The Heiress Revived From The Ashes Novels & Stories

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.

She'd never compare him to Zeke. "Then, we'll need a plan so he'll come back." The heiresses lost sleep that night. Due to their elevated status, they were no longer satisfied with material wealth. They wanted something fulfilling. Still, it would be tough asking Evan to come back to them. They had nothing to dangle over Evan like bait, and their brainstorming session yielded poor results. Fortunately, they had enough time to come up with a good enough plan. Evan had no idea the heiresses were coming up with plans to reel him back in to them.

I'd left it three years later as a woman who knew exactly what monsters looked like in expensive suits. The ballroom was full of people I recognized. There was Victoria Ashford in silver, already positioning herself near the bar where Alexander would stand. There was Eleanor Sterling, surveying the room like a queen inspecting her kingdom. And there, across the room, was Alexander. Thirty-two years old. Devastating in a custom tuxedo. Every inch the billionaire heir who'd charmed me senseless in another lifetime. He was talking to a congressman, that practiced smile on his face the one that didn't reach his eyes. I'd thought that smile was mysterious once. Now I knew it just meant he was bor

He was a young man from the village, his hands still stained with the salt-ash of the square. "The replicas are dead," Seven said, though her eyes flicked to Maya for a fraction of a second. "The belfry pulse turned their nervous systems to glass. But the Heiress is still out there, and she’s a fast learner. She won't send the same wave twice."

She began rewriting the programme for the upgraded Nex software from scratch, changing and removing some codes to make the program even more advanced than the one in her previous life. It was a race against time. Now that Hamilton has decided to work with the software, if she doesn't hurry it up, her plans to delay their growth will be foiled. {It's time you invest and have your own tech company, don't you think?} The system voiced as Lily stopped writing the programme the following morning. "I'm going to buy it," she replied with a cold expression. As she rewrote the programme, the memories from her previous life kept coming back; they were adding to her rage and determination to get her re

Greg vibrated in anger, he was holding his phone like his life depended on it, or maybe he was in pain. “Business”. She whispered before walking towards the stairs. But before she could take a step further Greg interjected. “Does business entail begging a man to love you like a desperate slut”. Greg sneered. “I beg your pardon”. She turned at Greg not understanding what he was saying. “You are trending Elizabeth”. He says before raising his phone. “It says heiress of the chase family on her knees begging for love”. “Oh look, this other article says. Married woman, Mrs. Wilson, seen begging Alex gold, for his love. He read it as if not believing his eyes. How dare you do this to me, Elizabeth

As I stepped into my role as heiress, I vowed to honor the legacy of generations past while forging my own path towards a future defined by resilience, strength, and unabashed authenticity. In the hushed quietude of the night, Eva Torres paced the plush carpet, the air thick with a nervous energy that prickled her skin. Her reflection in the gilded mirror showed a stark contrast – the woman she knew, clad in sensible cotton pajamas, battled with the image she sought to portray. Tonight, silk whispered against her skin, a luxurious departure from the usual comfort. The delicate fabric clung to her curves in a way that was both foreign and exhilarating, the coolness a stark contrast to the hea

“Let’s take this one day at a time, heiress. We’ve already made so many enemies. Never forget you still have your father to contend with.” “Oh, trust me, I've got ideas. My father might just appreciate my cunning nature.” With that, we shared a conspiratorial smile, ready to face whatever lay ahead. The past was still palpable, tangled in our minds, but the promise of a new dawn stretched across the horizon before us brighter and bolder than anything we’d faced. Together, we’d not only seek revenge and reclaim our lives; we would redefine what love could mean a love forged in trials, tested by fire, and bursting forth like a phoenix into a world ripe with possibility.

“She died at sixteen. Buried, funeral, crying, the whole ordeal. I heard it was a rogue that killed her, the Silver Saintess being the one to find her body.” “I don’t understand… Then how can she be…?” But Felix just shook her head. “No one knows. She just suddenly appeared again at eighteen years of age, mated to the Alpha heir of the pack formerly known as the Silver Lake. But she was different after coming back. Marked by the Goddess, just as Ariadne is.” Then did the Goddess purposely resurrect her? Was such a thing even possible? …And she looked so normal too. Just a young mother with her child.

‎ ‎Her heartbeat quickened. ‎She slowly untied the string. ‎Inside was a black velvet box. ‎ ‎Maria instinctively stepped closer. ‎"What is it?" ‎ ‎Vivian lifted the lid. ‎A silver music box rested inside. ‎Old. ‎Beautiful. ‎Its delicate surface was engraved with tiny lilies. ‎The moment she touched it..., a memory flashed through her mind. ‎ ‎A little girl laughing. ‎A woman humming the same melody. ‎Then, sudden darkness. ‎Vivian blinked.