Rising From Ashes: The Heiress They Tried To Erase
Beneath His Ugly Wife's Mask: Her Revenge Was Her Brilliance
Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After
Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband's Regret
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me Now
Jilted Ex-wife? Billionaire Heiress!
The Phantom Heiress: Rising From The Shadows
She Took The House, The Car, And My Heart
Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!
The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life
"To John P. Gilmore, Jefferson City, Missouri, U.S.A.
"MY DEAR BROTHER-IN-LAW,-For years you have believed me dead, and I have made no effort to disturb that belief.
"I am dying now, alone in Paris, far from my beloved country; unjustly degraded, dishonoured and defamed. This letter and its enclosure will not be despatched until the grave has closed over me.
"To you I owe a debt of deep gratitude. You have taken and cared for my darling child, Christabel; you have stood between her and the world, and have spared her from the knowledge and burden of her father's unmerited shame. You can yet do something more-give her your name, so that mine with its disgrace may be forgotten; unless-it is a wild thought that has come to me in my last hours, the offspring of my hopeless melancholy-unless she should ever prove to have the strength, the courage, the wit and the will to essay that which I have endeavoured fruitlessly-the clearance of my name and honour.
"When ruin first fell upon me, I made a vow never to reveal myself to her until I had cleared my name and hers from the stain of this disgrace. I have kept the vow-God knows at what sorrow to myself and against what temptation in these last lonely years-and shall keep it now to the end.
"The issue I leave to you. If you deem it best, let her continue to believe that I died years ago. If otherwise, give her the enclosed paper-the story of my cruel wrong-and tell her that during the last years of my life my thoughts were all of her, that my heart yearned for her, and that my last conscious breath will be spent in uttering her name and blessing her.
"Such relics of my once great fortune as I have, I am sending to you for my Christabel.
"Adieu.
"ERNST VON DRESCHLER, COUNT MELNIK."
"To my Daughter, Christabel von Dreschler.
"MY DEAREST CHILD,-If you are ever to read these lines it will be because your uncle believes you are fitted to take up the task of clearing our name, from the stain of crime which the villainy of others has put upon it. But whether you will make the effort must be decided finally by yourself alone. For two years I have tried, with such strength as was left to me by those who did me this foul wrong, and I have failed. Were you a son, I should lay this task upon you as a solemn charge; but you are only a girl, and left in your hands, it would be all but hopeless, because of both its difficulty and probable danger. I leave you free to decide: for the reason that if you have not the personal capacity to make the decision, you will not have in you the power to succeed. One thing only I enjoin upon you. If you cannot clear my name, do not bear it.
"I have not strength to write out in full all the details of the matter, but I give you the main outline here and send in this packet many memoranda which I have made from time to time. These will give you much that you need.
"At the time of your mother's death and your leaving Hungary for the United States I was, as you may remember, a colonel in the Austro-Hungarian army, in possession of my title and estates, and in favour with one of the two most powerful of all the great Slav nobles, Ladislas, Duke of Kremnitz. I continued, as I believed, to enjoy his confidence for two years longer, up to the last, indeed. He was one of the leaders of the Patriots-the great patriotic movement which you will find described in the papers I send you-the other being the Hungarian magnate, Duke Alexinatz of Waitzen. Two of my friends, whose names you must remember, were Major Katona, my intimate associate, and Colonel von Erlanger, whom I knew less well.