The Lost Heiress Never Forgiven Novels & Stories

“He’s around you and looking at you from afar—” She kissed him and pulled his head more closer to her. She gasp after that quick kiss motion. “Let that kiss be our last,” she said and stood. She walked towards her closet and picked a clothes to wear. “This is not right, Argen. He stole your necklace. Are you going to let him betrayed you like that from behind?” He angrily asked and reached her wrist to look to his face. “He’s a prince. And you’re out of his level. He’s the lost child of Queen Maritz,” she informed. “It’s fine to have him betraying. That is life. And what matters the most in this world is to live under the privilege of pursuing as heiress.”

She had siblings to help. "Get out!" Hydra put her loud pitch at her. Leonor ran away and sniffs while wiping the tears from her face. Hydra came to stare at Valdemar and focused on their discussion. She was positive that it was the Heart of Magic's power. Meaning, one of the King found it and she will do a proper investigation to confirm if it's the doing of the magic stone who lost and stolen from him. " I heard that King Tharks won the war!" Valdemar informed her.

But the burn didn’t ease the knot in his chest. The news flashed on TV. “In breaking news, the missing Hartman heiress has been found alive after twenty-three years…” Adrian froze. The screen showed Evelyn stepping from a black car, surrounded by cameras. “She’s the missing Hartman heiress,” he whispered. Charlotte paled. “That’s impossible.” Adrian barely heard her. Every cruel word he’d thrown at Evelyn echoed in his head. He’d called her a gold digger, said she didn’t belong. Now she was the richest woman in New York.

She scoffed, walking close as she came up to stand directly opposite me with her face inches away from mine. “Know your place bitch, don’t fucking make me put you in your place. And just Incase you’ve forgotten where your place, you’re the forgotten daughter. The discarded one, the rejected heiress.” She smirked at the conclusion of her words before she began to back away, and slowly turned her steps around to exit the room. She’s not a priority for me to handle right now. I whirled back around to lower myself beside my bedridden father. I took his hand in mine as I shook it violently. “You better not die on me. You better not! Because I’m back, so you better keep fighting!” Tears threatened

She continued struggling until she pulled her hand away from his grip. She shifted back into her seat. "That arrogance might work on other girls," she said, resting her head back against the seat, looking ahead through the windscreen at the dark road stretching out before them. "but not me. I'm not interested! If you really want to repay me, then just leave me alone." Her voice broke on the last words, filled with sadness, and then she turned back to him. "I'm not an heiress or a hooker. I'm just a normal girl who will never be your type. So can't you just let me go?"

Reid said, running a hand through his hair. “Her who?” “Jacintha,” Reid cut him off, eyes fixed on Jacintha. “Wish me luck.” He slipped his phone into his pocket, adjusted his cuffs, and went upstairs The elevator when he stepped in. “I'm telling you, this isn't worth the price”, Jacintha argued. “Why would you put this beauty up for just $120,000?” The shopkeeper looked tired and confused. She had run out of ideas. How rich was this Heiress that she thinks, a single ring for $120,000 was too cheap. She had seen spoilt ladies from rich families but this is new.

"I promise I'll buy you every expensive watch in the world," Vivian said. Back then, I thought happiness was within reach. It wasn't until a year later that I found out she was the long-lost heiress of the Grayson family. She said she was going to take back everything she had lost. I didn't say a word and stayed by her side. Abductions, setups, poisonings, accidents—I went through every kind of ordeal. She fought hard and clawed her way to the top, becoming the rightful heiress of the Grayson family. But after that, everything changed.

How dare they move on like her life didn't matter? Like he didn’t steal everything from me? But she knew better. This wasn’t the time or place to let her emotions take over. 'Not yet.' she thought to herself as she continued forcing herself to maintain the polite smile on her face. 'Be patient, and you'll have the last laugh.' She swallowed the bitterness threatening to spill from her tongue and instead let her hatred fuel her resolve. One day, she would make him and his whole pay. One day, they would know what it felt like to lose everything.

Don't make me ask twice. In my previous life, I would have replied with an apology and a wire transfer. I had been the billionaire heiress who functioned as a footstool for a boy who hated the very air I breathed. I had died in a hospital wing I funded, alone, while he toasted his engagement to Stacy with my money. Not this time. We pulled up to the elite campus of Columbia University. Julian was leaning against a stone pillar, looking every bit the brooding "bad boy" in a jacket I had bought him for Christmas. Stacy was draped over his arm, giggling.

Except Lorenzo wasn’t watching the tourists. He was watching one girl. On the third screen, a young woman with long black hair stepped out of a café, carrying a small brown bag. She wore a simple dress and large sunglasses. She moved with elegance, with calm confidence — unaware she was being watched. Isadora Sinclair. The stolen heiress. The girl who lived a life that was never hers, yet should have belonged to him.