Boda Con El Heredero Desconocido Novels & Stories

Winston’, why, oh why? “I heard that the Nicoli matriarch is finally gifting the ‘Heritage of the Bloom’ to her trusted descendant!” one of the stylist’s assistant chimed in. “For sure, they would gift it to Ma’am Lorica. She is the only one left unmarried in their family.” “But, doesn’t rumors say that it is actually meant to be ft to Ariadne Mendoza, since she is the most beloved wife of the eldest son of their clan?” the continue to banter louder. “But, isn’t she nothing but a scandalous wench who prances on rich bachelors?” This overbearing chisme from these low-life gossipmongers.

He held their hands and walked them to the stage before taking the microphone again. "Lol, I know I was funny, I can swear that this is the first time I acted that way in my entire life, Hannah, are you sure you are not controlling me? I'm now acting like a baby sick in love, hahaha." He laughed. "Okay, time to be serious, you see these two people, they are my biggest strength, yeah these past days has been hell for us, but together, we survived and we are going to survive more and more obstacles and we are going to fight till the very end, my Champ, my unknown Heir, if this should be a story, I will title you, the Billionaire's Unknown Heir, I so much love you, my child." Clark stated and k

He knew he'd be damned before letting anyone, talk more of Lorenzo, take over his hard-earned achievements. Leonardo took a deep breath before sighing irritably, further asking as he leaned back in his seat. "What makes you so sure that you'll even be the one to inherit the fortune?" Lorenzo scoffed in response. "I see no reason why. Brenda is pregnant, or have you suddenly forgotten? She's carrying the true heir to Anderson's fortune now. Grandfather is overjoyed and can not wait for my child to be born. If I'm likely going to be the one to inherit the fortune? Yes, well, unless you've got a secret heir stashed away somewhere." He chuckled incredulously, before sighing with relief. "But tha

“Lena is the last direct heir. But the heritage can only be activated if the bear a bond with the guard.’ My stomach came together. I slowly turned to Noah. No. No. Ashford nodded. “Victor let Noah grow up so that he becomes exactly that. The guard. The only one, whose blood reacts to yours.” The hall turned. All the coincidences. The encounter. Job offer. The dress. Dinner. The kiss. It was never a coincidence. I looked at Noah. My heart broke again. “You knew that?” He answered immediately. ‘No’ His voice was hard. Really. Almost desperate. “I knew nothing about this... heritage. I swear.” Ashford lifted a braue. “But you felt it was important. So you couldn't get away from her

“I am giving you a deal, the best deal of your life that you will ever get.” “No!.” The other shook his head as he laughed manically stretching out his hands. “This is the best deal of my life, taking you hostage, taking the heiress of a multi million dollar company alive, do you know how much of a big fish you are?.” He asked whispering as he crouched to her level. “You are daddy’s princess, aren’t you? The only Omega child he ever had and coincidentally the only child who got a complete half of his inheritance.” Confusion grew on Esmeralda’s face as she stared at him. “How do you know about that? His will was only read among the family, how do you know that?.”

He kept his hands visible on the desktop, because he’d learned how quick his own fingers could grow when anger had room to move. Calder folded his hands, the way a man folds hands who has folded other people’s lives into legal pages. “There’s a petition,” he said. “Filed under a sealed status, but the court logs show it—an heir claim. Name listed: Elena Márquez. Child: Mateo. Location: Valencia, Spain.” The name landed like a weight between them. Brandon’s breath left him in a slow hiss. He’d been prepared for blackmail, for boardroom betrayal, for lies spun to choke him—never for a ghost with a real name and a country attached.

I said, “at least they’re consistent. This family has always loved entering my life through expensive documents.” Nina turned to me. “Maya…” “It could be another Bernadi.” I was sure of it. I scrolled. “Bernadi is a big name. Lots of branches. Lots of men with good jawlines and emotional problems. It could be a cousin. A young uncle. A backup heir who also likes oil and making women need therapy.” Nina said nothing. I scrolled again. The next page opened. GROOM IDENTITY UNLOCKED Name: Rhysand Vittorio Bernadi

A photo loaded. A hospital record. Mother: Unlisted. Father: Adrian Vale. Sex: Female. Birthdate— Two years before Rowan. Amara’s breath caught. “You’re not just competing with Lucian,” she whispered. Rowan stared at the screen. Shock flickered briefly across his face— Then calculation returned. Victor hadn’t raised one backup heir. He may have raised two. Or buried one. Either way— The dynasty was bigger than they thought. Rowan slowly looked up.

She stutters and takes a step back out of reflex. "Does it make a difference? When I visited your Villa, I did more than that. What I'm more concerned about is why you would describe yourself as a nobody. You are my friend and the granddaughter of Bruce Boden, the helmsman of the Bodens, the second wealthiest family in Forest Hills." "She's a Boden from Forest Hills? Oh my goodness! I never imagined meeting any of the Bodens in my life! My father always has positive things to say about them! It's not a waste of time that I came here today!"

Her stepmother was already moving. Fast. Sharp steps. No hesitation. “Mom” “She left this house like nothing,” she snapped, walking. Livia followed. Quick. Trying to keep up. “All because she wasn’t named the heir,” her stepmother continued. Her voice rising. Flash. Another memory. The announcement day. The tension. The silence. Elara is standing there. Waiting. Hoping. “You are not the heir.” Her father’s voice. Cold. Final. Back to now. Livia clenched her jaw.