The Lost Heiress Never Forgiven Novels & Stories

The rest had barricaded themselves in one of the lower towers and waited for rescue that never came. There were three of them left alive. Two women and a man, all bearing the marks of the attack—burn scars, wounds that had been hastily treated and were starting to show signs of infection. Their eyes were hollow in a way that suggested they'd witnessed things that human minds weren't supposed to see. The older woman's name was Captain Solace. She had close-cropped gray hair and a bearing that suggested she'd spent her entire life trying to hold things together. Even now, even in this catastrophe, she was trying.

"But you failed. Now, you have to pay for your mistakes." Her words hung in the air, haunting me. All I could manage to whisper was her name: "O...livia.” "Yes, it's me, Olivia – your best friend, or should I say, ex-best friend," she sneered. "Did you think I'd rot in jail? Never! I'm here to take what's rightfully mine." Her eyes gleamed with malice. "Don't worry, I won't kill you. But I will make sure you miss that court hearing. Think about it – if you do, Alex will torture you for the rest of your life. And what's better than that?"

Tell me about their lost daughter " I asked him. "We don't have much information about her. What we know is that she got lost nineteen years ago and like we all believe it's you" My jaw dropped when Stepheno told me directly. It can't be me even if I tried to be. "I am not her," I said to Stepheno, fiddling with my fingers. "Let's stop for now" Finally Loren decided to speak. I agreed with him because I was tired of all the information. Marco gathered all the files and arranged them in order.

The woman they had thought of as a gold digger was none other than the heiress of the Hale family. While Nathaniel felt the floor drop out beneath his shoes. The few glass shards which were still stuck in his hand finally fell to the floor as he stared at Elara, the woman he had hurt many times in their past, the woman he had treated so wrong in their past. She was the very heiress people bowed down to.

He and his father started discussing various topics, from his recent board meeting to family news and updates. Their conversation eventually turned to young Ms. Everheart, and Crimson shared the unfortunate news with his mother that the owner had refused to sell him back the hotel. “That's our family legacy, and now it's in the hands of someone who doesn't understand its history or its importance to us,” Crimson lamented. "I've been hearing a lot about the young Miss of the Everheart family," Mr. Ashford said. "I haven't met her, but I believe her name is Elizabeth.”

"You know, Gina, no matter how much money you have, you still don’t fit the position of an heiress." I tilted my head. "Oh? And why is that?" "Because," Julian said, stepping closer, "an heiress should be graceful. Elegant. Refined. Not a power-hungry woman who’s desperate to prove something." I chuckled, shaking my head. "Ah, Julian. Still bitter, I see. Let me guess—you thought you’d seen the last of me?" He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "I was hoping." "Well, sorry to disappoint you," I said, feigning sympathy. "But as you can see, I’m very much alive. And unlike you, I don’t need anyone’s approval to be where I am."

"I keep running the vote back in my head. The exact moment the count came in. I told myself, going into that room, that I'd made my peace with losing everything over this. I don't think that was entirely true. I think some part of me was terrified the whole time, and I've only just now let myself admit it." "You won. It's over." "The vote is over. None of the rest of it is." He turned to look at her, something raw in his expression that she'd come to recognize as the version of him only she got to see anymore. "Aldric isn't finished. Genevieve isn't finished. Margaret is going to spend months, maybe years, working through what thirty years of secrecy did to her, and I don't fully know how to

She wanted to slap him and cursed at him for playing and taking advantage of her feelings! He cannot tell her that he didn't know about her feelings at all because she already confessed to him before the accident happened. So, he had no excuse once she confronted him. “That guy will pay for hurting you, babe. I promised that,” Daisy stated. Margaux's head snapped at her best friend and her brows instantly furrowed. “Not only him! But also that b*tch and his family who mistreated you for three years! Who are they to treat you, the only daughter and the heiress of the Montello clan like that? Only fools and ignorant will dare offend you!”

Ethan catching us in the mansion would ruin my plans. I snapped towards the window, and my eyes narrowed at how wide and large it was. I pushed her to it, pulling it open. I carried her onto the balcony. *** We managed to escape, and we were back in my mansion. The party was over, and Keith was going through the signet to see if it had been tampered with. "This is it, the original signet of Mr Coleman. You have a pretty good chance of getting everything back with this." She beamed at his words, the hope of finally being in reach lighting up her eyes.

Every piece of information led me in circles. My task was clear, find the president of the Lunaris Fashion Empire, marry her, secure the bond, forge the alliance, keep the bloodlines intact, protect the fortune and expand the territory. It sounded ruthless, maybe even outdated. But that was my world—wolves and legacies. And the missing heiress? Yeah. Turns out she’s the girl I’ve been dying to have too, a stripper. I laughed bitterly, still unable to believe. “She was right there, Briar. All this time.”