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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.

Then he exclaimed, “Fifty million going once? Fifty million going twice, fifty million going thrice!- Congratulations! This pretty lady in a silver dress will now be the possessor of this set of jewelry.” Many people had joined the bidding, but only one winner emerged. No one could believe their eyes or ears, especially Lucas Harrison and the girl sitting beside him who looked ghastly pale. “No way! She can't afford that money.” “But she just did! Who exactly is she?” “Oh, she's Heidi. Heidi Olsen. How could they think that they could contend with the wealthiest heiress in Phoenix City?” The man who spoke was the same middle-aged man who just uncovered Heidi's identity.

Josie had overheard that argument and probably shared it with Helen. A complex web of thoughts unfolded before Yaslyn's eyes, and it made her feel even more distraught. If her suspicions were correct, they would undoubtedly be doing everything possible to stay hidden from her! It almost slipped Yaslyn's mind: Helen was the heiress of the Carden family. If she wished, she had countless ways to remain hidden. In the past 20 years, Yaslyn had not found Helen even once. "So, the pressing issue is that they've both disappeared, right?"

“She’s a key. A key to something much bigger than you can imagine.” Christopher leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. “Now you’ve really got me interested. Come on, don’t keep me in the dark. What’s the play here?” I considered my words carefully. Christopher was good at what he did, but his curiosity often got the better of him. Still, he needed to know enough to do his part. “She’s connected to something valuable. Something the Johnsons have been hiding for years. If we can get close to her, we can expose the truth. But it has to be done right…no mistakes, no loose ends.”

Of course, it must be her. My grip tightened on the threshold of the desk, my knuckles going white. It continually got lower back to her. The female who’d stolen his coronary heart if he even had one to scouse borrow. The lady who made sure I’d never stood a threat. She was the reason we had been here. The purpose of everything fell apart before it ever absolutely started. I couldn’t help the sour snort that slipped out. "Wow," I muttered below my breath. "You without a doubt don’t waste time, do you?"

“To pay someone a visit.” “Who?” Julian hesitated. Then he said it: “Dominic Crane’s daughter.” Aiden looked stunned. “Crane has a daughter?” Julian nodded. “She’s not on the books. She lives abroad. But she visits under aliases. I caught a glimpse of her once, at Harold’s birthday gala. She’s the only person he keeps off the chessboard.” “Why?” Clarissa asked. “Because she’s his queen,” Julian said. “And if I’m right, she’s the key to unlocking how deep this goes.”

“There was another child. A girl. Older than Daphne. She carried Blackwood blood, pure enough to wake ancient spells. That was the child your pack lost.” Thorne stiffened. “Where is she?” Calista’s lips curved, slow and deliberate. “Closer than you think.” My stomach dropped. Killian’s grip tightened around the necklace. “You used it,” he said suddenly. “Didn’t you? You bound something to this.” Calista tilted her head. “Smart Alpha.” Thorne took a step back, his voice barely audible now. “Two heiresses,” he murmured. “One raised in daylight. One hidden in plain sight.”

The funds they contained were sizable—enough to ensure Delilah’s security and fund trusts for both Liam and Emilia. But with the discovery came risk. Word of the inheritance leaked, and suddenly journalists were sniffing around the estate. A tabloid ran a headline: "Sinclair Bastard Heiress Surfaces With $40M Secret Fortune." Ava was furious. "How did this get out?" Dominic suspected Jacques. But without proof, they had no way of stopping the spread. Security around the estate was doubled. A lawyer specializing in privacy and defamation was brought on. And for a while, they lived in a fishbowl.

The crest of a certain powerful and influential family. The young woman looked up at the soaring glass ceiling of the Wisteria Heights building, a small, mirthless smile playing on her lips. They thought she was a "loser." They thought she was a servant. They had no idea that the girl clearing their floors was the heir to a legacy that had once toppled an empire. She was a hidden heir. And she was a winner. And in the city of Wisteria, a new game was about to begin. The "loser" was back. And this time, she was coming for everything.

The shy smile of hers warmed me. We sat in silence, the leather of the car cold against us, until I took out a silver locket, embossed with S&V. “For you,” I said, and put it around her neck, my fingers touching her. “I’m with you, always.” Her eyes filled with tears, and she said, “Stefan, I’m not good enough for you.” “You deserve everything,” I said. Just as she got out and prepared to go back inside, my phone vibrated with a text from Gideon with a video link, and a news alert: Clawford Heiress’s Bribery Confession.