The Secret Heiress Novels & Stories

My heart stopped. “Watch where you’re going,” the all-too-familiar voice of Sabrina sneered. Before I could react, she had grabbed my jacket, pulling me close, her eyes narrowing. “There's no need to hide it,” she whispered, her voice dripping with malicious glee. “I know all about your little secret.” Panic gripped me. “Please, Sabrina,” I begged, my voice trembling. “You can’t tell anyone.” A cruel smile spread across her face. “Oh, I won’t. But it’ll cost you. From now on, you’re my little servant. My errand girl. Do as I say, and maybe, just maybe, I won’t spill your precious secret.”

Keesha goes to the middle and she is nervous—her heart is pounding like crazy, every time someone is looking. She breath heavily, when someone shouted. “GUARDS!” All of the people inside are alerted! She speaks, “right in front of you, is the true Monteverde.” All of the people stopped and looked to her. She takes off her mask gradually and the eyes of everyone would like to pop out! They see the lost daughter of Mr. Alfredo Monteverde. Keesha smiled, “I am Keesha Monteverde and the true heiress of my father’s treasure.”

When we finally got home, he headed straight for his study, leaving me to walk up the stairs to our cold bedroom by myself. ​I sat down at my vanity, reaching into a hidden drawer beneath the velvet lining to pull out a thick folder buried under my jewelry. I flipped through the pages, my eyes landing on the seal of Vane Holdings and the documents that proved I was the sole heiress to a conglomerate that made the Blackwood fortune look like pocket change.

But Tae couldn’t be fooled, not by her. “I am betrothed to Miss Kang… and we both know… that isn’t you.” Just then, the system chimed above them and, before every player: [Clue Unlocked: The Heiress Was Not Chosen by Blood.] Aria froze. Laura’s eyes widened within her room. And Willa… she ate more pastry. The system was too late. She had gotten the clue. And Door Five was certainly not about serving the heiress but discovering the true heir. And within this beautiful world, some people will kill to keep the secret buried.

"My lady? Who was it? You look like you've seen a ghost." "Worse," I muttered, sinking into a chair. "A brother. Elias. Claims he's the hidden heir from the ledger." Her eyes widened, and she crossed herself quickly. "Lord preserve us. If that's true, the will... everything changes." The will. Father's last testament, the one that had named me sole heir provided I upheld the family traditions—marry into an approved alliance by my twenty-fifth birthday, bind the bloodline against the curse. But with a hidden heir surfacing, and Ma Felicia already scheming to insert Serena as the rightful claimant... it was a powder keg. I glanced at my phone—more messages pouring in from the suitors, from Nic

He truly intended to ignore her for a good while and just sat back in his armchair. "Interesting, both friends hiding things. One is a hired assassin, making a lot of money but living an ordinary life. The other is an almost trillionaire heiress pretending to be poor. What other secrets does she have? Zany Bay seems to be helping, I don't doubt that." In her room, Elizabeth was surprised when she saw Gaby arrive. She could hardly believe she could receive a visitor, but Richard had been clear; she just couldn't leave the mansion, yet she was on the verge of a breakdown in her room as she told Gaby everything she had discovered.

“Smart girl. Don’t worry — I’m not interested in your little love story. I have bigger plans.” He walked to the desk and handed me an envelope — thick, unmarked. “This will cover the exact amount. No more, no less. Deliver it to Heather, and she’ll have no excuse to linger.” I took it, my hands shaking. It was heavier than I expected, like it carried more than just money. “And the favor?” I asked quietly. “When?” His gaze turned cold and his mouth curved into a grin before he said, “It wouldn't be fun if I tell you now, would it, princess?"

This could be your life, Alisha, a voice in my head whispered. If you play your cards right, you could belong here. Forget Nadia’s plan…this is your chance to rewrite your future. If only I could get Richard to have sex with me then I will bore his child and become also part of the inheritance of the Garrison wealth. But then another thought crept in, darker and more pressing. What if they find out? What if Richard discovers the phone I had hid or the recorder under his desk? No he cannot find out about the phone because the last time I checked his office there wasn't a camera and I had lied to Richard when we were out of his office.

"Cindy, Tina was generous enough to sponsor for your education, and this is how you repay her? "Everyone here, listen up! Tina is Nancy's real granddaughter, the true heiress of Skyrise Group!" I stared at David in disbelief. "She's Nancy's biological granddaughter? The heiress of Skyrise Group? "David, how do you say that with a straight face? You're shameless." Evan rolled his eyes and gave me a dismissive look. "Cindy, did you forget to take your meds today or something? You're clearly having one of your episodes."

Tighter than the one we'd been in. The whole picture flipped. The Porto Scuro thugs who'd been swaggering minutes ago were huddled together now, trembling. A long black Mercedes S-class with Naples plates rolled slowly up through the parted crowd. The door opened. A pair of polished black handmade shoes touched down on the stones.