The Hidden Heiress Novels & Stories

"Because tomorrow, front page - 'Billionaire Blackwood Buys Hospital To Hide Love Child Scandal - DNA Fake?' Let's see how long your fairy tale lasts." Lily, 4 years old, hid behind Sophia's leg. She was scared of the camera flash. Sophia's heart pounded. She held Lily tight. "Margaret, what do you want? My mother is upstairs fighting for her life-" "I want what is mine!" Margaret snapped. "My son! My company! My legacy! Not you - a waitress from Queens - and that child -" "That child is my daughter," Ethan's voice came from behind. He had come downstairs fast. His lawyers behind him. His face - Tracy, that CEO face - was stone cold, but his hands were fists.

It was just brief but she was sure Leila was mocking her in her head and trying to conceal it with a sweet and caring facade. Another question then came to her. ‘How did her cousin become close with that pretentious woman?’ Naturally, she would care less. As she was used to encountering a handful of people who didn't like her. Her glamorous life as the only heiress of the most powerful tycoon and coming from an affluent family was not always colorful, with rainbows and unicorns surrounding her. Sometimes, it actually more on black, blue and gray like what she was in at the moment. Unfortunately though, that woman was involved with Hendrix which had a sensitive spot in her. Thus, ignoring her

Eynas assisted his queen in her seat. Astra put her face to his face. She looked at him and smiled. "I'm fine" she mumbled and turned her redhead in front of her broods. "Let's welcome, the first heiress of the Erasmus Kingdom!" She growls. "And I declare war among dragons and humans! We will restore our dragon power, the Heart of Magic from them! Scream for me! Scream!" Astra made an extreme growl and all of them made a rumbling sound.

He rubbed his temples, trying to clear the fog in his mind. He knew that everything that happened last night was plotted by his grandfather and Scarlett, whom his grandfather had arranged to be his fiance. If he hadn't evaded her last night, their plans would have worked out. Tristan sensed that something was not right when his grandfather called for Brian, while Scarlett was with him. He had just arrived in New York yesterday when Scarlett called to see him. Since he was spending the night at the hotel, he asked her to meet him at the club. As soon as he sensed that his drink was spiked, he gave her the key to Brian's room and told her it was his room and that he would meet her soon.

“Smart girl. Don’t worry — I’m not interested in your little love story. I have bigger plans.” He walked to the desk and handed me an envelope — thick, unmarked. “This will cover the exact amount. No more, no less. Deliver it to Heather, and she’ll have no excuse to linger.” I took it, my hands shaking. It was heavier than I expected, like it carried more than just money. “And the favor?” I asked quietly. “When?” His gaze turned cold and his mouth curved into a grin before he said, “It wouldn't be fun if I tell you now, would it, princess?"

“Bro, remember the Voice of the Night we saw yesterday? Guess whose car that was?” Hindi man lang siya nilingon ni Gabe. “Definitely not yours.” “Exactly! It’s Luna’s the Valencia heiress herself!” Saglit na natahimik si Gabe. Naalala niya ang maliit na batang babaeng minsang naghatid kay Miguel noon sa eskwela, maliit, masayahin, at palaging may dala-dalang candy. Ngayon, nineteen na, confident, successful, at muli nilang makakasama.

"Cindy, Tina was generous enough to sponsor for your education, and this is how you repay her? "Everyone here, listen up! Tina is Nancy's real granddaughter, the true heiress of Skyrise Group!" I stared at David in disbelief. "She's Nancy's biological granddaughter? The heiress of Skyrise Group? "David, how do you say that with a straight face? You're shameless." Evan rolled his eyes and gave me a dismissive look. "Cindy, did you forget to take your meds today or something? You're clearly having one of your episodes."

Last I heard, she was working at a diner in upstate New York, her dreams of a billionaire lifestyle buried under the weight of Julian’s debt. "They thought they could take a crown they didn't earn," Xavier said, his grip tightening protectively. "They forgot that a Queen knows her kingdom better than any thief ever could." The doors to the terrace swung open, and my assistant stepped out, looking frantic but professional. "Mrs. Sterling-Thorne? The guests have all arrived in the ballroom. The Minister is ready, and the press is held back behind the gold cord. It’s time." I looked at my reflection in the glass. I was no longer the girl who did homework for a boy who hated her. I was the archi

Before Her Heir. Sienna’s breath caught. “Her Heir,” she whispered. Harvey’s face paled. “No. No, Sienna, you don’t understand. It’s not just about the bloodline. It’s what you’re meant to do with it. You’re not just the heir... you are the one who will either break the curse or become its next victim.” Sienna looked at the journal again, her heart racing. The final words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain: Her Heir. Her destiny had just been laid bare before her, and she had no idea how to stop the storm that was about to break.

Emanuela died on the coldest day of that winter. The poison took three full days to run its course. They said her final state was horrifying. Her skin was ulcerated, and her eyes were bloodshot. She was like a rotting corpse. No one claimed the body. Her ashes were scattered into the Blackthorn River. It was where my grave should have been. Alessandro inherited the title of Don. But he abandoned the main estate and moved into the side wing that had once been mine. My room remained untouched. The Colt pistol lay on the nightstand. He polished it daily.