What Once Was Hers Novels & Stories

The small amount of silver my parents kept hidden in a loose stone behind the fireplace. I avoided looking at the blood on the floor, I was good at avoiding things. By the time I made it to the town square, the sun was already beginning to set again. I'd lost an entire day without realizing it. The events of the previous night felt simultaneously fresh and impossibly distant, like a dream I'd had about someone else's nightmare. Millbrook was gone, not completely gone. Buildings still stood, streets still ran in their familiar patterns. But what had been a town of maybe two thousand people was now a necropolis, a place of ghosts and ash.

The two of them walked side by side into the glittering crowd. Silas's feet nailed themselves to the floor. He looked down, his trembling thumb opening his phone's photo gallery. There was only one photo left in his phone. Taken four years ago on a beach at dawn. Scarlett was looking over her shoulder, smiling at him, her eyes curving into perfect crescents against the sunrise. He finally understood. Just because you had something, didn't mean you owned it forever. The woman who once stood by him, asking for nothing in return, had completely walked out of his territory. And she was never, ever looking back.

Carissa's alternative account handle was "@traceless_wind", and she'd only ever posted two things. The first one was from seven years ago. "Tania just told me she likes Wendell. I didn't say a thing, but wasn't I the one who knew him first? I was merely vetting him, waiting to see if he would confess to me a second time!" There were no comments below it. The second one was from three years ago, posted on the exact same day as Wendell's tweet.

SUMMER'S POV The car finally stopped in front of a pair of towering iron gates. As they slowly opened, my breath caught. The Hart Estate. I hadn't been here in years. Every flower. Every tree. Every stone pathway held memories of the girl I used to be. The girl who dreamed of becoming one of the youngest CEOs in the country. The girl who had built Hart Global with her grandmother's guidance. The girl who gave everything up... For love. The front door opened before I could reach it. An elderly woman stood there. Elegant. Graceful.

Behind her, she could hear Marian and Zoe returning their attention to the television. Within seconds, they were laughing again. Amber kept walking. When she reached her room, she closed the door behind her quietly. Then she walked toward the window. The massive estate stretched before her. Beautiful. Expensive. And built partly with money that should have belonged to her mother. Her fingers tightened around the gown. Sixteen years ago, they threw her away, now they wanted her back. Amber looked toward the skyline beyond the estate walls. A faint smile touched her lips.

Finally she is mine. **********************

She was the undisputed, unlisted heiress to an empire that no longer had a throne. "Mamma..." she whispered, her tiny hand reaching up to touch the cold, salt-encrusted skin of my cheek. Her voice was single-layered now, completely clear of the old corporate Queen’s malice, but carrying an ancient, terrifying weight of absolute sovereignty. "The... the ledger is perfectly balanced now. The old house is dead." "The old house is dead, baby," I whispered back, my hot tears finally falling onto her smooth forehead, washing away the gray granite dust of the city we had burned to the ground.

All the things in the past that she had done is just studying and playing around. She had never touched any house chor or her own work. Last time when she was dragging baggage she had broken her ligament of foot. And this time when she was dragging heavily loaded baggage she had, again and again, stepped on the foot causing many small scratches and wound on her foot. Now while doing all the work on her own, she missed Mrs. Kun, lily, and daniel so much. But every time she said to herself " anna it's ok there is no more kaasan, lily, and daniel in your life and you are no more princess you have to do it all on your own.

My face darkened when the memory of my past life flashed across my mind. "As you know, a lot of girls were running behind me only for my status. They all need my money, they need a reputation in society so that they can afford a wealthy life and they used my name saying I was theirs. But the only fact is I am not theirs. I'm For Her. For her only." I shut my eyes for a while. "She made me alive when I thought I was dead for the world. She brought a new life inside me. Did you know what I did when I was told I lost my memory?" Truth to be told it was not pleasant to reminisce at all.

He'd gotten down on one knee beside me and clasped my hands, saying tenderly, "I love seeing you like this, Maeve." I'd saved him and trapped myself in a horrible nightmare ten years ago. Ten years later, he personally broke my finger, and with it, the last thing that tied us together. … As I lay in the abandoned warehouse at three in the morning with my fingers splayed in awkward, broken angles, my men hurried in with medical equipment. The warehouse behind me was set ablaze. As the fire burned and ravaged the building, I leaned into my seat and called the person coordinating my plans.