The Hidden Heiress Novels & Stories

Then silence. I closed my eyes and pretended I hadn’t heard it. Thirty days. A house full of secrets. A man who looked at me like he wanted to own every broken piece. And a will that had already decided neither of us was walking away clean. I was the hidden heir. And the dark had only just begun to open its mouth.

I turned toward the door, but something made me stop. I looked back at her. For eighteen years, I had searched for the girl I remembered. I had finally found her, but she was carrying another name and another life. I couldn't make her remember me. I couldn't force her to accept Elara. All I could do was give her the time she needed and keep the promise I had made all those years ago. I rested my hand against the door and met her eyes one last time. She might not remember the boy who had promised to find her, but I remembered everything. And if she wanted to uncover the truth about Adrian, I would help her do it without taking control away from her. “Heather,” I said softly, “whatever happens

"My lady? Who was it? You look like you've seen a ghost." "Worse," I muttered, sinking into a chair. "A brother. Elias. Claims he's the hidden heir from the ledger." Her eyes widened, and she crossed herself quickly. "Lord preserve us. If that's true, the will... everything changes." The will. Father's last testament, the one that had named me sole heir provided I upheld the family traditions—marry into an approved alliance by my twenty-fifth birthday, bind the bloodline against the curse. But with a hidden heir surfacing, and Ma Felicia already scheming to insert Serena as the rightful claimant... it was a powder keg. I glanced at my phone—more messages pouring in from the suitors, from Nic

The watching has cost me more than I expected. *What I found is locked in your mother's greenhouse, in the drawer under her potting bench. The brass key that came with this letter opens it.* "The greenhouse." My voice sounded thin in the empty room. "He hid it in my mother's greenhouse." "It has been locked for three years." Naomi frowned. "Harold holds the only other key, and I have never once seen him use it." "Then I will go when I can bear to." I smoothed the page with both hands and forced myself to finish, because my father had never once left a sentence unfinished.

And besides, it would be a little hypocritical of her to refuse him now on the basis of his wealth, when she had just unearthed laws making herself one of the youngest female CEO billionaires in history. Pot and kettle and all that. Feeling like her thoughts had been gathered, Abigail headed back to the house. But she decided to make a pit stop. She now knew that the uncultivated lands she had been so casually strolling on for months did not, in fact, belong to her father and were not part of his estate. But, Abigail supposed, no one had arrested her yet. So, she might as well take one last walk there. She was walking for a few minutes, when she heard a familiar voice.

I ignore him and whisper to my mother-in-law, “Thank you. You are very kind.” She shakes her head. “I’m being honest. I don’t know what would have happened to Mark had you not come along. The only thing I wish would have happened differently is that you didn’t hide from him. He suffered for so long knowing you were out there somewhere, but he couldn’t find you.” From beside me, Mark proudly says. “But I wasn’t going to give up. I knew I would find her again, and I wasn’t going to let her disappear.”

He declared in a deep voice and Cara lowered her head, wiping a lone tear that trickled down her cheek. “You’ve only one choice. Submit to me!” As he spoke, she felt a shiver run down her spine at the deep resonance of his voice. Cara lifted her gaze to him, and her gloomy hazel eyes met with intriguing grey eyes. *** Where would this forbidden relationship take them? What led the heiress of the most powerful business empire to live under the identity of a deceased girl? Will the hidden heiress ever regain her rightful identity? Who will be Cara’s savior?

The lights by the road were not very bright. However, they were enough to see a person with. It had been a long time since they'd last met, but Charlotte recognized Holly at once. She was the older sister of the long-lost Stone heiress, and she had taken advantage of her new identity to prosper. Charlotte was mad with jealousy. She suppressed the spark of anger in her eyes and held her breath as she carefully concealed herself behind a barrier nearby. She slowly crept nearer.

They were the largest, most powerful wolf pack in existence. "I... yes," I managed to stammer out. "Ah, so you do know them," Agatha said, her voice sickly sweet. "Then perhaps you can explain something to me. You see, I've heard a fascinating rumour. They say the Griffith Alpha King has a daughter. A beloved princess, hidden away from the world." She paused, letting her words hang in the air. The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. "Now, correct me if I'm wrong," she continued, her eyes gleaming with malice, "is it true that this princess... disappeared a few years ago? Rumour has it she ran away from home.”

Jarred’s words caught in his throat, and he felt a wave of nausea at the realization that his ex-wife, whom he had constantly insulted and demeaned, was actually a member of a wealthy conglomerate, and an heiress at that. For the rest of the evening, Agnes and Jarred couldn’t focus on anything but Celene. They watched as she confidently mingled with the guests, effortlessly playing the role of a successful businesswoman. They couldn’t believe that the same girl they had known for years was now the heiress of a billion-dollar company. As the night went on, Martha and Jarred’s minds were filled with questions. How could Celene have kept such a big secret from them? And why did she lie about be