The Secret Heiress Novels & Stories

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.

"The Golds are maids? Does that even make any sense to you?" "You should know, young mistress, that I have been searching for you for years. So I have proof. Enough of it. They thought they'd taken everything you and your parents owned. But what they stole was only just a percentage of your real wealth. I've been searching for you to reclaim your throne as the last heiress of the Delacroix."

The four of us stared at the photocopy of the property transfer agreement, fear written all over our faces. Our ages matched the real heiress. While we had already tried to claim the family, every single one of us ended up dead. So was there really an heiress here? "Is it possible there isn't an heiress here at the orphanage, and you're looking in the wrong place?" Rebecca Vargas cautiously asked Yvette Warren, secretary to billionaire Orson Cox. The smile on Yvette's face never changed. "Mr. Cox already confirmed it. The heiress is here. We just don't know which one of you she is yet."

Beside her. My heart dropped violently, as if the floor had given way beneath me. It was her. It was Rue. The Omega we had laughed at. The woman we had dismissed, belittled, humiliated. The one my mother had insisted was insignificant and replaceable. Beneath us. The heiress of Blood Claw and daughter of Alpha Cyrus. The woman walking through the world with Percy at her side. A hot, choking sensation surged up my throat. No. No, no, no…

Why aren’t they sleeping? I smile and turn my attention back to my parents. “Oh, I forgot to tell you I found Katie, and she has been keeping another little secret.” Katie wiggles beside me and mumbles, “Our precious little secret, Cass.” I lean over and kiss the top of her head out of the view of the phone. My parents may not be able to handle all of this, but they already know exactly how I feel about her, and they support me.

“Only a qualified girl can be by your side-” “Believe me, she's more than qualified,” Liam grumbled. “Haley is the secret heiress of the DG Group. Is that what you wanted to hear? Are you satisfied?” However, the woman didn't look satisfied. She looked as if she'd lost her tongue. “That's the biggest joke of the century!” She scoffed. “How can this filthy girl with no background be an heiress-” “You can do your research.” Liam interrupted her. “And for the last time, Mum, leave Haley alone. I haven't changed my mind that I can choose her over you.”

And besides, it would be a little hypocritical of her to refuse him now on the basis of his wealth, when she had just unearthed laws making herself one of the youngest female CEO billionaires in history. Pot and kettle and all that. Feeling like her thoughts had been gathered, Abigail headed back to the house. But she decided to make a pit stop. She now knew that the uncultivated lands she had been so casually strolling on for months did not, in fact, belong to her father and were not part of his estate. But, Abigail supposed, no one had arrested her yet. So, she might as well take one last walk there. She was walking for a few minutes, when she heard a familiar voice.

Last I heard, she was working at a diner in upstate New York, her dreams of a billionaire lifestyle buried under the weight of Julian’s debt. "They thought they could take a crown they didn't earn," Xavier said, his grip tightening protectively. "They forgot that a Queen knows her kingdom better than any thief ever could." The doors to the terrace swung open, and my assistant stepped out, looking frantic but professional. "Mrs. Sterling-Thorne? The guests have all arrived in the ballroom. The Minister is ready, and the press is held back behind the gold cord. It’s time." I looked at my reflection in the glass. I was no longer the girl who did homework for a boy who hated her. I was the archi

Delicate, polished, enviably untouchable. “Do you remember what I told you?” I asked, stepping into the room, my arms folded across my chest. “You are Grace; from this moment forward, Leila Marrow does not exist to you. And I…” I took a deep breath and continued. “I am your stepmother.” Leila turned her gaze to me, her lips curved into that obedient smile she had mastered. “Of course, Mother. I understand everything you told me last night.” “Very well, then.” I gave her a slight nod. “When it’s time, I’ll send someone to fetch you. Stay in this room until then. No unexpected movements.''

"I guess you don't know about this?" Ethan's gaze snapped up to meet Bryan, his eyes blazing with intensity."What kind of details?" Bryan hesitated, "Personal ones, sir. It seems Elena has been keeping some secrets." Ethan tightened his jaw, his eyes narrowing."Go on." Bryan continued, "It appears she is the hidden heiress of the Celestial Empire." Ethan's gaze returned to the photos."Elena, it seems you have a lot you are hiding. I wish your ex knew what he threw away. Keep me updated Bryan, I want to know everything about the Wellington family."