The Secret Heiress Novelas e Histórias

“You think I don’t know what he’s doing? I helped him draw the blueprints.” Julian blinked. She smiled. “You’re not the only heir playing a long game, Mr. Vince.” And that was when he realized: she wasn’t Crane’s weakness. She was his legacy. — Back in New York – Same Night Clarissa slammed the door open into the safehouse. “Aiden,” she called out. He looked up from his laptop, eyebrows furled. “What happened?” She held up a burner phone. “Emergency message. One of our contacts from Legal just went dark. But before that—he sent a code. It matches a set of offshore files buried under your dad’s name.”

Cherry’s POV: “Take me to her? Do you know what you are saying?How did you get to know me?”I said while he stood surprised. “Let me introduce myself to you. My name is Richard Kingsley. I have been working for your mother as her secretary for the past twenty years now. She told me to come and get you after looking for you.” “We have been looking for you for so long . Your mother is the CEO of the L’Avogue group of companies. I don’t know if you heard of such.”He continued.

“Hmm. Maybe I’m mistaken.” You are. Please be mistaken. Please walk away. But he didn’t. “What’s your name?” I hesitated. “Isla. Isla Monroe.” He said it quietly, testing the sound of it on his tongue. “Isla.” The elevator chimed. I turned and stepped inside, desperate for escape. As the doors closed, I met his gaze one last time. Those eyes. That face. That past I’d buried deep. And the secret I had never told a soul.

she said, taking a few seconds break. Her eyes turned teary, and she fixed them on her hands, squeezing them. "Before I leave, I want to tell you the story of a lady," "For the past fifteen years, there has been a young billionaire heiress. This billionaire heiress lived her life in secret. Do you know why?" She narrated and raised a question to make it interesting and carry them along. The workers nodded with interest. "She lived like she didn’t exist because she believes wealth is dirty and she doesn’t want to get involved in it. Recently, she found out a secret about wealthy people who ganged up and killed innocent people,"

Haylee laughed wickedly again, before joining her friend on the bed. "How would you get to be the Heiress so suddenly? Alec don't even like you!" Her friend muttered. "Oh, his mother and sister are helping me out," Her eyes sparked. "And in return, I help them keep their secret." "What's the secret?" Her friend widened her ear, hoping to catch some gist and turn it to some rumours. "Even as we are close, I am sorry but you can never know, the secret enough is capable of tearing down the Hart family,'' She said slowly.

An expression evident of her uneasiness. “A….Amelia!” Ava's tone dropped an octave, whispering her name. Amelia never knew the tears were trickling until she felt a warm fluid flowing on his face. The house was built basically by her mom and dad, it was raised and built with love, even when her father, Mistress, hijacked the opportunity. And with it are still some treasures that were handed down to her by her mom before her death, a locket necklace having its background fitted with only the cardinal point, the small stroke pointing towards the North.

Comforting. But the sense of waiting gnawed at her. That night, after Julian was asleep, there was a knock at her bedroom door. She opened it to find Cole standing there, face serious. “There’s something you need to see,” he said. Her stomach dropped. “What is it?” He handed her an iPad. “News broke half an hour ago.” Sienna’s hands trembled as she took the tablet. The headline on the screen sent ice flooding through her veins. **“Damian Cavendish: Secret Heir Revealed!”**

Why does she choose to carry the weight of that night with her for years instead of walking away from it like it never happened? She said she didn’t know anything about the father. Said it like it was just some random, reckless mistake. But watching her—Holding him—I know better now. She’s been carrying more than just a child all these years. She’s been carrying a secret. And something in me tells me it’s mine. I just don’t have the proof yet. Not enough to pull it out of her. But I will. I always do. ************************* I’m in my study. But I’m not working. I’m watching the monitor on my desk. The one that shows the living room. And her. Sitting there. Staring at that plate like it ho

he said a little hesitantly. She blinked several times before her lips parted a little as it dawned on her. For two and a half decades she was living there, it was the first time she heard that there was another way to leave that area aside front the huge gate that was roughly an hectare away from their manor. “Why did I not know that?” she scowled. “It is a secret passage and your father did not want to tell you about it when you were young because he was afraid you and your cousin would escape like those girls in movies..”

Kylie The grand estate loomed ahead, a reminder of a world I’d stepped away from years ago. As the car pulled up the sweeping drive, I took in the scene before me. The Montez estate was more than just impressive; it was intimidating in its grandeur, with its high columns, sweeping balconies, and vast gardens that stretched out in every direction. I couldn’t help but feel the weight of my surroundings, as though I were walking into a space where secrets had been kept for generations.