The Secret Heiress Loved By Four Novels & Stories

“Don’t move. You’re safe. I won’t let her see you.” Her breath caught. Safe. Protected. Hidden. It was everything and nothing. Sweet and suffocating. A promise that both warmed her and broke her apart. Because the truth was undeniable, she wasn’t the woman on his arm. She was the secret. The hidden fire behind closed doors. With one last lingering stroke of his hand over her hip, Liam stepped away, shoulders squaring as he turned toward the heiress. And Sarah’s heart split as the woman looped her arm through his, pressing herself into his side like she belonged there. Diamonds glittered, silver fabric brushed against his tuxedo, and Sarah felt the cruel twist of envy stab deep in her ribs.

Right from her childhood, going through the worst form of hell was her favorite. No one knew because of her beauty and being the only heiress to her parents covered the mess she had been through. But I also had my own share of suffering that not even my best friend knows about. She still had a family— I had the worst one. “If it's worth believing, then… maybe I will. We’ve always been together. It doesn't change that. I just don't want us keeping a secret.” Cassie came into our midst to drop off the wines and pizza I ordered. “It's on the table, boss.”

She was dressed up in a satin gown that showed all her curves, her hair had been done up and her face, well was rather gorgeous. She was smiling at the party like she belonged here. Her earlier inquired about her and found out she was Alicia Dickson, heiress to the Dickson fortune. The Dickson family had been his family’s rival for years. Was that why she disliked him so much? But he didn’t think she knew he was a George. “Maybe its in our blood to hate each other,” he laughed. She soon noticed him and her smile instantly dropped. She started to approach him. He smirked.

In a world where I wasn’t this broken. *** Welcome to Season 2 of The Heiress and the Four Brothers~ 01102025, Anne Joyce

my most trusted warriors know about this place. They know of my other hideout but no one knows of this place. Those that did are long gone and dead by now," he replied. "No one would suspect anything way out here. It is barely noticeable to the naked eye. How did you inherit it?" I asked. "My great grandfather. He didn't even tell my father of this place. This was Queen Eleanors secret place. Some say this is sacred ground. Did you know she was the First Lady Alpha? Quite extraordinary," he answered. "My mother used to tell us the story about King Athelstan and Queen Eleanor. It was tragic really," I said shaking my head. "I guess it was quite tragic in the end," he smirked. We had been at

she puts her hands back beside her. "Yeah, I know they don't voice anything out," I look away from her and look at the next picture. "Alexander hid his journal from me which contained a passage that said he liked me in detail. A passage that was part of Justin's confession to me, but Alexander never said a word. Then Maximilian hid the fact that he's had several other women fill out plain out sex forms," Ms. Honey tries to interrupt me, but I don't let her. "Then there's Sebastian who hid the fact that he was still engaged while being with me. All the while Nathaniel was paying someone to watch Sebastian to make sure he didn't cheat on me," I shake my head. "At least the invitation to Sebast

he asked and stretched his hands then I lifted my eyes on his. He chuckled, "Don't felt embarrassed anymore, Ash, can we be friends?" he added and I chuckled. We shook hands, "Sure, let's do that," I said. It was the first conversation we had that we didn't talk about the cases and my secret admirer. And talking to him was great. I guess he was the only man that my secret admirer won't dare to kill, and hope he didn't, because he was my only key to solve the case.

She is secretly in love with me while I’m secretly in love with her, too. The rest of that evening is the best night of my life. That is, until the morning came, and I wake up alone in my bedroom. Katie is nowhere in sight and has snuck out of my bedroom. I rush to her place to see if I can talk to her before she leaves, but I’m too late. I even run to the airport, but once again, I’m too late.

But in a twist that could turn any plot into a labyrinthine maze, I, the girl with a penchant for chaos, was supposedly the heiress of the winter gauntlet. His head jerked away, eyes scanning our surroundings, a silent check for eavesdroppers. "The king fathered me with a woman. It was a secret I unearthed two years ago. Your mother and the queen, they were siblings. That makes you an heir by blood, Idrish, and heir to the gauntlet. That's the abridged version of a complex tale, for now."

The woman studied him carefully. Longer than necessary. Then: "So you're the new one." Nobody liked that sentence. Then: "My name is Selene." Silence. Then: "The Fourth Heir." The world stopped. Immediately. Then: "What?" Then Selene shrugged. Then: "There used to be more." Nobody liked that answer. Not even slightly. Then Henry adjusted his glasses. Immediately. Then: "How many?" Selene's smile faded. Then: "Originally?" Pause. Then: "Thirteen."