The Secret Heiress Novels & Stories

Her hands started shivering when all of her colleagues started gathering around her with bewildered and emulous looks. Suddenly she heard someone switching the TV on and her ears were abruptly filled with the news, "From our sources, we were able to get the pictures of Alexander Kingston' secret girlfriend, surprisingly his girlfriend is none other than his own secretary Isabella Watson." Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she wasn't able to raise her head anymore. She couldn't face anyone right now. She didn't want to be the focus of attention where she would be called names without any reason. "Isa," Nick tried to call out to her, but she was absolutely disoriented. This was not what she wan

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!]

Before Mira came home from her daily walk with Tine after dinner, Amethyst took the note into Isaac's study to show him. "This secret is getting harder and harder to keep, my love. Our daughter just happen to find a mate and a chosen who just happens to be an heir apparent to a 700 year old throne and dynasty. You, your mother and or daughter are about to have your heritage publicly revealed. Our village is about to grow beyond anyone's beliefs." He stated, shaking his head in wonder and disbelief.

"Your Honor, my son has suffered so much! He married her, and for five years, our family practically took care of her for nothing!" What? Wiping her tears, she said, "This woman is so deceitful! When she married my son, she hid that she was the heiress of Shalton Group, making my son endure hardship with her. Now that my son's in trouble, she walks away. How is that fair?" What? Emily said, "Exactly! She spent extravagantly during the marriage. I know she has handbags worth millions, which should count as marital property and must be divided!" What?

Jarred’s words caught in his throat, and he felt a wave of nausea at the realization that his ex-wife, whom he had constantly insulted and demeaned, was actually a member of a wealthy conglomerate, and an heiress at that. For the rest of the evening, Agnes and Jarred couldn’t focus on anything but Celene. They watched as she confidently mingled with the guests, effortlessly playing the role of a successful businesswoman. They couldn’t believe that the same girl they had known for years was now the heiress of a billion-dollar company. As the night went on, Martha and Jarred’s minds were filled with questions. How could Celene have kept such a big secret from them? And why did she lie about be

“Well, I know it sounds weird, but that’s the fact. If Siena doesn’t want to tell you, it means she needs privacy for now. Her life changed ever since she became the heiress of Mister Adalfo. I’m sure you understand how the media always want to know about her. She doesn’t like it, and that’s the reason she keep her business a secret….” Brian’s face turned red with fury. “I don’t believe it.” He shook his head. “You know what? I know you’re lying. You’re hiding something. I don’t know what it is, but this whole thing is too damn weird! Siena is not an introvert. She is always straightforward, genuine, and an opened-up person. She will never keep anything secret from her best friends. Imelda,

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

Just living her life and pretending this never happened, and that he never existed, although it was going to be pretty difficult. She finally hauled down a cab and hopped inside after she gave him the address of the hotel. She has now left her past behind her, and going to be threading a new path henceforth as the multi-billionaire's secret daughter. The secret heiress of Orange Entertainment. Her dream came true, but it was a million folds bigger, and she could only thank God for giving her this. Her phone suddenly beeped while she was still in the car. 'I sent someone to pick you up from the hotel to your new house. I'm sorry I couldn't pick you up myself, I

Evan was sleeping peacefully, his soft breathing the only sound in the room. I sat in the dark kitchen, Rebecca’s notes clutched in my lap, chest burning with rage and fear. Tomorrow I will fight like hell. My phone lit up one last time. Sienna. Text: ‘One more thing. Walsh knows about the foundation gala. He’s planning something. Be ready. And Lena? Trust Patricia. She’s the only one who ever stood up to him.’ I deleted the message and stared at Evan’s bedroom door, something fierce and protective hardening inside me.

A kind of psychic pressure, as if their very presence was pushing against my mind, trying to break through my skull and find the thoughts inside. I forced myself to move despite the pain. My left arm didn't seem to be working properly. I suspected it might be broken, but I could move it enough to pull myself across the floor toward the kitchen. There was a door there, one that led to the small cellar beneath our house. If I could reach it, if I could get down there and pull the wooden hatch closed above me, maybe I could hide long enough for them to lose interest. Maybe. The cellar was dark and damp, filled with the smell of earth and old vegetables. I collapsed at the bottom of the wooden s