I Bore His Heirs Then I Vanished Novels & Stories

A sound that reverberated through my body and shook me ice cold. “Keira Pierre,” he got serious again. “Do yourself a favour and keep your father’s lineage alive.” He didn’t need to say anymore than that, I understood what it meant. For the first time since I came to Blackthorn, real hot fear coursed through my body. “Who are you?” I finally mustered the voice to ask. “No one that should bother you, if you lay low.” “I used to know your father,” he said, gaze falling into shadows.

Heir. Fear moved through me then in a different shape than before. Not abstract. Not philosophical. Immediate. If Tobias Viremont still lived, then I was not some nameless stranger who might pass through the Outlands unnoticed. I was his offspring. His heir. The child my mother took from him and carried back across the barrier. A stolen claim. A missing bloodline. Something more dangerous than I had ever imagined myself becoming.

And somewhere beneath the soil, a new seed began to stir, waiting for the rain, waiting for the light, waiting to become something more. The heir had planted her tree. And now the next heir would do the same. THE END

Cain blood. “If Celeste’s child lived,” Violet said slowly, “then that child could have had a claim.” Theodore turned back from the window. His eyes were cold enough to frighten her. “Yes.” “And if there were others?” “Then the Cain inheritance was built on erased heirs.” The sentence landed with the weight of a stone dropped into deep water. Erased heirs. Not just erased women. Children too. Violet pressed a hand to her mouth. For a second, she could not speak.

“But no agreement guarantees immunity. Any cooperation will be documented, and the evidence will be independently examined.” She hesitated, then nodded. Adrian remained standing beside me. Cassandra looked at him with something close to resentment. “Your grandfather built an empire on promises no one was allowed to question. Your father inherited part of it. You inherited the rest. And I spent years cleaning up the consequences.” “Cleaning up?” Adrian asked. “You helped finance the operation that destroyed my wife.” “I did not intend for Aurora to die.” The room went silent. I leaned forward. “Then you knew the Black Swan was going to explode.”

"It's none of your business." "How is it not?" his mother snapped. "You couldn't give this family an heir, and you're never even around when you're needed. How exactly were you planning to compete with Sabina?" His father snorted. "A man like Valen was never going to stay loyal to a wife who gave him nothing." People passing on the street had started to slow down. I could feel them looking. My hands curled so tightly my nails bit into my palms. Sabina stepped closer with a smile that was almost playful. At her throat hung a heavy gold pendant stamped with the Varesi crest, the kind worn by the woman publicly acknowledged as mother of the heir.

My younger sister, Meredith Sinclair, and I marry into two powerful families in Jarville. I marry Huxley Locke, while Meredith marries Irvin Zimmerman. A while ago, their childhood sweetheart, Imogen Sterling, returns. She gets into an argument with Meredith. Irvin loses his temper and shoves her, nearly causing her to miscarry. At the hospital, she throws her arms around me and sobs, "Maeve, I want to leave and raise the baby on my own. He doesn't even know I'm pregnant yet. They're all siding with Imogen. If we stay, we'll only suffer." Thinking of how gentle and doting Huxley is toward Imogen and how distant he is with me, I nod. "Then, let's run away together." We board a fishing b

I wanted that to be perfectly clear to every person who might ever think of it. I stopped breathing. A foundation, not a brother, and not a cousin. Cornelius had not simply stolen a child. He had stolen a child whose disappearance would have given him nothing, and I turned my head slowly toward the doorway. His face had gone gray. His hand gripped the frame so tightly that the knuckles stood out like bone, and I saw that he had not known. For twenty years he had believed he was the heir to an empire, and he had never read the sentence that told him he was only a keeper.

The night before graduation, Cassian Nightborne, heir to the Blood Throne I had loved for years, finally asked me to be his girlfriend. My three other childhood friends—Dante, Julian, and Adrian, cheered as confetti burst around us. Then Cassian placed four Ravenwood applications in front of me. “Come with us to the Ravenwood, Avery. Once we get there, I’ll make my blood vow to you.” I didn’t hesitate to sign the Ravenwood application, even though the academy was five thousand miles away, deep in human territory. I thought the five of us were going together—until the acceptance letters came. “Four fake applications. That’s all it took to get Avery to Ravenwood.” “Once she’s gone, Mira can f

The day I learned I was pregnant, my husband announced at his father's funeral that another woman was carrying his heir. She picked up the silver rattle I had bought for my baby and asked, in front of everyone, whether I had come to offer her my blessing. To make her unborn child legitimate, Matteo ended our seven-year marriage. Later, the funeral home was attacked. She locked the basement door with her own hands. Matteo had already caught hold of me, but when she cried out in pain, he let me go. Everyone believed I died that night. Three years later, I returned to New York as a partner in a rival family. Matteo stopped me, his eyes bloodshot, and said he had buried me with his own hands. I