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Because somewhere out there, Elijah Brown was holding the girl who’d stolen my name. And I was going to make sure he regretted *ever* touching it. Julian’s POV The world hadn’t made sense in days. Maybe weeks. First Amelia ghosted me with no warning. Then she resurfaced—bloody, bruised, terrified. And now, according to Jeremy’s cryptic messages and some early news leaks, she might be the actual missing Domitia heir? It sounded insane. Except it wasn’t. Because I knew her. I *knew* her.

he said, his voice lower than before. “I came for what’s mine,” I replied, no longer trembling. His jaw tightened. “Then you’re a fool.” I stepped forward, not caring anymore. “Tell me what’s going on. Who is she? Why was I sent away? Why…” He raised a hand and I stopped talking. “You’re not the only heir,” he said slowly. The air in the room shifted. “What?” I blinked, confused. “What do you mean…” Lucien’s eyes locked with mine.“The rightful heir will be returning soon.”

Her intake of breath was audible. "Oh," she whispered. "I'm sorry." Her eyes darted up to mine. "I didn't know...the Royal Heir..." "It’s a child, Annette," I snapped, grabbing the dress from her, "not a political pawn." The term 'heir' irked me because it didn't seem right to see the child as someone to take over power before seeing it as a person. "I'm sorry, ma'am, I didn't mean to annoy you," she began to apologize, but I waved a hand.

Please be prompt. Secretary. Five minutes. Just five minutes to change everything or ruin the month. I rose, smooth my blouse, and took the elevator to the top floor. Executive level hits differently. Glass walls, muted tones, whispered authority. No chaos. And soon, confrontation. The door clicks. Breath catches. Sebastian Hale. Young. Dedicated. Annoyingly handsome. His eyes landed on me the moment I stepped in, then moved on. “I received your email,” he said, tapping his fingers. Piercing gaze, measuring and assessing. “You wanted an advance.”

A girl I barely remembered from a yoga class once commented on one of my ancient I*******m posts with: “Wait. Is your son THE Wolfe heir?” I stood in Lucien’s penthouse kitchen in one of his oversized T-shirts, barefoot and completely overwhelmed. Leo, on the other hand, sat at the island with a banana pancake and a crown made of napkins he’d proudly taped together. Completely unbothered. “Mommy,” he said between bites, “what does ‘heir’ mean?” I blinked. “Where did you hear that?” “On TV.” He shrugged. “Some lady with a lot of makeup said I’m the Wolfe heir. Do I have to wear a crown now? Is it heavy?”

"Oh, for that matter, you don't need to worry, even though my husband's whereabouts are unknown right now, but he has a legal heir to lead and replace his position in times of urgency like this," Mrs. Sandra said confidently. "Wow, really? You mean a child? I just found out that Madame has a child. When did you conceive? Hahaa..." asked the man named Calvin with a mocking laugh. Meanwhile, Mr. Billy and Benny looked at each other and frowned together, because, as far as they knew, Sandra had never had a child, even though she was adopted. Indra also looked a little upset; she didn't know this at all.

“Holy shit, Lyriana. You’re pregnant with the heir to both thrones. This is more than a scandal. This is a looming war waiting to happen.” I held intensely unto the edges of the windowsill. “I am aware.” “So what do you want to do?” she asked. “I am confused,” I said with a heavy hear. “Well… you better figure it out before someone else does.” She said as I hung up the call. My breath caught in my throat as I reread the letter. Alaric. Here. In the same palace. This was the same man that ruined the world I had. He owns the child I am carrying. He is the heir to Ardonia’s kingdom. Our rival kingdom

Seraphina Vaughn, not Cole, not his wife, not the woman who ironed his shirts and endured his mother's voice and carried a loss alone in a white hospital room at 3 am. Seraphina Vaughn. That's my real name now. So book the best stylist in the city," I said. "I want a dress that makes every person in that room forget every other woman who walks through the door. Remi smiled slowly."And Damian," he said. I set the invitation down, picked up my pen and opened the next file on my desk."Damian Cole is going to walk into that gala thinking he is there for a business opportunity," I said. "he is going to sit at his table near the back, he is going to watch me walk into that room, and he is going to

She slid them out and began to read. The top page was a will. The original Rhodes family will, dated eighteen years ago, drawn up by a solicitor firm whose name she didn't recognise, not Crane's firm, someone else entirely, someone her mother had found carefully and deliberately. Signed. Witnessed by two names she didn't know. Legally formatted in language she had to read slowly to fully follow. She followed it. Elias Rhodes was named as primary heir to the Rhodes estate and all associated assets upon his father's death. That part she'd expected. But the clauses below it were what made her breathing slow down and become deliberate.

"Don't worry, Mother. He won't amount to anything." The next day, I submitted a request to enter the palace to meet Caleb. He and I had always been on good terms—he was clear-headed, and he knew very well that his position as heir apparent was secure in no small part thanks to me, his future brother-in-law. Originally, His Majesty had wanted to make the second prince, Cameron, son of the empress, the heir. While I was in Aurum Hall, Caleb's chambers, I brought up something as if by accident.