The Heiress Revived From The Ashes Novels & Stories

she asked, though the words felt like ash in her mouth. ​"It’s your freedom, Elena. And mine." Grant leaned over the table, his eyes cold. "Evelyn is back from Paris. She’s elegant, she’s brilliant, and she’s carrying my heir. I can’t have a woman like you a girl with no background and no social standing clinging to my arm at the Valerius Gala next week." ​Elena looked up at him. She looked at the man she had secretly saved from bankruptcy three times by "anonymously" fixing his trade algorithms.

A chandelier hung from the ceiling, and a tray of breakfast; croissants, fresh fruit, and coffee waited on the bedside table. But even the comfort of my room couldn’t distract me from the series of emotions still swirling inside me. I reached for my laptop, unable to resist the urge to learn more about Logan. I mean I had to know who I was dealing with. I typed his name into the search bar, and almost immediately, the results flooded in. "Logan Wills - CEO and Heir of Regals Enterprises." I blinked at the headline, my curiosity growing. I've heard about it before.

“Then wear this. You’ll look like vengeance incarnate.” I smiled. “That’s the idea.” As she fastened the necklace around my throat, my mind raced. Tonight wasn’t just about looking good. It was about reminding Nathaniel who I was—who I used to be—and introducing him to the woman he had no idea he’d created. The woman who’d clawed her way back from the grave. Vivian stepped back and sighed like an artist admiring her finished masterpiece. “Let’s go make some men cry.” --- The Ashen Group's anniversary party was every bit as extravagant as I remembered from past years. Crystal chandeliers dripping with light, champagne flutes floating through the air like magic, and a sea of tailored suits and

“Watched your mother. Watched how they built you. You were never random, Susan. You were planned.” “You’re insane,” she whispered, inching back. He laughed. Not from amusement. From power. “I’m Artemis,” he said, dragging from his tobacco pipe and blowing the smoke at her face. “I don’t expect you to believe me. But Jamie knows me. Your company? It was mine before you ever stepped into a suit.” Anger surged inside of me. “That’s not possible.” “Oh, it’s more than possible,” he said, stepping forward like a predator. “Jamie was just the puppet. I was the hand behind it all. And Nathan? He wasn’t betraying you. He was sacrificed. Because of me.”

Today I was Isabella Hartman, not Bella Sinclair. My phone was vibrating, but I ignored it, staring at the television screen that was bombarding the headlines on every major network. My phone kept vibrating like crazy on the glass coffee table. “Isabella Hartman, Long-Lost Heiress of the Ashcroft Empire, Comes Home to Claim Her Birthright!” The words scrolled across the screen, bold, below a photo of me from my press conference last night. San Francisco was stunned — everyone assumed I’d died. When my father, Victor Hartman, died and my mother gone, I had disappeared, ceasing to exist in order to get out from under my family’s felonious baggage. But I hadn’t been hiding; I’d been healing, re

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.

Selena’s POV Mrs. Ashford moved forward a step, her hand trembling at her side, like she wanted to slap me and knew she couldn’t. “You think your little victory with the Harringtons gives you power over us?” Theo said then, stepping forward. “You’re still an ex-convict. You’re nothing but a placeholder until the real heir steps up.” I turned my gaze to him slowly. “And who would that be, Theo? You?” I let out a cold laugh. “You couldn’t land the deal. I did. And it was my name they stamped on that contract.”

"How did you manage to stay?" Vita pointed at Laurel. "She just cried in front of the bodyguards and lured them away." Then she looked at Rebecca. "She drew a birthmark on her lower back and said she was the real heiress. She threatened that if they delayed her family reunion, she would make them regret it. Those people had no idea what the real heiress situation was, so they believed her and let us in." Finally, she flexed her arm. "And the rest who didn't fall for our tricks, we knocked them out."

"She will come to this castle. She will need guidance. She has the power to save both our packs from destruction." My hands trembled so hard the pages shook. Was she writing about me? Then I found a page that made my blood run cold. "My son doesn't understand the danger," Althea wrote. "He works with evil men. They seek the power of the symbols. They have forced a girl named Valerie to marry my grandsons Noah and Neal. They believe she carries the magic. But they are wrong and they will never get realize it because they would have been dead. The true heiress will come later from Moonshade. She is the one we have waited for."

I look at her as she smiles, then she stands up. She begins her speech. “As you all know, the Hera Consortium activities were supposed to stop after the death of the former president and his missing daughter. The former president made it clear that his daughter would be his successor after he left. Because of the missing daughter, we couldn’t continue business, so it was put to a halt. Now, his daughter has arrived, the new Hera president, and the Hera Queen, Katherine!” She motions to me, and they all chant again, “Welcome back, Your Highness!”