Novel & Cerita The Forgotten Heiress

Using the only currency that still terrified old dynasties. Loyalty born from extinction. When the Morettis were destroyed, those who survived didn’t surrender. They buried themselves deeper, waiting for a name. A symbol. A flame to light the match. Now they had one. Aria. And somewhere beyond the fog of war and rising smoke… was my mother. Luciana De Rossi. The true spider in the web. The forgotten queen of a hidden empire, the Velate Infernali, an underground order forged decades ago from blood oaths and betrayal. Everyone assumed she’d retired. That she faded after my father’s death.

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

And that someone used to be Shane Ryder until Clare claimed him as hers. That night was one of the worst ones I’ve ever experienced. So I push the thought to the back of my mind. Clare is still talking my ear off about how amazing everything looks when two girls walk towards us and I immediately want to run away. It’s Megan Rose and Eden Park, Clare Haistings friends. They both look absolutely amazing in their matching satin oval green dresses and strappy heels. They’ve always matched and I thought it was childish at first then I realized that Clare encourages it only because she looks like a main character when she’s with them.They are mean girls that Clare uses to hide behind in order to k

Every question, a thread I could tug. And then I uncovered the truth about her wealth. Not her current situation—fragile, a mirage—but the origins, the legacy she came from. Billion-dollar holdings. Property in three continents. Investments no one outside her family could touch. Old-money names whispered in boardrooms like sacred chants. She wasn’t the vulnerable woman Damon believed her to be. She was a queen hidden in rags. I could almost see Damon’s confusion now: he had loved her for what he thought was innocence, for what he thought was a delicate need. What would he feel when he realized the delicate woman he adored had claws, teeth, and a kingdom of her own?

*************** I was woken up by the chirping of birds and the relentless buzzing of my phone. The sun, which had set from the east, almost blinded my face, causing my vision to become blurred. Upon picking up my phone, I almost lost my balance when I saw the news headline. THE HEIRESS OF THE LANCASTER GROUP, NOW MRS. REID HAS BEEN CAUGHT IN BED WITH ANOTHER MAN JUST AFTER THE DEATH OF HER HUSBAND’S GRANDMOTHER. WHAT COULD BE HAPPENING? I quickly got out of bed and made my way towards the bathroom. Searching for Alex, but to no avail.

The small amount of silver my parents kept hidden in a loose stone behind the fireplace. I avoided looking at the blood on the floor, I was good at avoiding things. By the time I made it to the town square, the sun was already beginning to set again. I'd lost an entire day without realizing it. The events of the previous night felt simultaneously fresh and impossibly distant, like a dream I'd had about someone else's nightmare. Millbrook was gone, not completely gone. Buildings still stood, streets still ran in their familiar patterns. But what had been a town of maybe two thousand people was now a necropolis, a place of ghosts and ash.

I said as I sat back down and tried to keep the irritation out of my voice. "Forget the investors you already have and start thinking about the one who just landed back in the country, because word is that the Great Thorne Heiress—the real one, the one with the trust fund that hasn't been touched in three years—is looking for a new project to dump her excess capital into," Beatrice said, and I felt a sudden jolt of electricity run through my chest that made me sit up straight.

Before Mira came home from her daily walk with Tine after dinner, Amethyst took the note into Isaac's study to show him. "This secret is getting harder and harder to keep, my love. Our daughter just happen to find a mate and a chosen who just happens to be an heir apparent to a 700 year old throne and dynasty. You, your mother and or daughter are about to have your heritage publicly revealed. Our village is about to grow beyond anyone's beliefs." He stated, shaking his head in wonder and disbelief.

Foster spoke briefly to the assembled delegates, his voice carrying the particular careful conviction Isabella recognized as unmistakably his own great-great-great-great-grandmother's legacy. "This charter exists because one man's contribution was stolen, and one woman, generations later, refused to let that theft remain buried," he told the gathered representatives. "Every institution signing this document today commits to exactly the same principle that started this entire story — that truth, however long buried, however far removed from the people who first uncovered it, deserves to be restored, completely and honestly, regardless of the cost."

“Back to Engineer Dela Costa , huh?” I laughed again while circling him.. “Hmm. Have you forgotten about my death?” I stopped in front of him. “ As I remember, it spread throughout the country. That Akemi Sean Lee, the only heiress of the Lees, the innocent one, the numb, the weak, the fool died a long time ago?”