Novel & Cerita The Secret Heiress Loved By Four

Serena asked flatly, catching his meaning at once. "The same thing everyone wants." His lips curled into a smile. "Wealth and power!" Serena’s smile was thin, almost cruel. That, she could grant. As the last heir of the Serpentine name, she held power enough to shape destinies. "I won’t wait long," she pressed, her voice cutting like a blade. "Do whatever it takes. Leak it. Break their alliances. Leave the Velmonds bleeding!" "As you wish, Miss!"

Compared to having his lover by his side, he would much rather have his company! [Such a pity for Harmonia. She was already dumped by Absalom. After she got together with a new sugar daddy, Hector dumped her too!] [Someone took her in, didn’t they? We just don’t know who bought Marshtown Studio yet. Do you girls have any news?] [Could it be the mysterious heir of the billion-dollar fortune? I heard that the heir has suddenly shown up and claimed it despite having been gone for nine whole years.] [The heir is actually an heiress who owns a Lamborghini! She wore sunglasses, a baseball cap, and a mask. She’s really mysterious!]

“To pay someone a visit.” “Who?” Julian hesitated. Then he said it: “Dominic Crane’s daughter.” Aiden looked stunned. “Crane has a daughter?” Julian nodded. “She’s not on the books. She lives abroad. But she visits under aliases. I caught a glimpse of her once, at Harold’s birthday gala. She’s the only person he keeps off the chessboard.” “Why?” Clarissa asked. “Because she’s his queen,” Julian said. “And if I’m right, she’s the key to unlocking how deep this goes.”

“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?"

When we finally got home, he headed straight for his study, leaving me to walk up the stairs to our cold bedroom by myself. ​I sat down at my vanity, reaching into a hidden drawer beneath the velvet lining to pull out a thick folder buried under my jewelry. I flipped through the pages, my eyes landing on the seal of Vane Holdings and the documents that proved I was the sole heiress to a conglomerate that made the Blackwood fortune look like pocket change.

could never express how grateful she was for his love—love deeper than anything her own mother ever gave her. She hugged him again, letting it all out. If there were two people she would sacrifice her happiness for, it would be her grandpa and her daughter. They were all she had. And the day she found out she was pregnant, she promised herself to value them and stand by them, even if it meant giving up her own love forever. While they shared their moment, shock was written all over the Millers’ faces. Justin knew her, but he didn’t know she was the heiress. He had judged her wrongly and accused her of things she never did. His heart ached as he stared at the two on stage—their love, their bo

I didn’t forget that I was the heir of the Everhart family; I had the responsibility to ensure my family’s legacy continued and grew stronger. Because I had been absent for a long time, I was now trying to catch up, working diligently. When I finished, I exhaled and sipped my coffee slowly. “A little cold, but okay,” I murmured to myself. I grabbed my phone and scrolled through social media. There was a lot of news about Raven—about the matches he would compete in and about his private, secretive life. I saw the headline: “Who will be the lucky woman to become Raven’s lover?” Without realizing it, I smiled after reading the news.

It is on every news site, every social media platform, every television channel I flip through in a desperate attempt to escape it. "Hidden Heiress Celestine Valancourt Engaged to World's Richest Man Lysander Ashcroft." There is a photo. Celestine and Lysander, standing in a garden full of roses, her hand in his, a ring on her finger, both of them smiling and that smile make my chest ache with something that might be jealousy or might be grief or might be the simple, painful realization that she never looked at me that way, not once, not ever.

Then Alexander leaned closer and whispered- “This marriage was never a coincidence.” My heart stopped. Before I could question him, the priest spoke again. And just like that I realized- This wasn’t just an escape from humiliation… It was the beginning of something far more dangerous.