The Heiress Revived From The Ashes Novels & Stories

“Mr. Ashworth-Steele if we merge names. Whatever. Just us.” I watched her sleep that night. The woman who changed my world. Hidden heiress. Reborn fighter. Mine completely.

“Tell me your name.” He finally looked directly into her eyes. “Adrian Cross.” Elena froze. The name struck something deep inside her memory. Adrian Cross. The mysterious heir of Cross Holdings. A man who had disappeared from the public eye years ago. In her previous life, she had only heard rumors about him. Some said he was ruthless. Others said he was dead. But there was one thing everyone agreed on. Adrian Cross never got involved in other people's affairs. So why was he standing in front of her?

Her brows knitted and she chewed on her bottom lip as she read out loud. “Hello, my wonderful fans. It's been a long ass time, but your baddest bitch is back, and she's back with loads of drama! Eek! The last time I brought the tea, you all called me a marriage destroyer and all sorts of names, but look how that turned out. I saved their marriage-by destroying it nonetheless-but at least no one is being lied to. Both spouses are happily separated. As always, I bring out the truth. Now, I have returned with more juicy stories. There is a billionairess out there whose husband is squandering her family's money (on me) just because she's infertile. There's more to the tea than meets the eye.

"Oh, Grandma, I don't want to take anything from anyone. I never asked for any of this." "Of course you didn't, sweet child," Abigail purrs. "That's what makes you so deserving. You have grace, humility, proper breeding. Everything a true heiress should possess." I notice the way servants place elaborate dishes in front of everyone else but hesitate near me. The food looks exquisite, perfectly prepared, yet I don't reach for anything. My hands remain in my lap, my posture perfect and my expression serene. Vivienne doesn't bother with subtlety.

“She used to date him before. Years ago. They broke up. She dumped him. And when he finally started healing—finally started seeing me—she came back and took him like I was nothing.” Gina folded her arms and leaned back against the dresser. “Let me get this straight. She dumped him, left him to rot, and then swooped back in and snatched him the moment you two got serious?” “Yes.” Gina tilted her head. “Then she didn’t steal him. She recycled him.” I stared. She shrugged. “Still, if you want to take him back… why not? Sounds like you had him first.” I didn’t say anything, but she saw the idea sinking in.

She glanced at Mia, silently pleading with her to play along. Mia, ever the perceptive one, seemed to sense the unspoken tension between the two. Her smile faltered slightly, and she slowly lowered her hand, tucking it into the pocket of her designer jeans. "Actually, Mr. Maverick, I'm not just any friend." She tilted her chin up defiantly, her gaze unwavering. "I'm the heiress to Vitalis Pharmaceuticals. And I have to say, I'm quite interested in this...arrangement you have with my dear Evie."

Your woman must be so proud of you," she whispered softly before returning back inside. ***** Meanwhile, Lyriel sat quietly at the table, absentmindedly peeling an apple. Her phone suddenly vibrated. She quickly grabbed it, expecting Damien. She’d already seen the news about Gilbert taking over the Cruz Empire, so she thought he might call. But it wasn’t Damien. It was a message from an unknown number. Her brows furrowed as she tapped the screen. A single image loaded...a chest with a familiar tattoo. Her heart skipped and her hand trembled slightly. Before she could process it, another message appeared. "Aren’t you looking for the one who killed your parents? He’s alive and well… If you’re

I was smiling when I left Azrael’s building. Even after all that — the unsettling opulence, his cryptic smirk, and the way his words coiled around me like chains made of silk — I was smiling. Because I had done it. I had the money. I could finally pay Heather back. I could finally unshackle Theo from her control. Even if I have sold my soul to the devil, it was all worth it if it would mean that I would help Theo.

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.

It just holds back. It was as if cold water had been poured on Sheilla. She sat weakly on the sofa when the woman disappeared. Suddenly her chest tightened and she could barely breathe. Valerie ran to her room to get Sheila's medicine. Nikki took a fan to get some air. After taking the medicine. Her feeling widened Sheila thought that if she could marry a rich man she would inherit everything. But she was mistaken in thinking. All the treasures are named after her daughter Alysia. Now they even beat the beggar on the street. Urgh!