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?"

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.

But the burn didn’t ease the knot in his chest. The news flashed on TV. “In breaking news, the missing Hartman heiress has been found alive after twenty-three years…” Adrian froze. The screen showed Evelyn stepping from a black car, surrounded by cameras. “She’s the missing Hartman heiress,” he whispered. Charlotte paled. “That’s impossible.” Adrian barely heard her. Every cruel word he’d thrown at Evelyn echoed in his head. He’d called her a gold digger, said she didn’t belong. Now she was the richest woman in New York.

“You look exhausted. Come in. I made coffee.” “I can’t drink coffee,” I muttered, managing a weak smile. “My nerves are already fried.” “Well,” she sighed, guiding me to the kitchen, “then I’ll pour you some tea. But, sweetheart…” She hesitated, eyes flicking toward the newspaper sprawled open on the counter. “You might want to brace yourself first.” I frowned and leaned over. The headline screamed in bold print: THE HEIR’S SECRET LOVER: CELESTE SINCLAIR BREAKS SILENCE BY HER ABSENCE.

"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?"

I asked, lifting my head to meet his gaze, keeping my voice steady. “The time is right,” he said, his hand sliding from my cheek to my neck. “I’ve cleared away all obstacles.” Since I had become his secret lover, he had always treated me well. As the true heiress, reclaimed by the family as an adult, I hadn’t been familiar with high society etiquette, often suppressed by Catherine and ridiculed or bullied in public. He didn’t just remove my enemies; he secretly backed me up, giving me wealth and power I had never dared to imagine.

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.