What Once Was Hers Novels & Stories

The empire stood. The legacy expanded. And the woman who once believed she had lost everything— Had gained a life bigger than any crown she could have worn. The night breeze moved gently through the garden. And for the first time in decades— There was nothing left to prove. Only life left to live.

She breathed out when the ghost was gone and frowned her face. ‘So he did have another woman in his house? So then why me?’ Her question session commenced in her mind as her hands were taken forcefully by Hayden into the car. When she was able to relief herself from her endless mind thoughts, she recognized that's he was back in the car and the seatbelts where locked around her upper body. The car started off with a reverse and then, drove out of the enormous mansion under the control of his master driving skill. “Who is she?” She stumbled those words out of her mouth and relaxed her back on the chair. Obviously she knew who she was as in her past life, she had heard and seen rumors of the r

The green hills were ours. As the harvest season approached the "Global Echo" became a harmony. We traded tips, on irrigation and soil health. We traded hope. We were the guardians of the hills. Sarah’s final message of the year was a photograph of the cooperative’s gate. It was made of wood, sturdy. Carved into the crossbeam were the words: *Not an Asset. A People.* I closed my laptop. Walked out to the terrace. The wind was blowing. It didn't feel like a threat. The siege was over. The hills remained. The woman who had once been the "Hidden Heiress" stood in the dark watching the stars.

Even thinking of her name felt like a betrayal to my composure. She has been different lately composed, sharper, more determined but there were cracks. Small, fleeting moments in between when I saw her guard dropped and I saw the girl she once was. The one I couldn’t have. The one who belonged to someone else back then. The teenager I once had a crush on. And now? Now she was living in my house, working in my company how can I bare to look her in the eye with all this unresolved tension. It was maddening.

I walked into the room and stood in front of the bed. "Where is it?" "On her right arm," he whispered. I held her arm and immediately saw the scar. It looked like an old injury. I never remembered her having any scars on her body. My dad loved her and made sure she lived happily. I touched the scar. It was a scar from the fire. What exactly had happened to her? When I tried to look for her, I found out she was moving from one Alpha to the next. How was The Boss connected to her? She was a wolf and he wasn't.

"She was... every man's dream woman and one man thought himself lucky to be her beloved but that relationship wasn't meant to be because she'd been destined for another by the gods." "Can I give it a title?" She looked up at him. "Sure." "How about Destined Hearts?" She beamed. "Or… His and Hers?" "Nice. I like it." "Go on." "Unfortunately... Her kingdom has been at war with another one for ages. They were so far gone that no one actually remembered the reason for the war in the first place." He said. "It came to a time when a hunter got carried away on his hunt, crossed the border into enemy territory and killed an animal on that land and he was beheaded."

“Yes, she is. By the end of the day, she’ll have told every woman in the village about your kindness.” “I doubt that.” “There’s not much to do around here. Your kindness will be the talk of the town for weeks.” “My kindness? She did all the cooking. I just ate! She wouldn’t even let me help with the dishes.” “I think you’re the first Lady to offer to do her dishes.” “We both know I’m no more a ‘Lady’ than she is,” Hera replied. “No, Hera. You are a Lady in every sense.” The widow’s cottage looked just like Mrs. Crunch’s place. Across the way was Hogwart’s, with his obnoxious dog snoozing by the door.

It was of the way her voice had curled around that single word earlier, possessive, certain, like a claim neither of them had spoken aloud before. Mine.

She wiped it away quickly, almost angrily, as if ashamed of it. This house had once been safety. Then it had become a bargaining chip. Then a cage she had escaped with her life. And now it was just… there. Unchanged. Waiting.

“Answer me.” Tears rolled down her cheeks. “It happened once,” she whispered. Her voice was broken. So soft. But he heard it clearly. “Once?” he repeated slowly. She nodded weakly. “It happened only once.” She was not looking at him. Her eyes were fixed on the floor. “It was a mistake,” she added. Her shoulders were shaking now. He felt something twist inside his chest. A mistake. A one-night mistake. Under his roof. He turned away from her for a moment.