aiden’s, words struck Rue like a slap across the face. "You’d never truly leave me—you’re just playing hard to get!"When Aiden abandoned their gravely ill daughter to chase after his lover, Rue finally reached her breaking point. She picked up the phone and called her father. "I’ve decided to return to the Wolf Clan with our daughter—and accept the arranged marriage." From that moment, Rue vanished from Aiden's world, even fabricating news of her own death. Let him believe she was gone forever. But fate had other plans. When they crossed paths again, Aiden was stunned to discover that the Alpha he had been desperately trying to curry favor with was none other than Rue’s father. "I was never an Omega," Rue revealed coldly. "I’m the heir of the Blood Claw Pack—the billionaire Alpha’s daughter." Aiden's shock only deepened when he learned Rue possessed not just formidable wolf powers, but also rare healing abilities and the gift of mind-reading. Worse still, she now had a new man by her side."Please… come back. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have underestimated you," Aiden begged.But Rue only linked arms with his sworn rival and sneered. "Ex-husband, get lost. Don’t waste my time."As she walked away with their child in her arms, Aiden could only watch in anguish.

I suspected my husband's young assistant had signed up for some kind of socialite training program, all so she could try to become his mistress. She didn't call him "Mr. Anderson." She called him "Cocoa" because he loved drinking mocha lattes. It was her way of making herself seem special. Whenever he assigned her work, she didn't even move. She would just throw him a flirtatious look, twist her body into some exaggerated pose, and say, "What, you need me?" with a pout. In the end, I couldn't take it anymore. I told Perry Anderson to fire her. The second I said it, Faye Dawson leaned right into his ear and whined, "I know, I messed up. Don't be mad. I'll give you a kiss and make it better, okay?" And somehow, Perry actually fell for it. He smoothed things over like it was nothing. "Honey, Faye's a socialite. That's just how she is. Try to be a little more understanding." Fine. If he wanted to protect that fake socialite and throw away the real one, then he could forget about the billion-dollar contract from my father.