The Secret Heiress Loved By Four Mga Nobela at Kwento

Right now, only one thing mattered. I sat Alessia down gently. “Alessia,” I began, “do you know if your grandmother, Greta Conti, ever had a secret bunker built in the mansion?” She frowned slightly, searching my face. “I don’t know. I didn’t even know I was truly a Conti until after her death.” The pain in her voice didn’t go unnoticed. I nodded. “It’s fine. I just have a strong feeling that if something like that exists… that’s where they are.”

"You will never, ever ask me about my past before this agreement. And you will never set foot in the small apartment I live in now." Julian Thorne stared at me, a fascinating mix of annoyance and dawning intrigue in his eyes. He hesitated, clearly sensing the massive secret that lay just beneath my request. Then, with a curt, decisive nod, he answered. "Agreed. Now sign." I dipped the expensive pen into the ink. There was no turning back. I just sold myself to the one man in the world who could destroy me, all to protect the one thing he already owned. My name is Evelyn Reed, and I just married the father of my secret child.

He couldn't stand watching someone take what was his, and he resented me for keeping all of this a secret. If he'd known earlier that I was the real heiress—he never would have made those mistakes. He would have cherished me a thousand times over. But there was no going back. He could only watch as I walked away with another man. After the reception, Adrian dragged himself home. The moment he stepped through the door, something felt wrong. Every trace of me was gone. As if I'd never lived there at all.

Before Her Heir. Sienna’s breath caught. “Her Heir,” she whispered. Harvey’s face paled. “No. No, Sienna, you don’t understand. It’s not just about the bloodline. It’s what you’re meant to do with it. You’re not just the heir... you are the one who will either break the curse or become its next victim.” Sienna looked at the journal again, her heart racing. The final words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain: Her Heir. Her destiny had just been laid bare before her, and she had no idea how to stop the storm that was about to break.

"I’ll handle the guest list personally. After five days, Nathaniel will realize that the door to your life isn't just closed, it's been locked from the inside forever." The family nodded in agreement as they planned the party and decorations, while upstairs, the two children were huddled together, already plotting how to break the very walls their mother was trying so desperately to build. *** The announcement flooded through the upper echelons of New York society like a sudden, violent storm. By the afternoon, every major news outlet and socialite’s feed was dominated by the same headline: The Hidden Heiress Returns: Hale Group CEO E.H. Announce Engagement to her childhood sweetheart. The g