The Long Lost Heiress Novels & Stories

Set the phone on the desk with precise care. Catherine hadn't moved. She stood by the door, her hand on the frame, her face pale in the dim light. "He's won," she said. "No one has won." I poured another whiskey, drank it in a single swallow. "Lucien wants the alliance documents because they prove the Voss family owned the routes he thinks I stole. He wants to clear their name, restore their legacy, find heirs he doesn't know exist." I laughed, the sound bitter even to my own ears. "He doesn't know the best part, Catherine. He doesn't know there is a Voss heir. He doesn't know she's in his house, in his bed, solving his puzzles. He doesn't know that every secret he shares with her, every tru

Isabella's POV The morning after the gala, my face was on every news site and social media platform in the country. "The Lost Morrison Heiress Found." "Billionaire's Long-Lost Granddaughter Revealed." But my favorite headline was from a gossip blog: "Marcus Wei's Biggest Mistake: He Divorced a Morrison." I read that one three times before I started making calls. It was time to stop playing defense. Time to attack. I woke up in my bedroom at the Morrison estate to my phone vibrating nonstop.

I said as I sat back down and tried to keep the irritation out of my voice. "Forget the investors you already have and start thinking about the one who just landed back in the country, because word is that the Great Thorne Heiress—the real one, the one with the trust fund that hasn't been touched in three years—is looking for a new project to dump her excess capital into," Beatrice said, and I felt a sudden jolt of electricity run through my chest that made me sit up straight.

“Right, right, don’t worry! We’ll definitely deliver her on time! Damn, this girl’s prettier than expected. Even my brother and I are getting tempted! Hahaha—” Another pause. “How could we dare? We definitely won’t touch her! We’ll send her over untouched!” Fear crept into Isabella’s chest. CEO Durges? Suddenly, her mind flashed back to the incident at the Grand Pearl Hotel. Edwin Durges. The disgusting man she had accidentally encountered that night. Her expression darkened instantly. So he hadn’t given up. After failing once, he had actually gone as far as kidnapping her. The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that this was exactly what had happened.

“Do you still not understand how important you are to me?” My breath caught. The emotion in his gaze made my chest ache. Then he said it. “I found out who your ghost fiancé is.” I sat up too fast, pain lancing through my ribs. “Who?” “He’s from Montreal. A cartel leader. Several men under him. All illegal operations. He’s got power in the underworld like I do in the corporate world.” I blinked, the revelation slamming into me like a train. “And he’s the one who—?” “He started searching for you like a madman after you went missing. That’s how I tracked him.”

“Now it’s time for your truth.” I frown. “What truth, Grandma? That I didn’t really die two years ago? That I only hid until Father’s killer could be found?” She hesitates. Breath sharp. Then her gaze hardens, fierce, determined. “No. The truth I’ve hidden from everyone. That you, Alexa Hills, are the heiress to Hills Corps and Hills Fusion. And now, it’s time to announce you as the rightful owner.” I stare at her, stunned. The air rips out of my lungs.

I held back my tears and shouted defiantly, "Skyrise Group belongs to Grandma. I'm the real heiress of the company!" Bang! Before I could catch my breath, Bobby smashed my head against the glass wall again. He continued shouting furiously. "Cindy, quit dreaming. I already gave Skyrise Group to Tina as her wedding gift last year. Whoever marries her will inherit the company!" His words sent a wave of shock through the entire crowd. Everyone's eyes lit up as they stared at Tina. At that moment, a commanding voice came from behind me. "Bobby, I dare you to say that again. Who did you just claim is the heiress of Skyrise Group?"

Not because there was nothing to say but because everything we could say was too large to fit into words yet. I stared out the oval window, watching darkness swallow the wing, my reflection faintly visible in the glass. I barely recognized the woman looking back at me. Her hair was tangled, her eyes too sharp, too awake. There were faint scratches along her collarbone and wrist—souvenirs from a rooftop where the truth finally stopped hiding. I wasn’t the Hidden Heiress anymore. I wasn’t the substitute. I was the girl whose grandfather had signed her death warrant before she was old enough to understand what betrayal looked like.

The same kind of desperation I’d felt the first time I mentioned Emily’s name and watched the color drain from her face. It wasn’t rage. It wasn’t disdain. It was something much worse. And then I laughed at myself, shaking my head. When had Aria ever been desperate? She was the Moretti heir—the one destined to inherit her father’s empire and the entire New York City network. … It’s been half a month since Aria left. And I haven’t heard a single word from her. Which was odd. Going to the Ricci as a hostage was supposed to be symbolic, almost ceremonial. They wouldn’t harm her. They wouldn’t cut off contact completely.

He would be the family she had lost, a fierce love blooming amidst the ashes of heartbreak. -Back to reality- We tried so hard to find you. You are the treasure of the Lowes family. We won't let anyone hurt you!" said Owen. Just then, a greying man entered the bedroom. It was Waldo Lowes, the owner of Worlds Group in Luxembourg. His presence had the power to frighten an entire city. "Don't cry! "Ev, you are the heir of Worlds Group. Hundreds of millions of properties will be yours in the future. Whoever hurts you, let him pay!"