The Lost Heiress Never Forgiven Novels & Stories

"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 It sounded ruthless, maybe even outdated.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.”

I’m nosy sue me. “You were supposed to sleep with Shane Ryder not Percival Black! Why are you so stupid Clare”a woman’s voice rings out and from what she is saying I realize it belongs to Clare Haistings mother, Iris Haistings, “Mother I don’t know what happened. Shane Ryder was not in the room he was supposed to be in that’s not my fault but Arias. She was supposed to get him there and she didn’t!” There’s a loud screech then she’s says “I’m going to kill that bitch right after I kill her mother”

“Missing sapphire brooch; important royal heirloom belonging to the Princess. Please see attached photograph. Anyone who returns the brooch to the King’s Beta will receive an award in the sum of five hundred dollars.” My brows skyrocketed. “Five hundred bucks?” I heard another student exclaim. “That would cover all my textbooks for next year!” “Textbooks? That’s half my rent!” “I’ve gotta find that brooch!” I folded my arms. I wasn’t sure how my father got wind of the fact that I’d lost my mother’s brooch, but it didn’t matter; I knew exactly where it was. Fucking Bianca had it. In fact, the devil herself rounded the corner just then. Everyone turned to her right away.

In his place stood a powerful, impossibly handsome man in a tailored black tuxedo, his presence commanding the entire room without effort. Conversations quieted as guests instinctively stepped aside for him. My heart pounded against my ribs as his dark gaze swept across the crowd and stopped on me. For one terrible moment, the world seemed to disappear, leaving only Eric and the memories I had spent five years trying to bury. I saw the flash of recognition in his dark gaze, followed immediately by a look of horror. “Eric, darling,” Jennifer immediately whined, stepping into his space and wrapping her hand around his arm. She pointed a red-nailed finger at me. “This waitress was being rude to

Camilla's POV ‘IN WHAT CAN ONLY BE DESCRIBED AS A SEISMIC SHIFT IN WEST CITY'S SOCIAL LANDSCAPE, BILLIONAIRE PATRIARCH ELIAS VOSS, HAS CONFIRMED THE RETURN OF HIS ONLY HEIR FROM THE STATES TO SUCCEED HIM AS HE COMES TO AN END OF HIS BUSINESS CAREER” “JUST IN: HEIR TO EMPIRE HEIR HAS REPORTED TO BE MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE ANONYMOUS OWNER OF NOVA COMPANIES AND NOVA FINANCE EMPIRES….

Each burst temporarily blinds me, making me grip Kieran's arm tighter for stability. They scale fire escapes, lean from windows, push through barriers… all for that career-defining shot. #The runaway bride escaping with her lover while her abandoned groom rages behind her# #The heiress who chose passion over duty# #The woman who brought two dynasties to their knees in a single afternoon# This image will be everywhere within the hour. Magazines, websites, social media. It'll launch unauthorized biographies, documentary series, maybe even a feature film someday. "ELISE BLACKWOOD!" A woman reporter screams my name with raw desperation, thrusting her microphone forward. "IS THIS REVENGE FOR ALEX

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