Novel & Cerita The Secret Heiress

“All of you can return to wherever you came from.” “No,” Mr. Sterling said suddenly. Everyone turned to him. “Maya is the rightful heiress to my fortune.” Nelly’s head snapped up. “What?!” she screamed. “I’m the rightful heiress!” Mr. Sterling looked at her calmly, disappointment evident on his face. “My dear, you are my daughter, yes. And because I raised you, you will inherit something. But Maya…” He turned toward Maya, his voice softening. “Maya is the one who will inherit the main property.”

“Bro, remember the Voice of the Night we saw yesterday? Guess whose car that was?” Hindi man lang siya nilingon ni Gabe. “Definitely not yours.” “Exactly! It’s Luna’s the Valencia heiress herself!” Saglit na natahimik si Gabe. Naalala niya ang maliit na batang babaeng minsang naghatid kay Miguel noon sa eskwela, maliit, masayahin, at palaging may dala-dalang candy. Ngayon, nineteen na, confident, successful, at muli nilang makakasama.

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.

- - - Back in Eldoria, as soon as the gala ended and all the guests had left in carriages and moonlit walks, Catherine beckoned her mother to wait while she returned to the staff cloakroom to grab her bag. The room lights were dim, a few staff were also there. Catherine found her purse tucked in the corner. As she lifted it, she noticed the zipper was slightly open. Someone’s been in my bag, she thought. She unfastened it and inside, she saw a scrap of paper marked by red lipstick. “One secret leads to another. Tonight is just the beginning.” Her stomach flipped. Digging deeper, her hand brushed something hard. She pulled out a single diamond earring. The same one that glittered on Katarina’

She had stood on that stage and revealed herself as Hazel Saint Claire, CEO of E&H Investments, and I had stood there like a fool, my mouth hanging open, unable to process what I was seeing. Hazel Saint Claire. Not Hazel Rossi. Not some woman trying to build a small restaurant. Hazel Saint Claire. Billionaire heiress. CEO of a global company. Granddaughter of Margaret Sinclair. And she hadn't told me. All those months together. All those nights when I had asked her what was wrong and she had lied to my face. All those moments when she could have trusted me, could have told me the truth, and instead she had kept it locked away like I was someone she couldn't rely on.

Victoria choked out, her breathing coming in fast, shallow gasps. A sharp, agonizing pain stabbed through her chest as the horrifying truth settled into her brain. The man she had mocked, the man she had thrown into the street like trash, the man she had helped her brother hunt down like a dog... was the rightful heir to the largest private fortune on the Eastern Seaboard.

The grand finale was about to begin. And in the heart of the mansion, the "Invisible Heir" was waiting to deliver the final, absolute slap to the woman who had tried to harvest her world.

Shella cringed at the thought that crossed her mind. "You have a crush on Sir Lucas, too, Shella. I could accept it if he had chosen one of us. But not that brat. We don't even know where she came from" She was exasperated. "Is she a secret heiress like Madame Skye? I don't think so. She is too pathetic for such drama" She rolled her eyes and scoffed in contempt. "I'm a heiress but it's not a secret. Not a pathetic too"

Isabella said one night, as she and Damien lay in bed. "I know." His voice was flat. "That doesn't make it easier." "It's not supposed to be easy. It's supposed to be worth it." He turned to look at her. "When did you get so wise?" "About three seconds after I met you." She smiled. "You're very educational." The secret came out on a Tuesday. Isabella was in the attic, searching for old photo albums, when she found the box. It was tucked behind a stack of winter coats, covered in dust, its corners worn.

Priscilla’s POV At the secret facility of the shadow pack. I was on my bed, phone in hand, legs crossed, thumb scrolling like it was the only thing keeping me sane. My eyes were burning from staring too long, but I didn’t stop. I was searching for something. Any dirty scandal about Selena. But of course, there was nothing. What the hell was I expecting? She’s the perfect heiress, after all. The world sees her as untouchable. The walking, breathing version of money, power, and pedigree. Even if that ice queen murdered a baby on live TV, her father would bury it so deep even the goddess wouldn’t find it.