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VEIL OF DECEPTION
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2025-02-24 20:21:55
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THE HIDDEN HEIRESS AFTERGLOW
Steam curled around Lana as she sank into the warmth of the water, her head resting against the cool marble edge of the bathtub. The dim glow of the bathroom light flickered against the mirror, casting soft golden hues over her damp skin. The city beyond the window was a blur of muted lights and distant sirens, it was still dark out but early in the morning, she was alone—trapped with her thoughts, her body, and the suffocating awareness of Damian Wolfe. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to think of anything else. But the moment she did, he was there—etched into her mind like a ghost she couldn’t banish. The way his dark eyes had traced her body the night before, the tension thick enough to steal her breath. Her fingers trailed lower, over the delicate curve of her stomach, her thighs. A soft sigh escaped her lips as her pulse quickened, her body betraying her. It was his voice she imagined—deep, husky, whispering against her skin. His hands, rough and demanding, replac
Last Updated : 2025-02-25THE HIDDEN HEIRESS UNFINISHED BUSINESS
Lilith tapped her manicured fingers against the restaurant table, eyes locked on the private investigator sitting across from her. Gustav looked slightly uneasy like a man about to drop information that could shift everything.“Well?” she said impatiently, taking a slow sip of her wine.Gustav sighed, pulling out a sleek black folder and sliding it across the table. “There’s not much on Lana Grey. No family, no records before she turned seventeen—just an orphan living in a group home until she legally became an adult.”Lilith arched a brow, unimpressed. “So she’s just some nobody?”“That’s what I thought too,” Gustav admitted. “Until I ran her facial scan .”He reached into the folder and pulled out another document, placing it in front of her. A photograph. The grainy image of a teenage girl, standing beside a tall man in an expensive suit.Lilith frowned, leaning forward. There was something eerily familiar about the girl—her dark, piercing eyes, her delicate but regal features.“Wh
Last Updated : 2025-02-25THE HIDDEN HEIRESS CREATING A DILEMMA
“You don’t usually show up unannounced, darling,” Lilith mused, swirling her wine. The city skyline stretched beyond the expansive windows of Lilith Wolfe’s penthouse suite, the golden morning light filtering through sheer curtains and casting soft reflections over the sleek, minimalist decor. The air carried the faint scent of aged wine, mingling with Lilith’s sharp, deliberate perfume—cool, refined, and undeniably calculated. Though the suite was temporary, everything about it screamed wealth and power, just like the woman who occupied it.She sat on the edge of her velvet chaise, crossing her legs, eyes hooded with amusement as she regarded her nephew. Damian stood near the window, his back half-turned to her, the muscles of his shoulders tensed beneath the tailored black dress shirt he wore.“To what do I owe this little visit?”Damian didn’t turn immediately. His fingers drummed against the windowsill, his thoughts seemingly elsewhere before he finally faced her.“Isla Sinclair,
Last Updated : 2025-02-25THE HIDDEN HEIRESS COFFEE AND CHILLS
The sharp scent of antiseptic filled the air as Lana pushed open the glass door of the veterinary clinic where Tricia worked. The soft jingle of the entrance bell barely cut through the barking and meowing from the back rooms. Tricia looked up from the reception desk, her face breaking into a wide smile. “Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite troublemaker,” she teased, pulling off her gloves. “What brings you to my little kingdom of fur and chaos?” Lana smirked, stepping closer. “Just wanted to check in on you. And also…” Her voice lowered, her expression turning serious. “We need to talk.” Tricia’s smile faded as she scanned Lana’s face. She nodded toward the back. “Come on, let’s step into the break room.” As they walked through the hallway, past cages and examination rooms, Lana couldn’t help but feel a sense of normalcy in the midst of her chaotic life. The clinic smelled like fresh hay and disinfectant, a sharp contrast to the high-rise world of deception she was currently tang
Last Updated : 2025-02-25THE HIDDEN HEIRESS BILLIONAIRE’S COLLIDE
Lana is casually browsing through an upscale boutique, running her fingers over a silk scarf. She had long departed the cafe and deciding she had nowhere too go, she decided to do some shopping. When a voice too smooth to be innocent cuts through the air behind her. “Still working for Damian Wolfe?” She turns sharply to find Victor Lanchester, standing there like he just happened to be passing by. Lana doesn’t answer immediately, instead giving him a once-over—his signature dark suit, the slight smirk on his lips, the glint in his eyes that felt like a warning more than an invitation. “Why is that any of your business Mr Lanchester?” she finally asks, keeping her tone even. Victor chuckles, shaking his head as if amused by her attempt at indifference. “Oh, come on. You wound me, Lana. I’d like to think we’re on the same side.” She narrows her eyes. “And what side is that?” His smile doesn’t falter, but there’s something in his gaze that sharpens. “The one that isn’t Dami
Last Updated : 2025-02-26THE HIDDEN HEIRESS THE HUDSON
The silence stretched. The city blurred past the window, tall buildings fading into something quieter, more open. It took her a moment to realize that she didn’t recognize the road they were on. Her fingers tightened in her lap. “Why did you stop coming to work?” Damon’s voice was calm, but it carried that low, edged weight that always made her feel like she was on the defensive. Lana blinked, staring ahead. She had expected him to say something eventually, but not that. “I don’t know,” she said. His knuckles flexed against the wheel. “Are you avoiding me?” “No.” A short exhale, almost like a laugh. “Really?” She didn’t answer. “Do you still want to work with me?” Another pause. This time, she wasn’t sure what to say. Because the truth was—she didn’t know. Not after what happened in Los Angeles. His fingers tapped once against the wheel. “Okay.” That was it? Lana glanced at him, expecting—what, exactly? A fight? A demand? Something cutting? But his face w
Last Updated : 2025-02-26THE HIDDEN HEIRESS RAMEN TALKS
Lana had never been the type to feel nervous in her own space, but with Damian Wolfe standing in her living room, his sharp gaze scanning the surroundings, she felt exposed. Vulnerable. Like he could see through the carefully constructed walls she had built around herself.“You actually live here?” His voice carried something unreadable, a mix of surprise.She crossed her arms, tilting her chin up. “Yeah. What, were you expecting a penthouse?”His lips twitched, but he didn’t smile. “I just thought… You always look so put together. Like you belong somewhere grand.”“It’s a cozy little place.”Damian hummed in response, eyes still roaming as if memorizing every detail. Then, abruptly, he asked, “Why did you stop coming to work?”Lana stiffened. She knew this was coming.She turned away, pretending to adjust a book on her small shelf. “I just needed some time.”“To do what?”She sighed. “To think.”He took a step closer. She could feel the weight of his presence behind her, his warmth r
Last Updated : 2025-02-26THE HIDDEN HEIRESS ADRIAN
The vibration of Damian’s phone cut through the thick tension in the air. The sound was sharp, insistent, like an unwanted chaperone barging into a moment that was dangerously close to unraveling into something reckless.Lana’s breath was still uneven, her body betraying the control she tried so hard to maintain. His palm, warm and firm, still rested on her thigh, his fingers barely grazing the hem of her shorts. He didn’t move to answer the call immediately. Instead, his gaze held hers—heavy, smoldering, unreadable.“Aren’t you going to answer that?” Her voice was quiet but steady, though inside, she was anything but.Damian exhaled sharply, clearly irritated at the interruption. He pulled his phone from his pocket, glanced at the screen, and then, with visible reluctance, answered.“What?” His tone was clipped, his fingers tapping absently against her skin as if he’d forgotten they were still there.Lana sat frozen, trying to push past the lingering heat between them, but she couldn
Last Updated : 2025-02-26
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THE HIDDEN HEIRESS LOVE THE DRUMS
“I think you should leave him,” Lana said, grabbing Damian’s hand, her fingers curling tightly around his wrist as if trying to anchor him before he could explode again. But it was too late. The chaos from earlier still clung to them like smoke. What was meant to be a simple movie night had turned into a mess—a disaster, really. They had barely settled into their seats at the cinema, trying to enjoy Love the Drum by Doones, when the situation spiraled. Lana had just reached for her popcorn when an overly bold stranger leaned in too close, his fingers brushing hers under the guise of accidental contact. She hadn’t even fully processed what happened when Damian stood, cold rage flashing in his eyes. The next thing she saw was his fist connecting with the guy’s jaw, hard and merciless. People had gasped, security rushed in, and the entire moment collapsed into chaos. Now, they were seated in a dim booth at Iraq Pacts, the low hum of conversations and clinking glasses offering som
THE HIDDEN HEIRESS THE RESCUE
“You better hurry,” he said with a smirk, his gaze dragging over me in that arrogant way that made my skin prickle. I bit my tongue, swallowing the sharp retort on the tip of my tongue. Instead, I folded my arms and lifted a brow. “Oh well, I can’t dress up with you watching me.” Damian leaned against the doorframe, completely unfazed. “Okay then. I guess we’ll be here all night, because I have no plans of turning around or going to the sitting room. It’s boring there. I’d rather stay here.” I sucked in a slow breath, realizing he was dead serious. He really wasn’t going anywhere. He wanted me to— “It’s not like I haven’t seen it before.” His voice was smooth, teasing, laced with something that made my pulse tick faster. I narrowed my eyes. “Oh, so that’s what this is about?” He shrugged, that damned smirk never leaving his face. “Oh yeah.” For some stupid reason, maybe frustration, maybe defiance, I let out a quiet breath and let the towel in my hand drop. I barely re
THE HIDDEN HEIRESS A RIDE WITH THE DEVIL
Lana forced herself to breathe as she settled back into her chair, her fingers curling slightly against the smooth surface of her desk. Damian’s words still echoed in her mind—We have a long day ahead of us. He had said it with that usual commanding tone, the one that left no room for arguments. And she hadn’t argued. Instead, she had done the only thing she could—walked out of his office, shut the door behind her, and returned to her assistant’s desk, as if nothing had just happened between them. But now, alone with her thoughts, the problem remained. I can’t take him to Trisha’s place. That’s impossible. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips. There was no way she could let Damian meet Trisha—not when Trisha knew her secret, not when she was the only one who had helped her weave the web of lies she now lived in. He couldn’t meet Trisha, not now, not ever. But then there was Zito Whitehawk The name sent a shiver through her as she leaned back in her chair, staring blankly at her l
THE HIDDEN HEIRESS “WE HAVE A LONG DAY AHEAD”-DAMIAN
The air was thick, charged with something dangerous, something exhilarating. Damian’s lips were on hers, his grip firm yet intoxicating. The world outside his office didn’t exist, only the heat, the tension, the way his body pressed into hers. Her fingers curled around the back of his neck, pulling him closer, hungry, lost. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. She was supposed to leave, to put distance between them. But here she was, melting under his touch, tilting her head back as his lips traveled down the column of her throat. A sharp voice from outside the office snapped reality back into place. “I own this place too, you know! You have no idea who I am, i will have you fired so move.”“Ma’am the boss wasn’t expecting you”A small voice pleaded from outside. Lana’s stomach dropped. Someone was coming. The door flung open just as Damian straightened, his expression a mix of irritation and forced composure. Lana, still breathless, tried to push past the mortifying reality o
THE HIDDEN HEIRESS BREATHLESS SURRENDER
“Please… let me go.” Adrian’s voice was hoarse, raw from months of pleading. His throat burned, his lips cracked and dry. The damp air of the room clung to his skin, thick with the stench of urine, blood, and something rotting. A shadow moved before him. He couldn’t see it—his eyes were covered—but he felt its presence, looming, suffocating. A sharp click. The unmistakable sound of a camera shutter. “No, no, no—what are you doing?” Adrian thrashed against the restraints, the metal biting deeper into his skin. His wrists were torn, his ankles swollen. He tried to jerk away, but the rough sack over his head scratched against his bruised face, suffocating him further. A deep, amused chuckle filled the room. “I’m not the one you should beg,” the man said. Adrian’s chest tightened. The voice was cold, detached, yet oddly entertained. “Is it Lilith?” His voice cracked. “You people have taken everything from me.” “Not everything.” The words sent a chill through him. He cle
THE HIDDEN HEIRESS FLASHBACKS
The air was thick with the stench of damp stone and decay. Adrian Sinclair lay on the cold concrete floor, his wrists raw from the tight metal cuffs that bound him. The dim light flickered overhead, barely illuminating the cramped space he had been thrown into. His head ached, his body stiff from weeks—months?—of confinement. He had lost track of time. The only sounds were the distant dripping of water and the occasional shuffle of footsteps beyond the iron door. The place smelled of mold, of unwashed bodies, of something metallic—blood, maybe. His own, or someone else’s, he wasn’t sure. He exhaled sharply, shifting slightly. Pain lanced through his ribs. Probably bruised, if not broken. A reminder of the last time they had come for him. They never spoke much, his captors. Only orders, only demands. “Eat.” “Stay still.” “Talk.” But Adrian had learned long ago that silence was his greatest weapon. If they wanted him to break, they would have to work harder. A scrape echoed th
THE HIDDEN HEIRESS PLAYING WITH FIRE
The sunlight crept into Lana’s room, stretching its golden fingers across the sheets, warming her skin before she even opened her eyes. She inhaled deeply, feeling the slight stiffness in her limbs as she stretched, arching her back like a lazy cat before rolling onto her side. The world outside was already awake—cars honking, people shouting, the distant hum of life moving on. She lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, then shifted her gaze to the window. The glass was slightly fogged, the early morning air still cool from the night. She could see the city outside—buildings stretching high, endless roads weaving through them like veins. With a sigh, she threw the covers off and sat up, pressing her feet against the cold floor. The morning routine began. She dragged herself to the bathroom, flicking on the light as she examined herself in the mirror. Messy hair, sleep-heavy eyes, lips slightly parted from the remnants of dreams. She ran a hand over her face, then reached
THE HIDDEN HEIRESS BENEATH THE NEON LIGHTS
Victor Lanchester gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary, his knuckles whitening under the dim glow of the dashboard lights. The city buzzed around him, neon signs flashing against the wet pavement as he cut through traffic, barely paying attention to the cars he was weaving past.That bastard.His jaw clenched at the thought of Damian Wolfe, the golden boy, the man who had everything—the money, the power, the untouchable reputation. And now, Lana Grey.Victor scoffed.Damian might think he owns her, but no woman—especially not one like Lana—could ever be fully claimed.And he was going to prove it.The memory of that humiliating fight outside Super Mario still burned in his mind. He had been caught off guard, sure, but that wasn’t going to happen again. Damian had made a fool of him, in public no less, and Victor had never been one to forgive or forget.He took a sharp turn, the tires screeching slightly against the asphalt, his lips curling in a smirk.She was the key.La
THE HIDDEN HEIRESS ADRIAN
The vibration of Damian’s phone cut through the thick tension in the air. The sound was sharp, insistent, like an unwanted chaperone barging into a moment that was dangerously close to unraveling into something reckless.Lana’s breath was still uneven, her body betraying the control she tried so hard to maintain. His palm, warm and firm, still rested on her thigh, his fingers barely grazing the hem of her shorts. He didn’t move to answer the call immediately. Instead, his gaze held hers—heavy, smoldering, unreadable.“Aren’t you going to answer that?” Her voice was quiet but steady, though inside, she was anything but.Damian exhaled sharply, clearly irritated at the interruption. He pulled his phone from his pocket, glanced at the screen, and then, with visible reluctance, answered.“What?” His tone was clipped, his fingers tapping absently against her skin as if he’d forgotten they were still there.Lana sat frozen, trying to push past the lingering heat between them, but she couldn
