The Underestimated Secret Heir Novels & Stories

Do you think she'd believe an old woman like you? Then he turned to the heir beside her, whose face had gone dark, and spoke with malice. "Your Grace, the little bastard you speak of is now an undersecretary of the Treasury. Your precious heir, on the other hand, has achieved nothing at all. "Tell me, what was the point of raising him? Since I'm also the duke's son, why not recognize me and let me inherit the estate? Wouldn't I be far more useful than your useless heir?"

The truth had finally been uncovered. But somehow… She knew this wasn’t the end. Because hidden somewhere beneath Blackstone… A vault still waited. And inside it… The Archive. The last inheritance her parents had left behind. Waiting… For the rightful heir.

“Most people start with hello, what’s your name, nice dinosaur. But you went straight to biological inheritance. Very efficient.” Rafael’s jaw shifted. “Don’t do that.” “Do what?” “Make jokes.” “I’m not making jokes. I’m being remarkably civil for a woman who just watched the biggest secret of her life run down a hallway with an untied shoelace.” “The biggest secret of your life,” he repeated quietly. The second the words were out, I knew I should have taken them back. His gaze dropped to the desk, to the folder, to my hand now pressed against the white wood so it wouldn’t shake, then back to my face.

“Of course. If it is madam Valerie, then I would gladly accept the favor. What is it? Just name one.” Valerie lifted her head. There was a holo-image on her smile, the picture of serenity on which she can use to advertise a lake vacation in a virtual theatre. But even when she’s smiling, her gaze is cold, so sharp it can cut the air. “I have a story to tell. It is something that can give you a lot of fortune. “A story that can give me a fortune, I am in.” “The story is about a CEO and a conglomerate who will inherit a billion dollar fortune. He is hiding a secret child. He had the kid by an accident, together with his college friend. However, the CEO was engaged to another conglomerate woman

Compared to having his lover by his side, he would much rather have his company! [Such a pity for Harmonia. She was already dumped by Absalom. After she got together with a new sugar daddy, Hector dumped her too!] [Someone took her in, didn’t they? We just don’t know who bought Marshtown Studio yet. Do you girls have any news?] [Could it be the mysterious heir of the billion-dollar fortune? I heard that the heir has suddenly shown up and claimed it despite having been gone for nine whole years.] [The heir is actually an heiress who owns a Lamborghini! She wore sunglasses, a baseball cap, and a mask. She’s really mysterious!]

“Now it’s time for your truth.” I frown. “What truth, Grandma? That I didn’t really die two years ago? That I only hid until Father’s killer could be found?” She hesitates. Breath sharp. Then her gaze hardens, fierce, determined. “No. The truth I’ve hidden from everyone. That you, Alexa Hills, are the heiress to Hills Corps and Hills Fusion. And now, it’s time to announce you as the rightful owner.” I stare at her, stunned. The air rips out of my lungs.

The transition from the humming, crystalline clarity of the underground throne room to the warm, cluttered comfort of his Tribeca loft was a sort of psychic whiplash. Davidson would take the private elevator, watch the numbers climb from B5 to PH, and feel his very soul undergo a painful metamorphosis. The man who descended was the Heir, the Keeper of Secrets, the man who had looked upon the world of lights. The man who had to walk out into his home was a different man: David, husband, father.

A girl I barely remembered from a yoga class once commented on one of my ancient I*******m posts with: “Wait. Is your son THE Wolfe heir?” I stood in Lucien’s penthouse kitchen in one of his oversized T-shirts, barefoot and completely overwhelmed. Leo, on the other hand, sat at the island with a banana pancake and a crown made of napkins he’d proudly taped together. Completely unbothered. “Mommy,” he said between bites, “what does ‘heir’ mean?” I blinked. “Where did you hear that?” “On TV.” He shrugged. “Some lady with a lot of makeup said I’m the Wolfe heir. Do I have to wear a crown now? Is it heavy?”

Grace. My hands began to shake. These weren’t the names of corporate rivals or faceless enemies. These were people. A family. This wasn’t a trophy of a conquest; it was a relic of a past he had clearly left behind. A past he kept hidden in a secret drawer. This was not the damning evidence I sought. This was a complication. A human being I had sworn not to see. The sharp sound of a key turning in the penthouse front door shattered the silence. My blood ran cold. It was too early. He wasn’t due back for two more days.

Catherine’s pulse quickened with each inspection, nausea roiling beneath her nervousness. One of the maids, Beatrice, with her smug little smile, glanced over at Catherine and murmured, “They say the prince’s favorites always get bold sooner or later.” Another maid, Lucy, joined in, taunting, “If you’re hiding anything, you’d best come clean now, Catherine.” Isla bristled, moving protectively closer. “Keep your nose out of other people’s business,” she snapped quietly. The Chief of Staff’s search was thorough, but Catherine was still nervous. The earrings were buried deep beneath a large stone in the larder, exactly as Isla had suggested.