The Secret Heiress Novels & Stories

(Keyla POV) I was halfway through my first coffee when Nora slid her phone across the kitchen island without a word.n "You should see this." *Churchill Estate Reveals Secret Heir — Family Source Confirms Child Named in Disputed Will Clause.* The article barely filled the screen, but it didn't have to. Whoever wrote it knew the headline would do most of the damage before anyone reached the second paragraph. Secret heir was exactly the kind of phrase people shared without asking whether it was true. By breakfast, thousands of strangers had already decided they knew our story better than we did.

What kind of emergency? I sigh. "Send him in." I take a glass of water and gulp it down to ease my nerves. Now what? I look down at the work I had been doing and pretend to be busy. Sydney shouldn't see how affected I am. I hear a throat clearing and try to look up nonchalantly. "Mr Kings. Have a seat." Sydney only smirks for some seconds before he moves close to my desk. "Who would have thought? Isabella Styles is the long lost heiress of C and S Company?" He says this in a low voice and my heart starts beating so fast and I clench my thighs together.

The news anchor’s voice rang out: "Suzanne Smith, a renowned actress and heiress to the Smith Empire in Canada, has resurfaced after years of seclusion from the business world. She has announced the launch of the groundbreaking self-driving car project, Medal Cars, which has already gained approval from the most powerful businessmen worldwide. This marks a new era in AI-driven transportation." Their hands dropped from each other’s hair as they stared in stunned silence. Beatrice’s mouth fell open. "Suzanne… was an heiress to a powerful family?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

“I won’t leave you.” His gaze met hers, fierce and unyielding. “Serenya, if you stay, neither of us survives.” The truth tore at her. Every fiber of her being screamed to stand at his side, to fight until the last breath. But the relic burned against her chest, a reminder of destiny’s cruel demand. She was not just a woman. She was the hidden heiress, the one who carried the future of two kingdoms. And if she fell here, everything would end in ruin.

The second, another heiress, quieter, discreet, with barely any social media presence and a reputation for staying out of the spotlight. “Go for the second one,” I said finally. “She’s your best bet. No drama, no noise, and she’ll likely understand the need for privacy.” He nodded, his expression a mix of relief and anxiety. “Thank you,” he exhaled, shoulders dropping. “I’m a little scared, to be honest.” “You should be,” I said plainly. “But it’s the only way to get them off your back.” He nodded again, more slowly this time. “When you meet her, be honest,” I continued. “Tell her everything. If she’s smart, she won’t expose you. She’ll protect your secret as fiercely as you protect hers.”

Stunned, Collin collapsed on his chair. He couldn't bring himself to utter a single word. His eyes were fixed on the cold woman who accepted the documents from Secretary Jennifer. It was as if the world as he knew it shattered in the blink of an eye. "Eldritch... She can't be..." He muttered in disbelief. He did not want to believe that the person before him was the famed "Runaway Heiress" of the Eldritch Family. Collin's senior in university, Elizabeth Miller, has been trying to find this step-niece of hers, but to no avail.

He rubbed his temples, trying to clear the fog in his mind. He knew that everything that happened last night was plotted by his grandfather and Scarlett, whom his grandfather had arranged to be his fiance. If he hadn't evaded her last night, their plans would have worked out. Tristan sensed that something was not right when his grandfather called for Brian, while Scarlett was with him. He had just arrived in New York yesterday when Scarlett called to see him. Since he was spending the night at the hotel, he asked her to meet him at the club. As soon as he sensed that his drink was spiked, he gave her the key to Brian's room and told her it was his room and that he would meet her soon.

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION The characters, settings, and ideas in this work are purely fictional. Any resemblance is only a coincidence. THE HEIRESS: (Book 1: HER SECRET MISSION) ©plume alter (Ricki Ryce) Published on Goodnovel (2020). THE ORDEAL ∞≠∞ Tiffany was determined to join the brotherhood.

He said. "I've been working my butt off for everyone all my life" "And It's time for me to step down and enjoy the rest of my life" I was so shocked. Don't tell me. "It's time to introduce the new successor of Madden Group of Hospitals and Madden Realty Group" No way. Not yet. "Let me introduce to you, my one and only heiress, the reason for all of my hard work. Soline Madden" My mouth dropped. I want to throw tantrums at dad but everyone is looking at me including the men I slept with.

What she hadn't told either of them, what she had never told anyone except Nathan, was exactly what she had found on her eighteenth birthday. She had planned a surprise. Shown up early, heart full, arms full of balloons, ready to celebrate with the boy she had loved since she was fifteen. She had heard them before she opened the door. She had stood in the hallway, completely still, while the world rearranged itself into a shape she didn't recognize. And when she finally understood what she was hearing. Sebastian's voice, low and certain, telling Rebecca that Vivian had only ever been a placeholder she had done the only rational thing available to her.