All Chapters of THE HIDDEN HEIRESS: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The office was cold, the kind of cold that only the city’s most expensive skyscrapers could hold. The polished floors gleamed under the artificial lights, and the hum of the air conditioner was the only sound filling the vast, sterile space. It felt as though the whole building was a monument to power his power. And now, she was a tiny, insignificant piece within it.Isla Sinclair, now known as Lana Grey, took a deep breath as she stepped into the executive floor. The nerves in her stomach twisted like a knot, but she couldn’t let them show. She had a mission, a purpose that no one here would understand, especially not Damian Wolfe. She had to remain calm, collected, and unbreakable.She was no longer the innocent woman who’d been stripped of everything she’d known. No longer the heiress to a once-thriving empire. She was Lana Grey now, a name forged out of necessity, designed to keep her hidden from the world that had tried to erase her existence. And in this world, where wealth, pow

The sun hadn’t yet fully risen when Lana’s alarm went off, the shrill sound cutting through the thick silence of her small apartment. She groaned, blindly reaching out from beneath her covers to silence it. A sharp chill clung to the air, and for a moment, she wanted nothing more than to curl back under the warmth of her blankets. But there was no room for weakness not when she worked for Damian Wolfe.With a sigh, she pushed the covers off and sat up, rubbing the exhaustion from her eyes. The soft glow of dawn filtered through the thin curtains, casting long shadows across the modest space. Her apartment was far from luxurious one bedroom, barely furnished, with a small kitchen that still smelled faintly of the instant ramen she’d had the night before.The walls were painted in neutral tones, but she had added her own touch framed photographs of places she wanted to visit, a single potted plant sitting on the windowsill, and a well-worn bookshelf filled with secondhand novels. It was

Damian’s POVThe first time Damian Wolfe laid eyes on Lana Grey, something had felt… off.She had walked into his office with quiet confidence, her expression cool but not submissive. Most new employees shrank under his scrutiny, eager to please, desperate to stay in his good graces. But not her.Her sharp eyes had met his without hesitation, without fear. He should have dismissed her right then and there.Yet, something about her had intrigued him.At first, he had assumed it was just physical attraction. Damian wasn’t blind Lana was stunning in an understated way, the kind of beauty that didn’t scream for attention but captured it nonetheless. Dark waves of hair pulled into a neat ponytail, flawless skin, sharp cheekbones that softened just enough to give her an air of mystery. And those eyes dark, calculating, as if she was always one step ahead of him.She was beautiful. But that wasn’t why she lingered in his mind.It was the way she carried herself.The way she met his impossibl

The air in the grand ballroom felt heavier than before. It wasn’t the champagne or the way the chandeliers glowed against the high ceilings—it was him. Damian Wolfe. A man whose presence was as commanding as his reputation, and right now, he was standing at the bar with a woman Lana had never seen before.A tall, stunning woman, draped in a crimson dress that hugged her curves like it had been made for her. She moved with the kind of confidence that came from knowing she was desired, her manicured fingers trailing along Damian’s exposed collarbone as she leaned in, whispering something into his ear.Lana clenched her hands into fists, willing herself to look away. It’s none of your business. But her traitorous gaze stayed locked on them.She had never seen him this… receptive. Sure, Damian was always cold, always unreadable, but something about this woman seemed to loosen his edges like she had once been something more.Lana exhaled sharply and turned on her heel. She didn’t care. She

Damian’s POVThe private jet landed smoothly, its engines humming as the sleek aircraft came to a stop. Damian stood near the black SUV, hands in his pockets, his usual composed demeanor in place.Then, Lilith Wolfe descended the steps.Her tailored emerald-green pantsuit fit her like a second skin, exuding power and control. The sharp bob framed her regal face, her red lips curving into a knowing smile.“My darling nephew,” she purred, stopping in front of him. “You didn’t have to come all the way here to pick me up.”“I wanted to,” Damian replied smoothly, taking her carry-on. “It’s been two years.”Lilith sighed dramatically. “South Africa was draining. But I’m back now, and we have much to discuss.”He led her toward the car, his mind drifting to the business empire he had built—one she had guided him through. She had been the one who encouraged him to buy Sinclair Enterprises. She had always known best.Why would he ever doubt her?Lana’s POV –Lana had no business snooping.But