What Once Was Hers Novels & Stories

, She said. "Maya, my Mall will provide the shoes and bag you will use on that day. I will make sure to keep the best one for you", One of the women who owns a section in a shopping mall said. " Thanks, priya", She brought out an IV and gave her. "I'm thankful Maya" "Maya, I will send that rare gem my husband got for me. Didn't you say you like it the other time?" "Really? Thanks so much", Mrs Quinn said and passed an IV to her.

She took a deep breath and got out. As usual, the bridge never ran out of tourists and lovesick couples who are unintentionally literally tearing the bridge down with their unfortunate relationships. Same relationship why she is here. As she passed by a couple, a little girl about five years old shouted. "Mademoiselle!" Even though instincts told Destiny that she might be the one being called, there were still a lot of women here so she walked ahead. "Hey! Dame aux cheveux d'or !" (Hey! Golden Haired lady!"

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.

“You deserved better. You deserve everything.” Emboldened, she asked, “And you? The women you’ve been with before… have you ever brought any of them here, to this estate?” He shook his head without hesitation. “No. Never. I bought this property specifically for our honeymoon. It is ours now—yours as much as mine. No one else has shared this with me.” The words touched something deep inside her. A sense of belonging bloomed, warm and unexpected. But then Quentin’s expression shifted, a flicker of reluctance crossing his features.

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 one that used to belong to her grandmother. Her voice was a whisper. “Don’t forget me.” “Never could.”

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.

Vic coughed weakly and shivered. "That must be the reason why he kidnapped you. You said he didn't hit you nor touched you right?" I asked her and she nodded. "He must have been trying to gain your trust." She rolls her eyes. "What is the problem with men and thinking they could achieve everything they want just by getting married to me? There are millions of girls out there!" She cried out. I could understand her point. She had been captured twice. While I knew she wasn't saying anything, she must have gone through a lot.