The Lost Heiress Never Forgiven Novels & Stories

But maybe, just maybe a baby would bring him back to me… to us. Tonight was our four-year anniversary. I had planned everything perfectly. Dinner at La Rosa, the most exclusive restaurant in the city. The one my parents owned. The one where I would finally tell Angelo the truth. The truth I had been hiding for years. I wasn’t just Ariana Lopez, the simple girl he fell in love with in college. I was Ariana Melendez. The heiress to the Melendez fortune. My family owned half the city hotels, restaurants, even a few tech companies. But I had hidden it all because I wanted Angelo to love me for me, not for my last name or my money.

Mom domineering voice pierced into my ears. I looked at her. "I'm sorry,mom but I've lost my appetite so excuse me. I love the gown. And, about how I feel? Trulyyyy happy because I'd soon escape this hell."I got up. "I see you cannot wait,"she crossed her arms. Eyes boring into mine. "How impatient tho,can the heiress of Winslow be just for marriage!"she spat. My legs felt numb at her statement. "Marriage is not an achievement,dear."

But Estella quickly freed herself from his strong hold, replying, “No! I understand that it was your wish, but you didn’t kill my family, Egon. I know it’s a burden. I know everything from the beginning. But you are my friend. You helped me to reconcile with my past. Regarding the king, I don’t think I can forgive him for the time being, but I surely don’t blame you. You never wanted to kill me. So, don’t be guilty about it.” Everybody’s ears went stunned after hearing her. How could she forgive him this easily? Is it for real? Estella guessed everyone’s thoughts, and responded back, “Yes, I forgive you. But as you have the urn back to Lady Evanora, I would wish to have it back. It belongs t

She has lost so many times to Maeve, and I know she can’t win against her. “I am beginning to rethink my decision about her, though.” I lifted my brow. “She happens to be an heiress.” I couldn’t believe the materialist woman. “Theo is an heir too, and you hated him!” Nadia scolded. “He was a disgraced heir and a mere hotelier.” I shook my head. She is never going to change. “I am not a disgraced heir, and calling me a mere hotelier when I own a chain of hotels around the world is pretty upsetting.”

The silence that followed was suffocating. "Decide quickly," Vera said finally, her voice returning to that terrible calm. "Pride is expensive. And right now, you can't afford it. Either you bring him back, actually bring him back, not whatever half-measures you're currently planning, or I send someone who will." "She won't succeed," Selene said desperately. "Rowan doesn't—he's not interested in girls like her. He wants someone with polish, with sophistication—"

"The world is going to see that Rossi label. They are going to look for you Hannah." "Let them look " I said. I leaned my head against his shoulder. "They will find a woman who works in a press house and buys her bread in the square. They will find a Trust that belongs to a village. They will not find an heiress. The Hidden Heiress died the day I returned the deed to Marco. What is left is me." I felt a sense of freedom. It was as if the last tie to my life had been cut. The long and difficult journey of my past the struggle and the revenge had been reduced to a fact: I was home.

‎ ‎Her heartbeat quickened. ‎She slowly untied the string. ‎Inside was a black velvet box. ‎ ‎Maria instinctively stepped closer. ‎"What is it?" ‎ ‎Vivian lifted the lid. ‎A silver music box rested inside. ‎Old. ‎Beautiful. ‎Its delicate surface was engraved with tiny lilies. ‎The moment she touched it..., a memory flashed through her mind. ‎ ‎A little girl laughing. ‎A woman humming the same melody. ‎Then, sudden darkness. ‎Vivian blinked.

Her duty was to please him and satisfy his desires whenever they arose. She never loved him. But unlike many other women, she refused to accept that fate. At every meeting she was fortunate enough to attend, she kept her ears open, listening. She never let any piece of information slip past her. She became even more involved than Falcone ever realized. Instead of becoming the perfect wife, she became the perfect actress. She’d put on a show when necessary, but behind his back, she plotted—plotted his death and how to execute it without any suspicions. She was going to inherit everything he owned, and then she’d become the Lady of his Manor. She’d be untouchable. But then, she heard the news:

“She’s desperate, can’t you see? She’s paired up with the Discarded Heir. It’s perfect, isn't it? The loser who couldn't keep her husband and the son who couldn't keep his father’s money. They’re both scraps.” A cruel ripple of laughter broke out. The "vultures" had found their meat. “She can’t even keep Tristan even with a pretty face,” Sarah mocked, emboldened by Tina’s outburst. “I guess some things can’t be fixed with a surgeon’s knife, right Marissa?” “The Loser and the Discarded Heir,” Marcus chuckled, raising his glass mockingly. “A match made in the bargain bin. Welcome back to the real world, you two. Hope you enjoyed your five minutes of feeling like you belonged.”

She stood up slowly, looking down at them like a queen looking at lowly servants who had betrayed her. "And let me warn you... if even a single cent is missing after the deadline... I will not hesitate to hand all the evidence over to the authorities. You will not just lose your wealth. You will spend the rest of your lives behind bars. Do I make myself clear?" Danilo and Drake stood frozen, pale as ghosts, unable to say another word. The lies died on their tongues. They realized too late that the 'foolish heiress' they had mocked earlier was the most terrifying judge they had ever faced.