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THE BOY WHO COULD BEAR AN HEIR

THE BOY WHO COULD BEAR AN HEIR

MM Romance
last updateDernière mise à jour : 2025-09-17
Par:  Beauty m.jComplété
Langue: English
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Dark Romance

Comedy

Action

Twins

Mafia

Dominant

Forbidden Love

Hate to Love

MxM

SLAP "You think I’ll let Cassian take the fall ?" "He’s my son. You? You’re just a face I regret making"!!. Lucien was born with a secret. One even he didn’t understand. One his father always knew — and hated him for. While his twin, Cassian, lived a life of freedom, Lucien lived locked behind doors, punished for simply existing. He wasn’t allowed outside. He wasn’t allowed to live. He was hidden. Forgotten. Broken. Until one party changed everything. A mafia princess was hurt. Cassian was to blame. But their father made sure Lucien paid the price. That night, Lucien was handed over to Zayn Kingsley — A billionaire mafia heir. One of the Eight who rule the city from the shadows. He has two wives. A daughter. And a dying father whispering: “Give me a son. A true heir. Or lose everything.” Zayn doesn’t believe in weakness. He doesn’t believe in love. And he definitely doesn’t believe in men like Lucien. Zayn is cold. Ruthless. Homophobic. But what Zayn doesn’t know… Is that Lucien carries more than pain. He carries a secret that defies biology, logic, and everything Zayn thought he knew: 🩸 Lucien can bear an heir. And what started as punishment becomes obsession. What started as hate begins to burn into something forbidden… and terrifying. ---

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Marthel
Marthel
this is awesome I love it
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Luna Reyna
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20/10 omg loved it !!!
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Atwia Mbabazi
Atwia Mbabazi
actually loved this one. the way the story developed was fab and I was left wanting more in some plot points but that should take away from how this had me hooked!
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Victoria
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Loooooooooved the book 5s ...
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I loved the story. It made me laugh and cry
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Chapter 1-- The Ghost Twin
Chapter One: The Ghost Twin The halls of the Ainsworth Estate were silent that morning, suffocating and grand. Sunlight bled through the stained-glass windows, scattering red and gold across the polished marble floor, but not even beauty could warm a house built on cruelty. Lucien sat alone at the long dining table, his back straight, his hands folded neatly in his lap. There was no breakfast before him, not even tea. He wasn’t allowed to eat until the others had finished. That was the rule. He was twenty, slender, pale, with eyes the color of ash after a fire. His dark hair curled just slightly around his ears, uncombed this morning because the maid had forgotten him again. Or maybe she'd been told to. His twin brother, Cassian, had already eaten and gone. Lucien had heard him in the hallway earlier, laughing with their father. The same man who hadn’t spoken a kind word to Lucien in years. The silence in the room grew heavy, almost mocking. Footsteps. Lucien didn’t turn hi
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Chapter 2- The Day Everything Changed😞😞
Chapter Two: The Day Everything Changed😞😞 Four years ago. That was how far back Lucien had to go to reach the memory. It came to him in pieces, like shattered glass scattered across time. Some parts sharp, others hazy. He never knew why the memory felt like that — broken. Like someone had taken a blade to his mind and cut out the pieces that mattered most. He was thirteen the day he woke up in the hospital. Alone. The rain was gentle the day Lucien woke up in the hospital. It tapped quietly against the windows, like someone too polite to knock. He blinked into the harsh white light above him, unsure where he was or how long he'd been there. His body felt heavy. His head ached. There were bandages wrapped around his arms. A sharp sting throbbed in his side. He didn’t remember getting hurt. He didn’t remember anything. He turned his head slowly. Machines beeped beside him. A bag of fluid hung from a stand. There was no one sitting at his bedside. No flowers. No warm faces wait
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Chapter Three-- The Uninvited Flame
Chapter Three: The Uninvited Flame The sun had begun its slow descent behind the hills when the housekeepers started lighting candles around the ballroom. Gold sconces shimmered on the walls, tall arrangements of lilies and blue roses sat on each long table, and a polished string quartet rehearsed quietly in the corner. Lucien stood just beyond the double doors, wearing a black waistcoat that had once belonged to Cassian. It fit a little loose at the shoulders, and the sleeves itched, but it was the only thing decent enough that hadn’t been locked away from him. He didn’t belong here. Not among the guests arriving in sleek cars and glittering gowns. Not in a party hosted by a man who couldn’t even say his name without venom in his voice. And yet — here he was. Just another shadow in the corner of a grand celebration. He watched Cassian greet guests with his usual charm, moving easily through the crowd. He looked every bit the perfect heir, flashing the smile their father adored. B
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Chapter 4-- The Cost Of Obedience
Chapter Four: The Cost of ObedienceThe next morning, the estate was quiet.Too quiet.Lucien hadn’t been allowed to leave his room since the night of the accident. A tray of cold food had been shoved through the door sometime before dawn. No one spoke to him. No one checked on him. The silence was worse than punishment. It felt like exile.His room, if it could be called that, was barely larger than a storage closet. The window was barred. The mattress on the floor was thin and lumpy. Most of his clothes had been taken away. The only thing he had left was the silver chain Cassian had given him and the notebook in his desk drawer, now opened to a blank page.Lucien sat on the floor with his knees pulled to his chest, the notebook resting beside him. He didn’t write. He couldn’t. His thoughts were too heavy, too loud.His name was being tied to something he didn’t do. Again.---In the main house, Gerard poured himself a drink and stared out the tall windows of the study. The garden be
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Chapter 5--- The Exchange
Chapter Five: The Exchange The Ainsworth estate was quiet when the black convoy arrived. Five vehicles. Tinted. Silent. They parked with military precision on the gravel driveway. The air shifted. Every servant watching from behind curtains knew exactly who had come. Zayn Kingsley. The name alone brought tension. Fear. Power. Gerard Ainsworth stood waiting on the front steps, dressed in a gray suit and black gloves. His smile was thin. Controlled. As Zayn stepped out of the first car, the men behind Gerard stiffened. Zayn didn’t glance at them. He looked up at the house, expression unreadable. A young guard opened the door for him, and he entered without a word. Inside the drawing room, Gerard waited. The doors closed. Zayn took the seat opposite him. No handshake. No courtesy. “I appreciate you coming,” Gerard said. “I didn’t come for pleasantries.” Zayn’s voice was calm. “I came for the one who hurt my sister.” “Of course. And you will have him. But allow me to explain
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Chapter 6-- The Captive
Chapter Six: The Captive The car ride was silent. Lucien sat across from the man whose name he’d only heard whispered — Zayn Kingsley. The man who ruled half the city from behind black-tinted windows and bulletproof glass. Now he was here, in this car, a few feet away, saying nothing. Zayn didn’t look at him. Not once. He sat back in his seat, legs crossed, fingers resting on the armrest like he was thinking about something far more important than the boy in front of him. The only sound was the engine and the occasional click of the turn signal. Lucien kept his hands on his knees, eyes down. No one had explained what was happening. No one had told him why he was being taken. But he already knew. His father had made the decision. Cassian was gone. The lie had been sealed. He was the sacrifice. The car turned sharply onto a private road. Trees lined both sides, tall and thick, blocking out the rest of the world. The path led to a high gate with cameras, guards, and walls t
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Chapter 7:: The Wrath Of A King
Chapter 7: The Wrath of a King Screams echoed through the underground chamber. Raw, desperate screams. A man begged for his life, voice cracking as he sobbed, chained and helpless in the center of the dimly lit room. Zayn Kingsley sat on a black leather sofa at the far end of the room. A single low-hanging bulb swung slightly above him, casting flickering shadows across his face. He twirled a glass of red wine in his hand, the deep crimson liquid catching the light. His expression was blank, but his jaw was clenched tight. Rage sat heavy on his features. All around the room, instruments of torment lined the walls. A long iron rack held everything from whips with metal studs, bolt cutters, chains with hooks, to scalpels, syringes, fire pokers, a branding iron, and a car battery hooked up with jumper cables. There were more—some ancient, some modern—all capable of doing one thing: pain. The chained man—bare-chested, soaked in sweat and fear—was kneeling in the center of the room. Hi
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Chapter 8: You say It's Brutal?
Chapter 8: You Say It's Brutal? "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, ZAYN?!" The voice roared through the basement like a hammer breaking stone. Zayn froze. Lucien lay sprawled on the floor, blood oozing from the fresh wound in his arm, his body trembling violently. His lips were pale, his breathing shallow, eyes barely open. The basement door swung wider, and a tall man stepped inside. Dressed in a fitted black coat with his sleeves rolled up, Roman’s face was hard—his eyes narrowed, jaw clenched. But what flashed in his eyes wasn’t shock. It was disbelief. Real, raw disbelief. He looked from Lucien—broken and bleeding—to Zayn, who stood over the boy with blood on his hands, knife still gripped. "Zayn," Roman said, slowly, deliberately. "What do you think you’re doing?" Zayn didn’t answer. He turned slightly, a fresh storm boiling in his expression. "There are children in this environment, Zayn," Roman continued, voice low but fierce. "Smart children. Amy, Prince. The
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Chapter 9: Traumatized
Chapter 9: Traumatized It was dark. Too dark. Lucien stood in the middle of a cold room, his bare feet pressing against hard tiles. The air felt heavy, like something was sitting on his chest. His shirt was thin. His arms were shaking. He looked around. He knew this place.The old wallpaper. The broken light.The smell of smoke. It was home. But not the good kind nor the safe kind. it's was the kind filled with pain. Then, the door opened slowly with a creaking sound. Lucien took a step back. Heavy boots hit the floor. One step at a time. And then— "Lucien." The voice was deep. Strong. It was his father’s voice. But when Lucien turned around, it wasn’t his father standing in the doorway. It was Zayn. Lucien’s eyes widened. His lips parted. "Z-Zayn?"Zayn stepped closer. His face was hard, full of hate. In his hand was a thick leather belt—wrapped and tight. "You thought you could lie to me?" Zayn said in a cold, sharp voice. Lucien shook his head quickly
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Chapter 10: Sex Starved
Vera trailed her fingers across his chest, a smug smile on her lips. Her body was still flushed from their recent act, her curls slightly damp at the temples. "Did you enjoy it?" Arnold asked, his voice a low hum, eyes on the ceiling. Vera chuckled softly, then bent down and rubbed small, lazy circles on his chest with her palm. “It’s much better than being sex-starved,” she whispered, her tone playful but laced with meaning. Arnold turned his head slightly to look at her, eyes narrowed. “If not for our plan, I would’ve had you all to myself.” She smiled again, this time more serious. “Time, honey,” she said, brushing a kiss along his collarbone. “Just have patience. We’ll have the last laugh soon.” Suddenly, her phone buzzed on the side table. The sharp sound cut through the quiet, and her entire posture shifted. She turned, glanced at the screen, and immediately sat up straight. “Shit,” she mumbled, reaching down to gather her clothes—her bra flung across a chair, her silk blo
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