In Love With The Campus Heir Novels & Stories

“So in exchange for making this right, for not completely upending your beloved brother’s life, here is the solution to both of our problems: become a princess of Salasia in both name and by blood.” “How?” My voice was barely a whisper. He paused then went for the kill. “By marrying me.” The End…for now Thank you for reading The Prince I Love to Hate! I hope you loved the first part of Niamh and Olivier’s story. You definitely don’t want to miss the conclusion to this royal couple’s epic love story in The Princess I Hate to Love. Our marriage is not some fairy tale. And my new wife? She’s not exactly a fan of the crown jewels.

[Play in the background as you read] Hide and Seek - Five Feet Apart Sountrack A D A M It's time to let her go. I'm going to leave her anyway. There's no use fighting my love for Naya. There's no use even if I tell her to wait for me in the future. Justin is there. I'm sure Justin is going to give her the time that I can't give her. I will go back home and follow the orders of my mother to marry the girl I am not in love with.

I hope you enjoyed the conclusion to Niamh and Olivier’s romance. If you fell for Niamh’s older brother Liam, don’t miss his whirlwind romance with Mari in He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not. I’m a good girl—until I got drunk in Vegas and married a panties-flaming-hot Irishman. Oops. One click He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not now! Not ready for The Princess I Hate to Love to end? Sign up for an exclusive bonus chapter! Find out what happens when Niamh goes into labor at the worst possible time…

In The Anderson’s Private Ship: Claire Anderson had just worn her favorite dress, it was a purple dress that had a bow at the top of it. It was too pretty and it made her hazel eyes look more pretty. She unwrapped her popsicle as she made her way to Warren’s side of the ship. Claire was only eight years old but she was very much in love with her betrothed husband. After her parents saw that Claire cared about Warren and loved him very much, they didn't waste time engaging the both of them. Warren was a handsome young boy, they feared other women will take him away from their only child when he grows older.

The once chaotic house was now a picture of maturity, love, and the enduring bonds they had all built over the years. Chloe, now eighteen and on the verge of stepping into the world as an adult, stood by the window, gazing out at the yard. She had grown into a beautiful young woman, her dark hair falling in waves around her shoulders. She still wore that soft, knowing smile, a mixture of Isla’s warmth and Adrian’s quiet confidence. As she straightened her graduation gown, there was an undeniable sense of pride in her eyes.

the website loaded. And there it was. The entire banner was taken over. The grainy photo of Killian and Igor kissing was impossible to miss. The headline, in huge, tacky red letters, screamed: HEIR’S SECRET SHAME: KILLIAN HAYES CAUGHT IN PROFESSOR LOVE TRIANGLE HOURS BEFORE WEDDING ANNOUNCEMENT! It was live. It was messy. It was undeniable.

It was blatant favoritism. Vincenzo ignored the whispers and continued. “Of course, Olivia’s performance was flawless. As a reward for your significant contribution to the family, I’m giving you our three estates in Sicily and the five-star hotel in Midtown. As for the position of heir…” He paused, his voice dropping low. “After this whole thing blows over, I’ll arrange another, fair competition for you both. We’ll decide who the heir is then.” From the safety of Emma’s arms, Lucia slowly looked up. Where no one else could see, she shot me a cold, triumphant smile.

I knew I had no right to feel this agonizing rip in my chest, but hearing his name again, knowing that Jennifer had finally won him, felt like a physical blow. “Is there a problem here?” A deep and familiar voice cut through the chatter of the ballroom. It was as though the air had been sucked out of my lungs in that moment. My breath caught the moment I saw him. Five years had changed Eric in all the ways that mattered. Gone was the carefree boy who used to hold my hand beneath the rain. In his place stood a powerful, impossibly handsome man in a tailored black tuxedo, his presence commanding the entire room without effort.

He cleared his throat and kept reciting what sounded like lines lifted from some novel. "If you know what's good for you, you'll leave on your own. Don't make me force you." Then he added, as if it mattered, "Don't think I'm one of those pathetic heirs from those 'real versus fake heir' trope novels. I got my acceptance letter to Kingsley University this year." The comments got even more excited. [Whoa, the star student trope? I'm obsessed!] [The fake heir doesn't stand a chance now.] [Anyone want to bet when this fake heir takes his fall down the stairs? Bring on the classic plot already!]

“I will be here for some time. I hope… I truly hope I may see you again.” Before she could answer, the car moved away and turned around the bend. Kim stood there long after it was gone, hand over her chest, heart beating fast and strange. She did not know then that this one meeting would change everything that it would wake old secrets, cruel lies, and a love so strong it would shake the great house on the hill and all the power that came with it. High up inside that big stone house covered in ivy, Damien Sterling watched the empty road below. His smile was cold and sharp.