The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming Novels & Stories

But the burn didn’t ease the knot in his chest. The news flashed on TV. “In breaking news, the missing Hartman heiress has been found alive after twenty-three years…” Adrian froze. The screen showed Evelyn stepping from a black car, surrounded by cameras. “She’s the missing Hartman heiress,” he whispered. Charlotte paled. “That’s impossible.” Adrian barely heard her. Every cruel word he’d thrown at Evelyn echoed in his head. He’d called her a gold digger, said she didn’t belong. Now she was the richest woman in New York.

Isabella cursed inwardly. So this was one of the so-called elite. She recognized him now—Williams Edinburgh. Chairman of Crown Real Estate. Rank: tenth on the rich list. Reputation: disgusting. As expected. He reached for her again. This time, with more force. He was already dragging her toward the couch when— A hand landed on her shoulder. Cold. Steady. Familiar. Before she could react, she was pulled back— —and the next second, she was pressed into a firm embrace.

I wanted to call out for help, but a part of me suspected I might be kidnapped, and alerting whoever was holding me might not be the best idea. I slipped on my slippers and stood up, feeling a bit dizzy. My head throbbed, but I managed to move forward. I gripped my hairpin tightly, using it as a makeshift defense. As I stepped out of the room, I took in the grandeur of the mansion. It was huge, even bigger than mine, and beautifully decorated. The walls were painted white, and the hallway was adorned with various art pieces. The opulence suggested that my kidnapper was wealthy, which made me wonder what their motives were because it was clear that they don't need money from me.

His laptop was closed in front of him. He had opened it an hour ago. He had typed her name into the search bar the way you did something you had been not doing for a long time. Helena Graves. Two words. The results had come up immediately. The stream clip was everywhere. Thumbnails of her face. Articles. Someone had written a piece about her called The Actress Nobody Saw Coming. He had clicked the stream clip. He had watched it once. All the way through. She was just reading. Just being herself in a grey shirt with ordinary light and her hair slightly wrong and something on her face that he had never once put there in seven years.

The hall is blinding with chandeliers, and from what I can deduce, filled with dignitaries, a few high-ranking families, everyone dressed to flaunt their wealth. I scan the crowd, searching for Allister. My wandering gaze falls to Dominic from across the hall. He has a possessive-like expression on his face. Quickly, I look away and consider scanning the room for Allister again. Stepping forward, I decide to climb the short stairs to get a clearer view of the people in the hall. But someone crosses me off and yanks me by the wrist. Helena Hearst, Dominic’s mother “You!” She screams at me. “Why did you block my calls?”

Bosco muttered. Elliot turned. His eyes were sharp, calculating, nothing like the broken man he’d been months ago. “Not yet.” Bosco looked up slowly. “There’s still Julia,” Elliot said. The name hung between them. Bosco’s jaw tightened. “Don’t call her that.” Elliot walked back to the desk, lowering his voice. “Call her whatever you want. But the truth is simple. She’s Hurst Corp’s heiress. One of the wealthiest young women in the country. And she used to be our sister.”

It should be funny if it wasn’t so damn messed up. When I finally reach the mansion, breathing in the rich scent of the jasmine bushes my father was so fond of, I notice that there is still some light in his window. My heart skips a beat at the irrational thought that he’s home, but then I am reminded that no, he’s gone and it’s his biological daughter who’s occupying his room, the masters bedroom, because she’ll be the master of this place very soon. I have to squint, but I notice her on the balcony, the soft wind blowing her long blonde hair, and she’s staring at the clear night sky. She’s wearing some soft night gown, her perfectly defined silhouette a dark shadow against the bright light

---------- In the bustling city somewhere in America, Phoebe is seated inside the Starbucks quietly enjoying her coffee. "Have you heard? The Beischel's Heiress is actually the reason why the well known Nikholas Fairbourne suddenly disappeared." Phoebe was about to take a sip in her cappuccino when a woman's voice from the table behind her stopped her midway. With the mention of that familiar name, her heart actually beat erratically. "What do you mean?" another woman's voice. "Well, can you believe it? He was actually engaged with the young Beischel, but the heiress suddenly ran away. He must've been so heartbroken and humiliated that he hid from public." the first one once again gossiped.