The Forgotten Heiress Novels & Stories

“For training.” I smiled despite myself. “Tell her thank you.” The maid hesitated. “Actually…” “What?” “She said not to thank her.” I frowned. “Why?” “You’ll understand later.” Strange… very strange. That evening, I wandered into the library again, this time not to read but because I wanted silence. I returned yesterday’s books. The librarian smiled nervously. “I found something else you may enjoy.” He placed a slim volume before me. It wasn’t about kings or bloodlines or prophecies. Its title read; Forgotten Women of the First Kingdom.

“None of your business” “If you keep up with that attitude, you will lose her in blink of an eye. She is the lost heiress of Cage Industries. A woman with the kind of wealth that would match yours. Many want that kind of inheritance. She is all alone fighting her enemies” I could hear Lennox laugh softly. That had annoyed me a lot. “What’s so funny?” “I’m impressed on how she could hide herself from the public all these years. Are you not curious on what happened to her eight years ago?”

Astrid found the Women’s Etiquette class to be as bad as she feared and her thoughts meandered as Mrs Bellmar repeated the ‘women are servants’ speech again. She is Princess Astrid Nara Katrall, the true heir to the Kaltharian throne. Does she really want to be a Queen? People have sacrificed their very lives and outlawed themselves permanently for her. Just for her. She remembered all the risks she had taken with her own life as a thief, never knowing that thousands, maybe tens of thousands of people depended on her.

"I promise I'll buy you every expensive watch in the world," Vivian said. Back then, I thought happiness was within reach. It wasn't until a year later that I found out she was the long-lost heiress of the Grayson family. She said she was going to take back everything she had lost. I didn't say a word and stayed by her side. Abductions, setups, poisonings, accidents—I went through every kind of ordeal. She fought hard and clawed her way to the top, becoming the rightful heiress of the Grayson family. But after that, everything changed.

Behind her, she could hear Marian and Zoe returning their attention to the television. Within seconds, they were laughing again. Amber kept walking. When she reached her room, she closed the door behind her quietly. Then she walked toward the window. The massive estate stretched before her. Beautiful. Expensive. And built partly with money that should have belonged to her mother. Her fingers tightened around the gown. Sixteen years ago, they threw her away, now they wanted her back. Amber looked toward the skyline beyond the estate walls. A faint smile touched her lips.

I regretted how I welcomed her with open arms, how I tried to love her. And then, I decided to make everyone see her for who she really was. But that failed too. Why would they believe the villain when they already had their precious heroine in mind? The sun began to set on the horizon, casting a soft orange glow over the park. My phone buzzed incessantly in my pocket. I pulled it out. “Miss Moretti, the investigation you requested—about your family’s shipment accident and the missing funds at the casino—it’s finished.” My pulse spiked, though I kept my voice steady. “Emily Moretti organized the accident, didn’t she?”

Chapter one MAYA I stood frozen at the spot as my sister tripped and fell down the stairs. Lisa's screams of horror reached through the hallway. I heard hurried footsteps approaching. That was when I remembered that Grandma Loretta was throwing a launch party in the ballroom. It was filled with people of high status. I dragged my gaze around to see many unfamiliar faces pour into the hallways. “Oh my God, someone fell down the stairs.” I heard someone say. “She is losing consciousness.”

He only asked Lucas to pass along one sentence: “From now on, no one gets to decide for you.” I closed the door and left the Whitmore estate outside it. Meanwhile, Ethan, Julian, and Ryan returned home and learned I had not come back. Ryan frowned at the housekeeper. “Where is Alara?” The housekeeper placed a box on the table. “Miss Alara has moved out. These are the things she left behind.” Ethan opened it. Inside were the things they had given me over the years: his racing pass, Julian’s corporate visitor card, Ryan’s home-game seat plaque, and the racing team badge Ethan had given me when I was sixteen.

Reid said, running a hand through his hair. “Her who?” “Jacintha,” Reid cut him off, eyes fixed on Jacintha. “Wish me luck.” He slipped his phone into his pocket, adjusted his cuffs, and went upstairs The elevator when he stepped in. “I'm telling you, this isn't worth the price”, Jacintha argued. “Why would you put this beauty up for just $120,000?” The shopkeeper looked tired and confused. She had run out of ideas. How rich was this Heiress that she thinks, a single ring for $120,000 was too cheap. She had seen spoilt ladies from rich families but this is new.

REALIZING HOW twisted life could be, Yama couldn't help but laugh inside her mind. What kind of situation had she put herself into? Right before her, sat the long-lost heiress of the Emerson fortune—Aurelia Lucien Emerson-Hollingsworth, the Director's missing wife for goodness knows how long.