The Ultimate Reborn Heiress Novels & Stories

"Didn't you eventually become one of them? I came across a book on the internet that had your writing style, and I assumed it was your book because the storyline was the same as the one you had described to me when we we always played together at that time." "What exactly was the title of that book?" Esme inquired in the vain hope that it was not hers. "The Reborn Queen and a Life Spent in Revenge." Izayah answered. "In point of fact, it is owned by me." Esme could not fathom why she should maintain the pretense that the book was not hers to own. She can't even recall the reason why she hid her identity in the first place, but even if she could, she doesn't believe it was anything particular

"I hate them. I thought their ability had long died off, but it seems that her bloodline chose her; she's a reborn." Confusion fixed itself onto my facial features. A reborn means someone who died and came back to life, right? There is no way Gianna is reborn. If I was the one who killed her in her past life, I will make sure that she never lives again. "Wait." A certain fear lingered at the edge of my voice. "You are serious," I asked the witch.

Right? I straightened, my jaw setting. She thought this was over? She thought she could walk away from me, marry him, and just forget? No. No fucking way. I’d get her back. No matter what it takes. Even if I had to burn the whole world down to do it. I glanced back at the door which she had disappeared through. “Just you wait, Alexandra. I'll get you back.”

*************** I was woken up by the chirping of birds and the relentless buzzing of my phone. The sun, which had set from the east, almost blinded my face, causing my vision to become blurred. Upon picking up my phone, I almost lost my balance when I saw the news headline. THE HEIRESS OF THE LANCASTER GROUP, NOW MRS. REID HAS BEEN CAUGHT IN BED WITH ANOTHER MAN JUST AFTER THE DEATH OF HER HUSBAND’S GRANDMOTHER. WHAT COULD BE HAPPENING? I quickly got out of bed and made my way towards the bathroom. Searching for Alex, but to no avail.

He suddenly shoots to his feet, taking few steps towards me. I part my lips to speak, but before a word comes out, he closes the distance between us and wraps me in a tight hug. I freeze for a second, then melt into his arms. It’s been so long since I’ve felt this... wanted. When he finally pulls back, his gaze softens as it meets mine. “You’re my only daughter, Georgia. I love you, and I’m proud that you’ve finally come to your senses. You’ve returned to your rightful place. As the heiress of the Ashcroft Empire, and the daughter of Alpha Brandon Ashcroft. That means you—”

Because at 2:13 AM… I had been trapped inside Ethan Black’s penthouse arguing with him in silk pajamas while my dignity disintegrated in real time. Which meant somebody either stole my credentials, cloned my access, or had enough executive clearance to override the system entirely. None of those options felt reassuring, a soft knock interrupted my thoughts, I looked up automatically. Then I froze slightly, at the sight of the person in front of me, aunt Rebecca stepped into the office like she owned silence itself. Elegant black coat, with a red gown I could tell the details due to the coat but for sure gave her that hourglass shape, for some reason she reminded me of myself but a better ver

HOST 2: SIGNAL LOST IN TRANSIT. I fell to my knees, clutching my stomach as the baby kicked—a hard, rhythmic beat. "Dante?" I whispered to the empty, cold room. A voice, small and fragile as a heartbeat, echoed in the back of my mind. It wasn't my child. It was a fragment of him, caught in the frequency. Zora... look at the throne. The Debt is paid." I looked. Sitting on the High Queen’s obsidian throne wasn't a man. It was a small, golden-skinned child with Dante’s grey eyes, holding a crown made of rusted Lagos-grit. The "Third Heir" hadn't been destroyed—it had been born.

Indeed, this is precisely what I hoped to find, and I believe this is only the start. Despite the hostile stares, I entered the party with unwavering confidence. They may attempt to strip me of my power and beauty, but they cannot diminish my identity. I am the youngest Alpha heiress of the Ebbon Moon Clan, a warrior, and a leader—I am Valentina Rodriguez… And with that attitude, I walked among people…

He declared in a deep voice and Cara lowered her head, wiping a lone tear that trickled down her cheek. “You’ve only one choice. Submit to me!” As he spoke, she felt a shiver run down her spine at the deep resonance of his voice. Cara lifted her gaze to him, and her gloomy hazel eyes met with intriguing grey eyes. *** Where would this forbidden relationship take them? What led the heiress of the most powerful business empire to live under the identity of a deceased girl? Will the hidden heiress ever regain her rightful identity? Who will be Cara’s savior?

The words hit like a live wire: In the event the line of legal heirs is compromised, all designated Cross assets revert to Alina Rivers. For a second, I just stare. Then a slow, sharp smile pulls at my mouth. “Of course,” I whisper. “You brilliant bastard.” Because that clause doesn’t just name me, it gives me leverage over the Cross empire itself. If Nathaniel’s line is tainted, if Elena’s power play crumbles, then everything falls straight into my hands. I lean back, laugh once—low, bitter, satisfied. Checkmate’s closer than they think. The phone buzzes again. Theo.