I Bore His Heirs Then I Vanished นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I told her I would never give my father's heritage to someone who ruined everything they came in contact with. Vanessa's smile slowly disappeared as she got closer, until she was just a few feet away. Her voice tightened as she warned me that the world was already accepting her as the rightful heir. I told her lies never last and the truth always finds a way to the top no matter how deep it’s buried. She stared at me for a moment, her eyes dark like a storm ready to break open.

"But you forgot one thing, Darius. The formula isn't just in her blood; it's in her memories. And now that you're just a man... you can't stop me from taking them." A black van slid into view, and as the doors opened, I saw a chair equipped with neuro-leads. "Time for the final audit, Iris," my father said

“And I need you calm.” A beat. Then, reluctantly, “Five minutes.” “Ten.” “Five.” I smiled faintly. “Seven.” A breath. “Seven.” The line went dead. I stood alone in the golden room, the weight of legacy and life pressing against my ribs. And somewhere in the shadows, Elio Carranza was waiting for me to break. Instead, I whispered into the glass— “Watch me rise.” My phone buzzed again. Unknown number. You can’t hide an heir forever. My fingers tightened around the device. Then I typed back— Who said I wanted to?

Their steps slowed as they glanced back at Lyra, awaiting her command. She crossed her arms, a mocking smile curling her lips. "You don't actually believe her, do you? His Majesty bathed in blood to seize the throne, surviving a brutal struggle among nine heirs. Even the High Priest declared he would never father children. "Yet this lonely little carp dares claim her illegitimate child belongs to him? If His Majesty had an heir, he would shout it to the world. Do you see any such proclamation? Tell me, is that not the funniest thing you've ever heard?"

she said, pointing towards a specific paragraph. My eyes landed specially on the highlighted passage. “When the Covenant fell, the heirs vanished.” Heirs. I felt as if the beating of my heart stopped. Suddenly, another voice rose from my memory, because for the first time, I had finally seen a word that shifted towards one thing… just one— “Ridgewood was never supposed to be yours…” “It was supposed to be his.”

The secrets. The things that don't make sense. The strange behavior. The disappearance of my parents. The feeling that something is terribly wrong back home. And now I have Amaani to protect. Maybe Lyall is her father. Maybe one day she'll have the title of heir because of him. Maybe someday I will walk through those doors willingly. But not today. I cannot risk her safety just because I miss the people I left behind. "Alright, little one." I reach down and gently touch her cheek.

Then he bends down, lips pressing my sweat-soaked forehead—a kiss, a brand. "You did it," he whispers, voice shattered, "You gave me twin heirs. Rossi-Marino blood, the strongest. You won, Bella. You won against everyone." I try to open my eyes, but darkness calls. I feel him sliding something onto my finger—not the Signet Ring, that still hangs on his chest. A new one, small, gold, inside engraved with today’s date. "For the mother," he says, but I can’t hear anymore, "Not mine. Yours. Your trophy. Wear it, live to hate me..."

"Are you sure you want to buy this?" The witch behind the counter didn't take my coins right away. She held the dark glass bottle up to the lamp, and the lamplight caught a thin line of dark red at the bottom. "Once you drink it, the blood oath you made will dissolve bit by bit over 15 days. By the last night, wherever he is, however powerful he is, he'll never be able to use the oath to track you again." I nodded and pushed the money across the counter. Her fingertips stayed on the bottle, and her gaze returned to my face. "I mean the bond will be severed completely. Your memories won't be erased, and the pain won't go away with them. After that, neither of you will be able to sense the oth

My father kept close behind us, while Amelia and Nathan followed. My grandfather suddenly grabbed my arm. He told me there was something else I needed to know. I pulled away. He said I deserved the truth. I asked what truth could possibly be left. He told me that twenty-one years ago, when I was born, the organization had not been waiting for one heir. They had been waiting for two. Rebecca was not the only second successor. There had been another child. A boy. The child had disappeared shortly after birth. The organization believed he had died.

Black veins were spreading across his skin. He looked terrified. "Selena..." I grabbed his hand. "Stay with me." "I can't control it." "You can." His eyes met mine. "What if I hurt you?" "You won't." The Queen watched us. "That is the beginning." I turned toward her. "The beginning of what?" Her smile returned. "The awakening of the two heirs." The floor beneath us cracked. A second symbol appeared beneath Ian's feet. It matched mine. The Queen stepped backward. "Your father ruled the darkness."