The Secret Heiress Loved By Four Novels & Stories

"I'll have someone bring her to New York. You can see her tomorrow, if you want. Talk to her about the letter. About everything." Isabella's throat tightened. "She's been carrying this secret for thirty years. Afraid I'd hate her if I found out." "She loves you. That's the only thing that matters." She leaned into him, letting his strength hold her up. "When this is over " "When this is over," he said, "I'm going to marry you. For real. No contracts, no games, no secrets. Just you and me and Lucas, building something that Sebastian can't touch."

Like she couldn’t breathe properly. “Elara?” That voice Her heart skipped. She turned quickly. “Ryan…” For a second, relief flashed across her face. Finally. Someone on her side. Ryan walked toward her, dressed in a neat black suit, his usual confident smile on his face. He looked her up and down, then smirked slightly. “Where’s my heiress?” he said playfully. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” The word hit differently now. Heiress. Elara forced a small smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Ryan, I”

The secret he had been protecting—the one thing he feared Ivy would find out—was being held over his head by the very thing he despised. My body walked back to him, closing the distance until we were flush. The Heir used my hands to cradle Dante’s face, my palms soft against his rough stubble. It was a mockery of a romantic gesture, a steamy, suggestive movement that felt like a violation. "Too close. Too dangerous," I thought, but the Heir ignored me. It forced my body to lean in, my lips grazing the shell of Dante’s ear. "Do you feel that, Dante?" the Heir murmured. "The way her heart races when I touch you? She still wants you, even now. She wants the man who caged her. It’s a fascinating

What she hadn't told either of them, what she had never told anyone except Nathan, was exactly what she had found on her eighteenth birthday. She had planned a surprise. Shown up early, heart full, arms full of balloons, ready to celebrate with the boy she had loved since she was fifteen. She had heard them before she opened the door. She had stood in the hallway, completely still, while the world rearranged itself into a shape she didn't recognize. And when she finally understood what she was hearing. Sebastian's voice, low and certain, telling Rebecca that Vivian had only ever been a placeholder she had done the only rational thing available to her.

My stomach twisted violently—not from the child I carried, but from the growing realization that Adrian might never see me as anything more than a shame he couldn’t erase. Would he have acted this way if he knew about my identity as the heiress to the Company he wishes to secure a partnership with? And in that moment, I understood: the life I was carrying, the life I thought would save us, might be the very thing that breaks me completely. Upstairs, the muffled sound of Adrian’s phone buzzed through the silence. I couldn’t hear the words exchanged, but I knew that laugh. Selene’s laugh. And as my hand cradled my stomach, I realized the truth that chilled me to my bones.

Please be prompt. Secretary. Five minutes. Just five minutes to change everything or ruin the month. I rose, smooth my blouse, and took the elevator to the top floor. Executive level hits differently. Glass walls, muted tones, whispered authority. No chaos. And soon, confrontation. The door clicks. Breath catches. Sebastian Hale. Young. Dedicated. Annoyingly handsome. His eyes landed on me the moment I stepped in, then moved on. “I received your email,” he said, tapping his fingers. Piercing gaze, measuring and assessing. “You wanted an advance.”

Jewel was displeased and said, "Who told you that I am single? I am the heiress of the Fletcher family, with exceptional looks and a graduate from a prestigious university. There are plenty of men in this world who adore me. And all I need is to choose a top-notch and outstanding man, agree to marry him, and that's it." She suddenly smirked, "Ms. Thea, there used to be a clan of secret marriages in this world. Do you know what a secret marriage means?"

“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.

“Yes. I need you to help me with something before everyone finds out who I really am.” “Most of them already know. The one who doesn’t is your lover,” Samuel remarked seriously, leaning in to whisper. “By the way, he looked furious watching you dance with his father.” “I don’t care. When I arrived, he was kissing someone else. Just help me get closer to the stairs and go up.” “What are you trying to do?” he asked, confused. “I’m going upstairs. I’ve been there before. I want to hide until all of this is over.”

She kissed her son goodbye and quickly rushed off, her boss is someone very strict and she wouldn't want to get into trouble with him. ******************************************* "I want to give my mummy a present on my birthday, I want it to be a surprise for her when she gets back" Stella raised her brow at Melvin, "really? What do you want to give her?" "This" Melvin replied and whipped out a flyer Stella frowned at the flyer and frowned, "Is that not Hazel De Valle and his fiancee?" "My mum is a fan of Ms. Joelle Viscount, she makes sure to listen to all of her music and always buy any newspaper that has Hazel De Valle or Joelle Viscount"