Novel & Cerita The Lost Heiress Never Forgiven

She can never forgive herself if one of them gets hurt. "I've already given you so many chances, but what did you do? You let yourself get eaten by your jealousy towards your brothers and Stuart. Your greediness towards their money and wealth destroyed the years of friendship and brotherhood between you and them!! These boys… they're your own flesh and blood… why won't you believe that? I know you secretly took a DNA test so why are you still denying them?"

“Why?” A wry line carves itself on her face. “Children tend to vanish when they venture too far from home. I would hate for any of you to end up like the lost heirs,” she says, and I think she meant it as a joke because her dreary eyes shine with dark humour, but I also think it was a sincere warning. “The lost… heirs?” I repeat questioningly, hopefully a worthy prompt for an elucidation. A ghoulish glint sparks in Hilda’s dull eyes. “The lost heirs; twins that braved into the woods. Rumours speculate that it was to visit their favourite spot by the lake which they visited religiously, but one day… they never returned.”

The betrayal had been almost as devastating as the loss itself. And now her daughter was engaged to Dexter El Camino. Of course she was. The circle of corruption remained perfectly intact. “Her name is Mia,” Dexter said. “I hired her through an agency.” I unclenched my fists, forced a polite smile, and bowed my head respectfully. Rage coursed through my veins, but this was the price of revenge. Cassie examined me with open disdain. “I assume you’re a professional,” she said coolly. “Do your job properly and don’t cross any boundaries.”

His throat burned, and his nails dug into his palms as the room went hushed with whispered admiration. He could only stare at her, jealous of the light that radiated off her. And for the first time since their breakup... for the first time since he had tried to crush her, Adrian felt something, something sharp and twisted in his gut. It wasn't regret, it wasn't longing. It was the brutal, undeniable realization that he had lost something he thought he didn't need anymore but realized he wanted to keep it. And she now she was walking into the light with none other than Damien Blackwell.

“Is that what you believe? Or what she told you to keep you safe? A lost heiress can always reclaim her place.” Her laugh is sharp and mirthless. “While I’m glad that fairytale worked out for you, Miss Hawthorne, in my case, my family doesn’t forgive easily or welcome back strays. Forgotten lines conveniently reappeared once I was gone. Coming back would’ve been signing my death warrant. Even a child knows that.” “You don’t look powerless to me,” I push, desperation rising in my chest. “That display outside your home proved it. And I believe Nazeli didn’t shape you into this so you could rot in the shadows. If you don’t know about the diamonds, then what do you know?”

When he brought her like a piece of rag from that lying bitch, she admits that she lost hope but she sees a future now and she can grab it. She is not a whore and will never be one. She is the heiress of GLV Winery and she will not let her story turn out this way. She will not be a piece of wood in the closet of this bastard. She will bid her time and escape. She will find that witch and teach her a life lesson she will never forget. She made Uncle Nicholas squandered all her fortune as if that was not enough, she sold her. Talking about having your cake and eating it too but she will make this earth bitter for her.

CH 10 POV: Sophia The Lost Heiress Returns By evening, the Hartwell estate no longer felt like a home. It felt like a palace preparing for coronation. Crystal chandeliers shimmered overhead. A red carpet stretched from the grand staircase to the ballroom entrance. Media vans lined the gates beyond the iron fencing. The world had been informed. The lost Hartwell heiress had returned. Sophia stood before a full-length mirror as stylists adjusted the final details of her gown — a silver masterpiece that clung to her like royalty.

“You’re not in my shoes, so you can’t know how I feel!” He didn’t flinch. He just looked at me… then slowly leaned back, folding his arms and crossing his legs, like I was some kind of show. That made it worse. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. “Everything you think you know about me is what the media or the public must have told you,” my voice trembled, and I hated that it did. I was trying so hard not to cry again. “The rich heiress who lost everything… the foolish wife who got cheated on and thrown away…”

I was standing on the front steps of a mansion that probably cost more than most people would earn in several lifetimes, and I looked like I'd been dragged in from the street. Because I had been dragged in from the street. I straightened my back anyway. Damien stepped ahead of us. He stood in front of the two rows of staff and didn't raise his voice, because he didn't need to. "This is Lena Morrison." He said it evenly, clearly, the kind of delivery that leaves no room for ambiguity. "Our sister. The heiress of this family." He paused, just a beat, just long enough for it to land. "You will treat her accordingly. Anyone who shows her disrespect answers to me personally."

“It's…all right, Grandma. I appreciate the London opportunity.” “I hope you understand this from his angle. No one expected that you would do this to us. Lisa's unborn child was the family's only heir, but now the baby is gone. Lisa's shocked by the news. It's a really hard time for my family.” It didn't escape me how she referred to ‘her family’. She made it clear that I wasn't a part of that family. Maybe she was trying to rekindle their old relationship. After all, Lisa was my husband's first love and the only woman I couldn't chase away from him.