The Lost Heiress Never Forgiven Novels & Stories

The one I convinced myself was nothing more than a burden. I chose Annette, and I have never once questioned that decision. Not until today. Estelle, the girl I considered discarded shoes, was now worn by my rival, Zen. The irony; what I cast aside now looked more polished, elevated, far more valuable than when it belonged to me. Zen, that illegitimate bastard stood there, tall and smug, lifting his hand just enough for the cameras to catch a gleam of the ring. Her ring. The ring that she gave him.

This was it. The full circle. Ivy had everything Eliana had once possessed: the fiancé, the social standing, the public adoration. The exact life Eliana had walked away from, the one that had led to her demise. The one she had foolishly given up before to give to a man who had only wanted her for what her family could offer him. But Eliana was no longer the naive heiress. She was a different woman, with a different path, and a different kind of power. And now, with Ivy firmly in place, Eliana was free to build her empire, unburdened by the ghosts of her past.

How could he hit you like that? He used to treat you so well. What happened to him? Maybe he never really loved me. Bianca said quietly, her voice tinged with resigned bitterness. He only cared about the pampered young heiress from the wealthy North family. It didn't matter who she was as long as she fit the role, her lips curved mockingly, though the pain lingered in her eyes. Helen fumed, pacing restlessly. You deserve better. Suddenly, her eyes lit up. Wait, have you seen the news this morning?

“This was also part of his plan. That woman knew she wasn’t your mother. The plan was always to get you in such a state of trauma that he would always have a way to control you anytime he needed to.” “But….why is he so evil? She tormented me all my life… and for what, a few millions?” “Billions, my dove.” My eyes widened to the size of saucers. “Billions???” “Yes. You’re the lost heiress of the Everhart fortune.” He announced, his tone a bit louder at the revelation. “This was your story, and you revealed it perfectly. You and your siblings are the heirs to the generational wealth in our name.”

"Don't think that winning over my parents will get us back together. I'm already tired of you." Sofia gave a faint smile. "I know." Her tone was so calm that it left Aurelio momentarily speechless. She continued, "But you also know that my reputation is ruined because of you. Aurelio, you owe me compensation." "How much do you want?" he asked. She looked up. "Five million dollars and an invitation to the family banquet." The banquet was a private gathering hosted by Antonio. Every lead in the serial disappearance case she had been investigating pointed there.

She knew, this time, he will make a way for him to get what he wants. And of course, she won’t ever leave the place where she was born. She won’t let her dad to get what he wants. She won’t let him escape nor forget the memory of the past and negligence he did to her, causing her to lost everything. "Hey guys, we're here," her train of thoughts stopped when Sevi spoked and announced that they are back at Empires. He even lifted the plastic bags he was holding containing alcohol and some chips. He also served them glasses and snacks.

Where was she going to go, and why did she seem like the divorce didn't affect her? “Don't go Meg”. Elizabeth begged, trying to make a good impression on Mrs. Wilson. But Megan would be dead if she believed her, so she ignored her plea and walked towards the door. What a nice person Elizabeth was, how could she still be nice to someone who stole Greg from her in the first place? Mrs. Wilson thought. As she walked past. Mrs. Wilson noticed the necklace on Megan, it was an expensive model which only one of its kind existed. There were rumours about the only heiress of the song family owning it.

“He doesn’t love me anymore.” Marcus laughed lowly. “Told you this wouldn’t last. A queen can’t lie about the heir and expect to keep her crown.” Silvia slammed the glass down. “Don’t mock me.” He shrugged. “Fine. So what now?” She was quiet for a moment, thinking. Her nails scratched gently at her wrist. “I know her… I’ve seen her before. That name… Alana Winters…” She said the name again, softly. “Alana Winters… Winters… It sounds so familiar. Why can’t I remember?”

“Hardly. I came to remind you that you don’t own this space; you don’t own this city. Tonight, the spotlight isn’t just yours.” With that, I turned my gaze to Gabriella, who took a small step back, observing me with equal parts disdain and intrigue. “Congratulations on your new partnership,” I said, my openness a strategic mask for the confidence bubbling beneath. “Though we all know you’re merely a pawn in Andre’s elaborate chess game.” Gasps spread through the attendees at my audacity, their eyes darting between the three of us, hungry for the unfolding drama. Gabriella lifted her chin, an unmistakable defiance glimmering in her icy gaze. “And you must be the runaway heiress who’s chosen t

But unknown to her that it was just the beginning of my confession. “It's his loss. At least he lost the heiress of Lancaster.” Ariel replied proudly. I'm sure she was just saying this to make me feel better. “That's not all,” I answered. Staring at her as she disengaged from the hug to wipe off my face with her bare palm. “There's more left?” “Yes,” I nodded amidst my tears as I squeezed the bedsheet. By the time I was done with my words. The both of us couldn't help but enter a confused mode.