Remarried To The False Heir Novels & Stories

My husband, Gideon Hale, returned from the war with barely a breath left in him. Yet despite his condition, he insisted on going to the palace and used his military achievements to secure a royal decree. I thought he had gone to obtain a noble title for me. I was ready to berate him for his foolishness, but the contents of the decree rooted me to the spot. [By royal decree, Gideon Hale, Marquis of Northguard, and his first wife, Clara Reinhart, are permitted to share a tomb.] Clara was my dearest friend from girlhood. My ears rang. I opened my mouth to demand an explanation, but before I could utter a word, Gideon breathed his last. I stood frozen until my son suddenly snatched the decr

I added, nodding toward the official who stepped forward with documents and testimonies—physicians who had quietly aided the cover-up, witnesses who had finally stepped forward. Then I turned to Jas and Malachi. “For your deception, for your cruelty, and for your attempt to manipulate not just me, but the throne itself—you will be exiled. Stripped of title and everything you own, beaten then banished. If you ever return, i will not be so lenient” Malachi stood abruptly, shouting something about unfairness, but the guards were already in place. I looked to Meandro then, and her hand tightened around mine. “I will not be marrying Jasquire,” I said firmly. “Instead, I will marry Meandra. And in

She straightened her shoulders and lifted her chin, the way Jane had taught her. "You're Jane Blackwood now," she told her reflection. "Start acting like it." As she turned away from the window, the platinum wedding band felt heavy on her finger. It reminded her of the fraud that had led her here and the man who would eventually return to claim what was rightfully his.

His lady wife would have been pleased to hear that and not so happy to learn that there was indeed a new heir, as yet unborn. “The woman is of good family and was cozened into marrying him. He never once said he was illegitimate, though that matters little now.” He paused in his story to look up at a bird trapped inside, which was flitting from rafter to rafter. “I failed with Philip and now must do my duty.” Hubert held out a hand which was shaking a little and his breath wasn’t the sweetest. “Rest assured I will kick this temporary habit and raise the future heir properly. I hope I can count on you as my ally, Jarl Ketil?” He grinned. “Indeed you can, Your Majesty. Now, will it be possible

He's waiting for you to come to your senses. "I know he is," I said flatly. Five years. Even the love faded, I knew his pride, his anger, his patterns. "But I'm not going back." A year ago, he loved me fiercely. We were planning our future. Then the Rossis came. They didn't just bring home a forgotten son—they revealed him as the true heir, the next Don, who was already promised to a flawless mafia princess from the rival Costello family. Still, he fought them. He endured three days of their brutal regime—a test meant to break him—just to secure their permission to marry me.

He came for her. That’s when Audrey found out—he had never remarried. That wedding invitation from him and Beatrice? Completely fake. He’d had it custom-made just to fool her. Just like she had suspected, his so-called engagement was just a ploy—to use her concern for their youngest son to lure her back. If they could remarry, great. If not, at least he could ruin her new relationship. And then, conveniently, leave little Julian—a sweet little emotional landmine—by her side.

“Regardless of how he feels, he’s made up his mind. Leave him to it. When he gets married in a week or two, things will settle.” Married? I freeze, my gaze snapping to him. “What do you mean, married?” “Calling off the wedding didn’t end the wedding,” he states flatly. “Prince is finding another woman to marry. Giovanni has already told me that Prince guaranteed he would find someone.” Is this a fucking joke? Within twenty-four hours, he’s already planning to marry some random woman? My stomach churns, anger and disbelief mixing into something bitter. “I don’t agree with this, what you and him are doing,” my father continues, his tone biting. “So I can understand his need to marry a woman an

Jared said cautiously, preparing for the best opportunity to relay his objective to the King. “And why is that? To the best of my knowledge, you only married Mary Sanders to save your brother’s wife. The marriage is not even legal. You married her in your brother’s name. She is technically married to your brother and not you. I have annulled the marriage and I will give you a new wife. So be good and accept the King’s reward. No one has ever dared to refuse the King’s reward before. Are you planning to rebel against me Jared Stone?” The king asked cunningly

Her hand was warm; it strangely made me feel good. To make this lie the perfect lie I had to think of other factors, like my marriage with Alder. If Adrien and I had been seeing each other for a year, then that would mean that I had cheated on Adler. But the first thing that I would do when I got home was to erase every record of Adler's and my marriage to make it seem like we were never married using my hacking skills. Indeed, the Stirling family never announced to the world that their son had married me, and immediately after she married the original Jennifer, he began to leave for another city. So there was hardly any evidence of our marriage, plus we did not even hold a white wedding; it

"It wasn't a random guy. I read the news. He's actually the newest heir to the Ramsay family in Kendleton." "Oh? I know about him. But he seems to be married." "The wedding fell through. He abandoned his bride at the altar." "I heard that, too! That bride used to be his sister-in-law. He abandoned his first love to marry her so that he could be the new heir to the family. But as soon as he got the company and the heir position, he immediately broke off with her!" "Exactly! I heard that he's been looking for his first love ever since!"