Heir For A Day Novels & Stories

But when he turned toward the door, his secretary rushed in. "Mr. Velmore—" she said breathlessly. "There's more." Lucian stiffened. "What is it now?" "A tabloid is releasing an exclusive tomorrow. Mirana gave them an interview." His stomach dropped. "They're calling it 'The Heir Before the Heiress.' She's naming you publicly. Photos. Details. The whole thing." Lucian's blood ran cold. And for the first time in a long while, Lucian Velmore—the untouchable billionaire—felt helpless.

The priestess waited for him to recover, idly picking her nails, glancing at him once he stood, “Hear my words detok, for they come straight from the lips of the winter father” she started as the army took and knee, same with detok, “You detok, heir to both the winter and summer thrones has fallen short in the eyes of the rulers of both courts, particularly in my eyes for the thoughts of herandra matters little to me, you will have one chance to absolve yourself of this shame you have soiled me with. You will travel alone to the gates of artemon, there you will slay the prince and present his head to me as an act of apology, then and only then will I consider you my heir once again.”

It had been the worst day of her life, the day she lost some thing so dare and precious to her and maybe that is why she keeps on dreaming of that day, she thought as she stared down at the garden only to see some Workers decorating the garden "Just what is going on? Will there be a party? "She muttered and just then the door opened to reveal Stacey her house keeper "What the hell is going on?" Celine yelled at her angrily "You have already seen it! I was just about to explain to ......" "Just stop babbling and tell me what is going on ?"she yelled at Stacey who stood feeling frightened "Well...your step father told us to do it, he....made it clear that he wanted to use the mansion for his p

Tears came out of his eyes again. “Uff,Mr.crying man, when will you stop crying? Now your days of crying are over. It's time to smile. You better start packing up your things. In an hour, my driver will come over & pick you & Nani up. It is a few miles of driving, probably 3 hours. He will help you to settle up there. You have to join that college tomorrow morning. Be punctual there. Attend all the classes as I want my friend to graduate with a gold medal for me.” Andria said. Michael came forward & hugged her tightly.he cried for a few more minutes & held her in his arms only.

And this time, she spoke a little awkwardly. "Yes, ma'am," Adit replied. "Get used to calling me Mom," Madam Sandra instructed, a little embarrassed. "Yes, mom," Aditya replied without thinking. For him, Mrs. Sandra is a woman he respects a lot, just like his mother, so whatever she tells him to do willingly. Moreover, he had received permission from his own biological mother, and although forced, the life as an heir that he never wanted he had to live today.

“You’ve been running from it for too long.” I shook my head, backing away from both of them, my heart pounding in my chest. “No. I won’t do this. I won’t let you control me.” “You don’t have a choice,” Lorenzo said, his voice turning colder. “The children are the key, Elena. They’re the heirs to an empire greater than any of these men could ever imagine. And with them in my grasp, I will control it all.”

“Answer me. Is this what you want too?” He avoided my eyes at first. His hand tightened around the arm of the sofa, and for a moment he actually looked uneasy. Then he said in a low voice, “Selene is carrying a pup. The pack needs an heir. Once the child is born, I can make arrangements. We can still be together afterward.” He wanted me to step aside, let another woman bear his supposed heir, and then wait until he decided to come back to me. Selene lowered her eyes and rested one hand on her stomach, looking every bit the wronged, delicate she-wolf.

The cool satisfaction of a man who believes everything is proceeding exactly as planned. I raised my glass in return, my smile flawless. I hope you can still smile like this, Dominic. Three days from now. When your heir is gone— and you finally understand what it cost you to underestimate me.

Hera pulled her daughter close, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "We will return, I promise you. Good friends are worth making time for, no matter how far we travel." She stood and moved toward the window, drawing back the heavy curtain to let more light into the room. Below, the village was waking up – shutters opening, smoke rising from chimneys, the sound of roosters crowing as they heralded the dawn. "Look – the world is waking up just as we are. There is something sacred about beginning each day anew, as mortals do."

“What is going to happen today.” “Don’t worry about it, baby.” He answers nonchalantly. “It’s just some old dumb tradition. You don’t have to do anything. You’ll be fine. Hey, I have to go, but I’ll see you later.” That doesn’t answer my question, but I don’t get a chance to tell him that before he hangs up. I groan with frustration and toss my phone on the bed. Maybe the power of the internet can help me. Grace won’t be up for a little while, so I take the opportunity to do a quick search. I remember it’s called an Heir Ceremony, so I start scrolling.