The Secret Heir And His Secret Power Novels & Stories

"But your papà's work is in a different place." "Is it a secret?" He shifted, pulling back just enough to look up at me with those wide, intensely familiar dark eyes. "Like the surprise birthday cake we hid from Zia Sofia?" "A little bit secret," I murmured, keeping my voice soft, a gentle lullaby to keep the ghosts at bay. "But not a game. Just adult things."

"Because Adrian wasn't supposed to exist." The confusion in her eyes deepened. "What does that mean?" I looked at the floor. "My grandfather built everything around one heir." I paused. "And Adrian threatened that." Her face changed. "Money." I nodded. "Power." She laughed softly. "So this is all about inheritance?" "Partly." I looked at her. "But there is something else." "What?" My voice became lower. "Adrian knew a secret about my father." The room went silent. "What secret?" "I don't know."

"But, I really just need to process all of this first, if you don't mind?" "Of course," Adam nodded. "I know this is overwhelming, but you need to keep one thing in mind. This isn't all from me. Much of my wealth I inherited from my father, as he did from his. This isn't me, giving this to you, this is simply me passing on what was always already yours." "I understand," Abigail said, holding onto one of the files for support. "And I'm not refusing it. I just need time." "Of course," Adam nodded. "You can have all the time in the world."

I asked. " There is nothing that could be hidden for long Heidi. Like meeting Ezio was your destiny, meeting her is his destiny. You will never be able to avoid it. The day he meets her, this butterfly shines brightly. But, only she would be able to see that. But until then, you have to hide him well. Don't let the world see that he holds the power. Remember Heidi, he's your son. He holds the same power that you hold. The power to heal and give life," he said. I was struck back again.

His words made my heart ache. If only I could teach my heart to love Atlas, I would, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t force myself to feel something that wasn’t there. To me, Atlas was a friend—nothing more, nothing less. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “You don’t need to apologize. It’s fine. Your secret's safe with me,” he assured me. He was right. All the secrets I had, he kept them, even back when we were teenagers. Not once had he ever betrayed my trust. And now, even as an adult, he was still protecting me, still keeping my foolish mistakes hidden.

Angela shouted, closing the suitcase again and shoving it before Gilberd. "Especially Uncle. Uncle has no right to keep all this when the head of the family is already there, "cried Gilbert. "All of this is yours, Angela. So save it!" Dareen exclaimed. Angela looked at Regan, and Regan nodded his head. "The other wealth is in a secret room, which is the big vault of this family. And the key is with you, which is the symbol of the key to the Gonemanus family," Gilberd exclaimed.

“Smart girl. Don’t worry — I’m not interested in your little love story. I have bigger plans.” He walked to the desk and handed me an envelope — thick, unmarked. “This will cover the exact amount. No more, no less. Deliver it to Heather, and she’ll have no excuse to linger.” I took it, my hands shaking. It was heavier than I expected, like it carried more than just money. “And the favor?” I asked quietly. “When?” His gaze turned cold and his mouth curved into a grin before he said, “It wouldn't be fun if I tell you now, would it, princess?"

she retorted "I do not plan to marry anyone, neither do I plan to fall in love with any" "Even if you do not fall in love, you have to get married, I need an heir or do you want De Valle's legacy to die with you?" "If what you want is an heir, I could give you that without getting married, just hang on a bit and you'll get an heir" Hazel stood up and walked out of the house he hated so much but had no choice, his mind traveled to the little boy he had just given his blood to and who could be his son, if what his mother wants is an heir, he would give that to her.

It was Luna he loved, not Keira. Then, thoughts of the golden heirloom key floated into my mind. I had to mention something about it. “The festival is something we can wait for,” he drawled, and I smiled. “That reminds me; I'm writing a book, and it will have a festival in it. By the way, the book is about the Golden Heirloom Key. The secret powers it contains, the consequences of having it. Advantages, disadvantages… I'm just, you know… compiling it all.”

"Enzo. You know him?" "Ah. Lorenzio, the second heir." Ricchar crossed his arms and looked me in the eye again. "Are you still dating guys?" "What?" I pulled a face. Ricchar squinted at me. A mix of curiosity and puzzlement narrowed his eyes. "Does Mykaela know?" So what? I made a face at the sudden inquiry. It made me want to shift the topic to avoid the issue. "Why would I keep it a secret?"