Chapter 1
\nReturn Of The Real Heiress: Secrets And Masks novel Chapter 1<\/p>\n
In the heartland where rustic routines and predictable landscapes often prevailed, Saphira was a whisper of novelty that danced on the breeze, defying the clich\u00e9s of a behindhand place.<\/p>\n
This small town was no ordinary collection of homes; it was a tapestry of pristine, cobblestone paths, quaint mini-mansions that whispered tales of cozy comfort, and log cabins adorned with designer flair.<\/p>\n
Tucked away at the serene base of a slumbering mountain, a vision arrested your gaze: a contemporary courtyard that stood as a testament to architectural harmony. It was a fusion of minimalist elegance and style, where tradition met modernity in a seamless blend.<\/p>\n
And what a revelation it was to learn that the architect of this masterpiece was Cherise Leach, a young woman on the cusp of her twenties.<\/p>\n
In the courtyard, a young guy with a youthful face looked around, his eyes big and full of amazement. “Wow, this looks like a picture from a book, the new kind of town. Are there any secret experts here?”<\/p>\n
This little guy was Yves Leach, the baby of the Leach family from Betrico. Ever since he arrived in Saphira, he’d been exploring like he’d found a brand new place.<\/p>\n
“Andy, didn’t Shirley say this place was all broken down and the people were having a tough time? But check out these houses! They’re building fancy villas. This spot is even cooler than our Leach manor!” Yves chirped, his teenage energy buzzing.<\/p>\n
At the tender age of thirteen, he was a walking, talking chatterbox.<\/p>\n
“Yves, take a seat and stay out of trouble,” Andy Leach, Yves’s cousin, instructed, his eyes scanning the bustling courtyard with a touch of confusion.<\/p>\n
He shifted his attention to Dennis Young, one of the housekeepers here. “Any idea when Cherise will arrive?”<\/p>\n
Right on time, the courtyard’s wooden door groaned open, and a tall figure stepped in, bathed in sunlight, moving with a natural elegance.<\/p>\n
As she drew closer, Yves couldn’t help but exclaim, “Wow, I think we’ve got a fairy here!”<\/p>\n
Andy was just as surprised. “You must be Cherise. I’m Andy, your cousin. We met when you were just five.”<\/p>\n
He stared at Cherise, his heart racing with a mix of emotions. It had been years, and now, here she was, the cousin he’d thought about constantly, standing right in front of him.<\/p>\n
He ached to pull her into a tight embrace, to spill out the words that had been bottled up for so long about how much he’d missed her. But instead, he stood there, his hands balled into fists, his eyes glistening with the tears he refused to let fall.<\/p>\n
“Yep, I remember,” Cherise said, her voice as steady as a calm lake.<\/p>\n
Andy gazed at Cherise, realizing that none of the so-called beauties back in Betrico could compare to her.<\/p>\n
With a heavy heart, Andy managed to utter, “Alright, I understand. Take care, and I’ll see you soon in Betrico.”<\/p>\n
Aware of the deep bond between Cherise and her grandmother, Andy refrained from pressing further. He signaled to Yves that it was time to return to Betrico.<\/p>\n
“Cherise, you have to promise to find me in Betrico. I’m going to tell everyone how I met a real-life fairy,” Yves declared with wide-eyed wonder.<\/p>\n
With a gentle nudge, Andy guided Yves into the car, and they set off down the road.<\/p>\n
Cherise stood alone, her gaze following the black sedan as it vanished around the bend. Only then did she turn and re-enter the solemn hall.<\/p>\n
Inside, the warm gaze from her grandmother’s portrait greeted her, a reflection of her grandmother’s tender spirit. Cherise lit the candles, bowed in reverence, and gently placed them in the holder, the smoke curling upwards like whispered prayers.<\/p>\n
“Grandma, I promise I’ll follow your wish and go to Betrico to find my family,” Cherise whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I miss you terribly. Without you, who will be my family?”<\/p>\n
In that poignant moment, Saphira’s silence echoed with the depth of Cherise’s sorrowful tears.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-26","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/26","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=26"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}