I Bore His Heirs Then I Vanished Novels & Stories

Everyone knows I've begged on my knees for three days just to become Tristan Shelby's mistress. On the night I enter his estate, the man who once promised to marry me takes me to bed again and again, showing me no tenderness. By dawn, my entire family is still thrown into prison. Barely able to stand, I fall to my knees before him, my clothes in disarray. "Tristan, my father never betrayed the crown, nor did he have your family executed. You promised me…" He looks at me and pries my fingers off his sleeve, one by one. "Give me a child," he orders. "For every child you give me, I'll spare one member of your family." I spend six years as his prisoner and give birth to five children,

The ink on the $50 million breakup check was barely dry. I walked straight into the clinic, ready to end it. I was still sitting in the waiting room when some translucent words floated right in front of my face. [Oh no. Those are literally the only two kids Julian Brock will ever have!] [That idiot surgeon messed up during the kidney donation. Julian saved his precious ex, but he walked out completely sterile!] [She’s sitting on a multi-trillion-dollar empire and she's about to flush it down the toilet? Is she insane?] I froze right at the door. I turned around and bolted for the exit. Abort? Hell no. Meet my two little golden tickets.

I just looked at that word, four little letters, and felt the floor of my whole life tilt sideways. Heir. Of what? Of whom? Was it a bloodline? A throne? A promise? I had no idea. I refused to guess. I refused to let my heart tell me a story that my head hadn't earned. But I kept looking at it anyway. The missing page. The second copy. The changed records. The First Crown. The protected bloodline. The erased name. The Keeper. And now this. It wasn't a puzzle anymore. It was a picture, and I could finally see the edges of it.

he said, Jason looked at illumino curiously, he stared into his eyes with those golden orbs of his, "Jason, do not ever judge your father by what you heard, he did not do all those things you heard purposely" he said, "What do you mean?" jason asked, "All those things you heard about me jason, they were not me jason," his dad said, "Hold up, I'm getting confused here, who was it?, a shapeshifter?" jason said, "No Jason, that was a spawn created by herega, although I do not understand how she did it, how she kept the aura of darkness hidden from me and aether, but yes, it was a clone created by herega" he said,

“You are no longer just my child, but you are Viola Brielle Harry, the rightful heir of the Carpathian ancestors.” He gazed at the sky filled with mist and blue light. “You are the bearer of the first blood. And your destiny has just begun.”

If I took one wrong step, I was dead. “Carla, what do you say dear, will you explain it to him?” She looked at him, kissed him, then stood up and walked over to me. She looked more dangerous than a viper. I didn’t recognize her, or maybe I didn’t even really know her. “You really don’t know?” she asked me. “Know what the hell do I know?” I asked, puzzled. “Just play dumb,” Kevin yelled from the couch. “Your parents named you the sole heir. Kevin they disinherited. They cut him out of all the paperwork,” Carla told me.

He said, and I frowned at him. "She and her uncle, Elvis Barou, are the surviving heirs of the Whitehorn Bloodline. The Blackwood took over their legacy, and they want to take it back. It wasn’t supposed to be bloody, but they knew you were stubborn. They had been following your life for a while now,” He said, and I could see the tremor in his hands. He knew he was a dead man. It was best he spilt. "Please spare my mate and children. They have no hand in this..” he digressed, and I growled at him.

“We will definitely know what to do when it is time. But you should never speak of the father to anyone. Whoever he was…..he no longer exists.’ I nodded slowly, numb. But deep inside of me, a thought disturbed my peace. What if I didn't see him ever again? What if he never knew? What happens to the Callistian Kingdom?

“That’s how I stayed hidden. This ring has a tracker. I only activated it when I knew it was time.” Julian stared at the small piece of metal like it was a weapon. “Everything you’re doing.” Making a gesture in the air. “It’s dangerous,” she said. “But now… now we fight together.” Julian closed the folder. “Then let’s start by cleaning our house.” — Elsewhere – Geneva Aiden sat in the café across from the lab, the hard drive burning a hole in his bag. His father had disappeared after handing it over, melting back into the shadows like he’d never existed.

Today I was Isabella Hartman, not Bella Sinclair. My phone was vibrating, but I ignored it, staring at the television screen that was bombarding the headlines on every major network. My phone kept vibrating like crazy on the glass coffee table. “Isabella Hartman, Long-Lost Heiress of the Ashcroft Empire, Comes Home to Claim Her Birthright!” The words scrolled across the screen, bold, below a photo of me from my press conference last night. San Francisco was stunned — everyone assumed I’d died. When my father, Victor Hartman, died and my mother gone, I had disappeared, ceasing to exist in order to get out from under my family’s felonious baggage. But I hadn’t been hiding; I’d been healing, re