The Forgotten Heiress Novels & Stories

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“He doesn’t love me anymore.” Marcus laughed lowly. “Told you this wouldn’t last. A queen can’t lie about the heir and expect to keep her crown.” Silvia slammed the glass down. “Don’t mock me.” He shrugged. “Fine. So what now?” She was quiet for a moment, thinking. Her nails scratched gently at her wrist. “I know her… I’ve seen her before. That name… Alana Winters…” She said the name again, softly. “Alana Winters… Winters… It sounds so familiar. Why can’t I remember?”

Greta walks up to the stage. “Welcome to the annual charity gala of Ashford Holdings. We are begining the auction, and please note that all your donations will be handed to charity." She says, voice ringing out. “First item is the Heart of the ocean. Bidding starts at five hundred thousand." The bidding starts and the bid rises by the second. I watch silently as people compete for the only thing left of my mother. She cherished the blue diamond necklace so much. She said it was the only thing her father gave her before she ran away from home.

The last thing I remembered was my stepmother handing me a cup of coffee and wishing me good morning with a broad smile on her face. I never knew that behind that smile was a plan. And that plan is exactly where I am now. Leila took a step closer and crouched, her face now inches from mine. “I won't lie, Grace,” she whispered mockingly. “You were something back then. The golden girl, the perfect one. Everyone wanted to be you. But look at you now.” Her eyes scanned me from head to toe like I was filth. “This is what happens to people who don’t know their place.”

When he brought her like a piece of rag from that lying bitch, she admits that she lost hope but she sees a future now and she can grab it. She is not a whore and will never be one. She is the heiress of GLV Winery and she will not let her story turn out this way. She will not be a piece of wood in the closet of this bastard. She will bid her time and escape. She will find that witch and teach her a life lesson she will never forget. She made Uncle Nicholas squandered all her fortune as if that was not enough, she sold her. Talking about having your cake and eating it too but she will make this earth bitter for her.

“This was also part of his plan. That woman knew she wasn’t your mother. The plan was always to get you in such a state of trauma that he would always have a way to control you anytime he needed to.” “But….why is he so evil? She tormented me all my life… and for what, a few millions?” “Billions, my dove.” My eyes widened to the size of saucers. “Billions???” “Yes. You’re the lost heiress of the Everhart fortune.” He announced, his tone a bit louder at the revelation. “This was your story, and you revealed it perfectly. You and your siblings are the heirs to the generational wealth in our name.”

The only catch is that no one knows what the Quinn Heiress looks like. Now she has to go back and claim her right before anyone else does it. Can she make it in time, or is it going to be too late for her to reclaim her position while also finding the time to fall back in love with her first love? Ezra Thatcher never believed that he would get to love again when the girl he secretly had a crush on suddenly disappeared into thin air and then reappeared again looking the same as ever. The only catch is that he is engaged to a new girl, but his feelings stay the same.

"Where were we? Ah, that's right - you fellows were going to agree to deliver my fortune to me." Donovan fought down the growl that had risen in his throat. "And why is it you believe we know where this fortune is?" "Oh, please. Can we just drop this charade?" She batted her dark lashes. "We all know the story already. My fiancé left me all of his worldly possessions. And yet somehow before he died he forgot to inform me that he'd hidden the most valuable of those possessions all around the globe." She gave a little titter of a laugh. "Vinnie was absent-minded like that. Brilliant man, but often he'd forget the most important things." A shadow passed across her eyes - so briefly that Donovan

Last I heard, she was working at a diner in upstate New York, her dreams of a billionaire lifestyle buried under the weight of Julian’s debt. "They thought they could take a crown they didn't earn," Xavier said, his grip tightening protectively. "They forgot that a Queen knows her kingdom better than any thief ever could." The doors to the terrace swung open, and my assistant stepped out, looking frantic but professional. "Mrs. Sterling-Thorne? The guests have all arrived in the ballroom. The Minister is ready, and the press is held back behind the gold cord. It’s time." I looked at my reflection in the glass. I was no longer the girl who did homework for a boy who hated her. I was the archi

Her eyelids were red, and she looked like she needed more rest. “I have a meeting in the next two hours. And I don't have time for this thrash!” Jackson barked. Now, everything is clear. The reason why he disappears on sets. Sometimes before I searched for him, he was gone. I never realized how much of a busy person he was. Not until now. “The real heiress of this company…” Granny Lorette paused. “Is Marietta,” she finally let out a breath she seemed to be holding. Quickly the reporters made their way inside.