The Lost Heiress Never Forgiven Novels & Stories

This was it. The moment I could back out. Walk away. Runaway back to Hongkong and start over. But then I remembered his promise…. “You’ll see her grave, Elena. You’ll have your mother’s truth.” My fists clenched under the bouquet. That was the deal. Marry the monster……Destroy him from inside…..Then finally, finally get the life I deserved. The priest’s voice snapped me back. “Do you, Elena Reed, take Adrian Blackthorne to be your lawfully wedded husband….”

“Ryan, I” “Oh, you didn’t hear?” another voice cut in. Livia. Elara’s expression immediately hardened. Her stepsister walked toward them slowly, her heels clicking softly, her face glowing with amusement. “Hear what?” Ryan asked, glancing between them. Livia let out a soft laugh. “That she’s not the heiress,” she said simply. Silence. Ryan blinked. “What?” Elara felt her stomach drop. “Livia, stop” she tried to say.

“Don’t worry, my love, I am sure Sofia is still alive. Our daughter is stronger than what she seems. They didn’t find her body so she must be alive.” Bernard was trying to keep a positive attitude, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. “Something is not right, my love. Why would she disappear just like that? Why did Christian return to London without her? It must be him! He must be involved in her missing!" "Oh God, we might have let a devil enter our household. Now my daughter is paying the price for it!” She reasoned as she continued sobbing. “I know my dear, I think the same as well. I have hired one of the best international private investigator to deal with this case. We will find

Tears blurred everything. When I finally spoke, it was with tears. Father Miguel was there and he told me to pray and believe that nothing would happen to Aria. I didn’t know much about beliefs but if it was going to bring back Valerie safely, I was going to do anything. Valerie. My brave, loyal Valerie. Caught because she tried to help me. The thoughts distraught me and I just kept praying on the altar with a broken spirit. Luciano was missing. The mansion had fallen. Elena ruled the mansion with cruelty. Isabella was a traitor. And now Ricardo had one of the only people I loved.

Valentino was used to Dominic freaking out and rambling on situations that he find so hard to believe and accept. Dominic thought for a while if he should let everything slide. Nowadays he has no choice now than to accept Valentino and find out what to do about the devil incarnate EMILIANA. "Since you asked for my pension, then let's send Emiliana back to hell." HE KILLED MY FIANCE" Mrs. Annabelle was stunned at the sudden scream from Jamal; she rashly moved back in fear.

BLURB For three years, Seraphina gave everything she had to a man who never saw her clearly. She cooked, she endured, she stayed quiet through every insult his family threw at her, and she secretly kept his failing business alive from the shadows, without him ever knowing it was her. Then his first love walked back through the door, and Seraphina disappeared. She walked out as his invisible wife and came back as Seraphina Vaughn, the hidden heiress of the most powerful family in the country. The woman two dangerous older brothers would tear the world apart for, the woman every powerful man in the city now wants standing beside him. Damian thought she would come back within a week; bu

"Did you think you could just disappear and we wouldn’t find you?" Nirvana clenched her fists. "I have nothing to say to you." Adrian smirked. "That’s funny. Because I have plenty to say to you. Like how your father rots in jail while we enjoy the wealth you lost." Nirvana’s stomach twisted. Celeste laughed. "Did you really think you could crawl back into high society? You’re nothing but a forgotten heiress, a fallen queen." Before Nirvana could respond, a strong arm wrapped around her shoulders.

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

"And because Damian Vance is a fool." Valerie felt a sharp, bitter pang of humiliation slice through her chest. She looked away, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the silk sheets. "If you're looking to use me to get to him, you're wasting your time. He took everything. My inheritance, my designs, my clothes. I have absolutely nothing left to my name. I am worthless to him." "I don't care about what you were to him," Killian hissed quietly, stepping closer until he was standing right beside the mattress.

However, as soon as Vivian spoke, she saw the live broadcast in the office. Her eyes widened in shock, and she stood there dumbfounded. "How ... how is this possible?" Vivian murmured to herself, her face filled with disbelief. It turned out that Grace was the heiress of the Lewis family. That meant that Vivian offended someone she shouldn't have. She felt so regretful that she wanted to pop some pills to calm herself down. Seeing this, Kenneth snapped, "Look at what you've done. Our partnership with Amirate Corporation has fallen through. Do you know how much the company will lose?"