Heirat. นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The evening had settled into the quiet Vargr preferred. He sat in the chair by the window with a glass of wine he hadn't touched, one hand resting on the arm, his eyes on the mountain line where the last of the light was leaving. The compound was running. The program was running. The working held as it would continue to hold until the heir arrived and completed what had taken 153 years to build. The heir. He was certain of it — a son, born of the original line, the last piece of what that night in the ash had set in motion. He had been patient. He could be patient a little longer.

“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

“Front page of three entertainment sites. Two business blogs. And one political rag that should absolutely know better.” Zara sent the link. Alicia didn’t open it right away. She already knew what it would be. When she did, the photo stared back at her. Alex’s hand at her waist. Her head tilted toward him. The dance floor lights blurred just enough to make it intimate and undeniable. HEIR TO THE GEORGE EMPIRE REKINDLES ROMANCE WITH FORMER FLAME — SOURCES CONFIRM A CHILD IS INVOLVED Her stomach dropped. “They’re speculating,” Zara continued. “Nothing confirmed. But they’re circling.”

"HARI..CALL HER MRS.LEKA..Can't you see that she married women..So call her Mrs.Leka..Do you got it ??" Duplicate hari nodded with fear and start to say again, "Mrs.Leka..According to your grandfather will, after giving birth to a child, you have all the rights to your family property after your grandfather.." After saying this, duplicate hari looked at his MD aka hari..After feeling his PA stare, hari told me, "Yeah..Mmm..Because of that crap I married and touched someone like you..I was eagerly waited for you to get pregnant..A year has passed but still you don't get pregnant.."

Still, unease coiled in my chest. I knew the Alpha King’s pride, his expectations for heirs, alliances, and noble unions. It was what kept a family like his in power. And now his heir, the firstborn son set to inherit the throne after the Alpha King’s demise, was marrying off his hand to a woman without noble prospects or lineage. The Alpha King would not look kindly upon this. Not at all.

KARIN An heir. Not a child. Not our baby. An heir meant for the great Alpha Rowan Kincaid. Another symbol of power. Another possession meant to strengthen his name and bloodline. "Does he know?" The words barely made it past my lips. My throat felt tight, like even sound was dangerous.

said Klara with tears in her eyes then warmly kissed his forehead . While the mother and son were happily hugging each other , the door opened and Petter , Klara's husband entered . " Dear ! " said Klara with a happy tone then she smelled the heavy smell of alchool . " What ?! Can't you see I am heading to the room to sleep ?! " said Petter. " Justin.....he won the heir competition of the Willow family.....He was officially named the heir to the family yesterday . All the media are talking about this . Isn't this amazing ?! " said Klara with a smile .

“You’re not ready for this.” She folded her arms. “Try me.” Something in his expression shifted—less ice, more storm. “You think this firm is just a law office?” he said. “We sit on ancient courts. We settle blood feuds older than your textbooks. I don’t run a business, Zara. I run a kingdom.” She stared at him. Her mouth parted slightly, but no words came. “The Heir Trial,” he continued, voice low. “It’s not ceremonial. It’s a fight for leadership. For the right to shape the future of the Five Clans.”

“She’s carrying his child?” Aura’s smile widened as she watched the storm build in his face. “Yes. The first grandchild of the King. The heir to the throne. And not yours.” Khalid slammed his fist on the desk, rattling the ornate lamp. “Damn him!” His voice cracked with rage. “He’s taken everything from me — first Isabella, and now the heir that should have been mine!”