The Forgotten Heiress Novels & Stories

Every piece of information led me in circles. My task was clear, find the president of the Lunaris Fashion Empire, marry her, secure the bond, forge the alliance, keep the bloodlines intact, protect the fortune and expand the territory. It sounded ruthless, maybe even outdated. But that was my world—wolves and legacies. And the missing heiress? Yeah. Turns out she’s the girl I’ve been dying to have too, a stripper. I laughed bitterly, still unable to believe. “She was right there, Briar. All this time.”

“I died, Loretta. I watched my life, my love, my very existence, stolen from me. I will not make that mistake again. This time, I will be the one pulling the strings. And Ivy… she will learn that the true cost of betrayal is not just death, but utter, absolute ruin.” She ended the call, the phone feeling light in her hand now. The fear that had gripped her at the hospital had transformed into something else entirely: a cold, focused power. She had stared death in the face, twice, and emerged stronger. She understood the shifting currents of fate now. And she would use that understanding to carve out her own destiny, and to deliver a retribution so precise, so devastating, that it would echo

“So… the forgotten girl, cast aside, is the true blood of Adrian Sinclair. The rightful heir. And she doesn’t even know it.” He leaned back in his chair, exhaling smoke in a thin stream. His gaze flicked lazily toward Ethan, who was still kneeling. “That will be all,” Alessandro said smoothly. “Rise, and leave.” Ethan scrambled to his feet, bowing his head quickly before retreating from the room. Left alone, Alessandro let out a low chuckle, his smile widening. “Oh, Isabella… you’re far more interesting than I thought.”

Ethan catching us in the mansion would ruin my plans. I snapped towards the window, and my eyes narrowed at how wide and large it was. I pushed her to it, pulling it open. I carried her onto the balcony. *** We managed to escape, and we were back in my mansion. The party was over, and Keith was going through the signet to see if it had been tampered with. "This is it, the original signet of Mr Coleman. You have a pretty good chance of getting everything back with this." She beamed at his words, the hope of finally being in reach lighting up her eyes.

“Huuuuuuuh!” Leah took a deep breath before pressing the doorbell of the grand Hacienda Ferman mansion. “I can do this. I’m with my child, the heir to Alejandro’s legacy. I can’t afford to be scared. Even though Alejandro abandoned me and chose Furtiza, I don’t care anymore. I need to uncover the truth, so I’ll enter this mansion as a maid—to see Furtiza’s situation firsthand! I want to know if she’s truly happy with my husband!” Leah whispered to herself.

“Now it’s time for your truth.” I frown. “What truth, Grandma? That I didn’t really die two years ago? That I only hid until Father’s killer could be found?” She hesitates. Breath sharp. Then her gaze hardens, fierce, determined. “No. The truth I’ve hidden from everyone. That you, Alexa Hills, are the heiress to Hills Corps and Hills Fusion. And now, it’s time to announce you as the rightful owner.” I stare at her, stunned. The air rips out of my lungs.

She almost let go of her place on the cross to go and comfort him, but the love that she knew she had for her pair surpassed any forgotten feelings she carried for this male in the past. "You were left in the light, while the dark burnt deep inside of me, what they could not get from you while you still remembered, they got from you while you forgot. So? what is it that you want from me now heiress? A mere medium you have an accord with." Amalthea could not find the courage to ask him for anything after what he had said, she decided that she needed to earn back her memories, it was not fair to ask him, out of all the beings around her, he was the one that she had forgotten his name.

Blake’s internal security alarm screamed, red and insistent. Julian found the etched message on the pump house window, the raw diamond glittering on the glass. He read the line, his face hardening from shock into pure, devastating comprehension. THE HEIR IS SECURED. He looked at the dusty choker—the expensive velvet, the missing diamond. The pieces clicked into place with brutal clarity: the lie of the illness, the strange digital skills, the sudden rush. Evelyn wasn't his fragile wife; she was the architect of his defeat.

CHAPTER 3 The next morning meets her in front of the mansion she had willingly abandoned many years back, being so stubborn, too stubborn to see that her parents had been all but wrong about what Adrian looked like to them. Just how had she been so blind to see that all he liked was quantity, never quality? Hesitating, Serena sighs before she pushes open the gate, to reveal the place she had left behind. The estate is an opulent one, enormous even, not counting the amount of things on the land. From the sport courts, to the pools and living quarters built for the staff living on-site.

He truly intended to ignore her for a good while and just sat back in his armchair. "Interesting, both friends hiding things. One is a hired assassin, making a lot of money but living an ordinary life. The other is an almost trillionaire heiress pretending to be poor. What other secrets does she have? Zany Bay seems to be helping, I don't doubt that." In her room, Elizabeth was surprised when she saw Gaby arrive. She could hardly believe she could receive a visitor, but Richard had been clear; she just couldn't leave the mansion, yet she was on the verge of a breakdown in her room as she told Gaby everything she had discovered.