The Hidden Heiress Novels & Stories

Before she could say anything, gunfire echoed through the room. "Where’s the heiress?" one of the men demanded. They searched every corner, checking every possible hiding place, but they couldn’t find her. The secret base where she was hiding was impossible to discover—no amount of bullets or explosives could penetrate it. It was bulletproof and reinforced by her father, a place only she knew about. "Boss, the heiress isn’t here," one of the men reported. "Idiots! Find her! She can’t have escaped yet!" their apparent leader barked. His men searched again but still failed to locate her.

I whispered the name I heard her father call her under my breath as though tasting forbidden wine. The infamous rogue heiress. The girl no one in Montgomery had ever seen. The girl whispered about in smoky taverns and Alpha councils. Everyone said her parents had hidden her away all these years because she must have been deformed, cursed, hideous. That was the story. No one dared challenge it. No one asked. But I had seen her. And the truth? She wasn’t hideous. She was the most striking woman I had ever laid eyes on. I shook myself as I drove toward the suburbs. My chest tightened again, I needed air. Or maybe I needed comfort, naybe I needed Brianna.

"I’ll handle the guest list personally. After five days, Nathaniel will realize that the door to your life isn't just closed, it's been locked from the inside forever." The family nodded in agreement as they planned the party and decorations, while upstairs, the two children were huddled together, already plotting how to break the very walls their mother was trying so desperately to build. *** The announcement flooded through the upper echelons of New York society like a sudden, violent storm. By the afternoon, every major news outlet and socialite’s feed was dominated by the same headline: The Hidden Heiress Returns: Hale Group CEO E.H. Announce Engagement to

"Signing that contract for you was me doing you a favor. What, you were the one who didn't want it, and now you're changing your mind and want to be my bride again?" I frowned. The heir to the Castillo family was this dim. I'll have to tell Grandpa when I get back to do less business with them. Victoria, hearing this, gave a smug smile and turned to Marcus, saying respectfully, "The wedding still needs to happen. Since Miss Aria doesn't want this position, why not give it to someone else?" The next second, the lounge door opened. A young woman in a champagne-colored dress walked in. She was beautiful, no doubt. Blonde hair, blue eyes, her features as perfect as a doll's.

“You’re so….moldable. Helen disguised herself as some other person entirely, gaining access to their mansion so she could kill them off. Her boyfriend had stolen enough of the poor sap’s money so they thought it would be enough to elope… until it wasn’t. That’s why those parties I told you about stopped. All of a sudden, we were on the radio when we heard about a girl. The last living heir of Iris and Mr. Callahan, and an inheritance worth five billion dollars in money, and six billion in assets….for a barely one-year-old baby. Now..” He leans over. “I’m going to give you a chance to guess who her partner was…come on, you can do it. You’ve always been so smart.”

The biological daughter who is worth billions. Aria's breath stopped. No. No, she couldn't know. That secret was buried. Hidden. "What are you talking about?" Leon had a strong voice. "Oh, you don't know?" Ariana laughed horribly and brightly. "Leon, you married the wrong sister in more ways than one. The woman wearing your family necklace and standing beside you is more than simply an overlooked younger sibling. Like an actress on stage, she turned to face the audience and performed for them. "The real heir to the Hale fortune is Aria Hale.

Of course, I didn’t mention the garage full of luxury vehicles from my father, my cousin Sabastien, and my own car that I now drive. Also, my last statement is true in all ramifications. Heather is a broke mouse when it comes to wealth comparison between us. Heather’s expression shifts to one of even deeper contempt. She clearly thinks I am a low–level wolf pretending to be wealthy, when in reality, I am simply being modest about my actual status as the White heiress. Thanks to the Moon goddess, Philip didn’t come out with us. All of this would have made him laugh so hard. “Let’s order, everyone pick what you like,” I suggest, smoothly changing the subject.

Orange light devoured three years of my life. I screamed and tried to rush forward, but Luca caught me and pinned me against his chest. "Be good for me. When the time is right, I'll give our child the Moretti name. I'll bring you back to the main house. We'll have everything we had before, only better." No, Luca. I was the only daughter of the Chairman of the High Mafia Commission. I was the sole heir of the Castellano family. I could never be your woman in the dark.

I was a neighbor, a host, a person. The "Hidden Heiress" had really disappeared, not by hiding. By becoming a real person. I looked back at my house feeling happy. It was not a fortress it was a home. For the time in my life I was not waiting for something bad to happen. I was just living.

He was the enemy of my family… and the father of the daughter I had to hide for six years. One reckless night was all it took for Aitana Ferrer to make the biggest mistake of her life: surrendering to Sebastián Belmonte. He was powerful, ruthless, and the heir to the one family her own had sworn to destroy. Their families had been bitter enemies for decades, and falling for him was never an option. But when Aitana discovered she was pregnant, she had no choice but to disappear. She would rather raise her daughter alone than let the Belmonte dynasty use her child as another weapon in their war. Six years later, the death of the Ferrer patriarch changes everything. The promise that