Remarried To The False Heir Novels & Stories

His brows gathered as he saw the news that was making the rounds that afternoon. "The Steels family are up for another backlash as there were confirmed rumors that the heir of the Steels family, Adrian Steel has yet again taken a bride. The new bride was spotted alongside some domestic workers in the ever busy Lape market, dressed like a maid and rumors had it that he had picked a bride from among the peasants farmers at his father's cocoa farm. A video posted by the popular blog site, AMEBOR has generated mixed reactions as everyone believes that he had taken a bride from a poor home so he could make her a subject just as he tried to do with his first wife, Barbara, before she fled from the

The king was lenient by not punishing the rest of the Shaw family for it, so my father did not dare to risk the king’s wrath by giving Rosalie a proper burial. At the end, her body was discarded in a mass grave and became food to stray animals. She got the ending I had suffered in my past life. One could say that it was some kind of cosmic justice. Meanwhile, I was happily getting ready for the wedding. However, on the night before my wedding, Eldwin climbed over the wall and into my yard. I stared at him coldly, “What do you want from me?” He walked over and pulled me into his arms. “I know I made a mistake, Catalina. Please don’t marry Javien!”

She should have listened to their warnings, and she wanted to break down in front of them like a child, but her overwhelming guilt held her back. “It’s fine, I’ll be by your side.” Noah held her chin gently and made her look at him with a reassuring smile. Celene then found herself staring at his eyes as they held sincerity in them. “Also, don’t you want to get revenge on your ex-husband and mistress?” “If you do, the first thing you must do is reclaim your rightful position as heiress. Then, as a second step... You must marry me.” “What does marrying you have to do with revenge?” she asked, genuinely confused.

“Then neither is your inheritance.” Silence filled the room, thick and suffocating. “You’re bluffing,” Damien said, though there was an edge of uncertainty in his voice. “Am I?” Richard’s expression remained infuriatingly calm. “I’ve given you enough time to play your little rebellion. But now, you make a choice.” He leaned forward, his voice like steel. “End this farce of a marriage, and everything that is rightfully yours remains yours. Refuse, and you lose it all.”

I asked blankly. “The girl you are married to is not the Ximena you were meant to marry. Her name is Mildred; she is Molly's runaway sister,” Marcella said with a proud smirk on her face. She really had uncovered the truth and it made my head bang with an excruciating headache. “Marcella, you know I care about you a lot, but you need to be careful of the things you say. If it were another person who said this nonsense, I would have had his or her head sitting on a stake,” I retorted.

Naturally gifted with a strong memory, I had practiced this test over a hundred times and could even recite the answers from memory. After leaving the exam hall, everyone was eager to know how I had done. I said only one thing: “Better than ever.” Before the scores were even released, Ethan arrived with Mrs. Whitmore to propose, planning to get engaged to Vivian. Mrs. Whitmore had initially looked displeased. After all, everyone knew Vivian was the impostor heiress. In a prestigious family, bloodlines mattered, an heir’s identity could never be handed to an illegitimate child. But Ethan repeatedly assured her that Vivian was exceptionally capable and could get into Yale. Grandpa Sullivan had

He turned his head, his cold gaze fixing on her. Raven smiled, lips curling as though she had no fear. “I heard something happened to her. But I think you don’t even know what I told her to pass on to you.” Her words hung in the air. She leaned back, her voice smooth, almost teasing. “Dolphus, let’s strike a deal. You want a firm foothold in your pack, don’t you? For that, you need my family’s name. And I…” she touched her chest lightly, smiling wider “I need the heir of the Farringtons. With you as my husband, I can challenge my sisters for inheritance. We both won. Even if it is nothing but a hollow marriage, the bond will serve its purpose.”

With a face full of grief, I swung the club in a wide arc and brought it down on Violet's calf with brutal force. "He's a fake heir, and you're the real daughter! You'd betray your own parents for some outsider? You've been possessed by a demon!" I kept swinging, shouting my heartbreak with every strike. "Vi, we share the same blood—hurting you hurts me too! But for this family, for the Sanders name, I'm taking care of this villain today! I have to wake you up! A family that stands together thrives! We have to cut out the cancer!"

I signed where indicated. And then it was done. I stood on the steps of the Ministry of Marriage in a dress I had chosen myself, holding a certificate with both our names on it, trying to locate the feeling I was supposed to have in this moment. I'm married. I am Mrs. Hills. I am married to the richest, most aggravating, most complicated man in this city, and I did it for my mother's debt and to cover up two one-night stands, and this is my life now.

It was a role she had never anticipated, one that felt foreign and overwhelming after the loss of their parents. Sophia chuckled softly as she recalled her father's words. He had always treated her like a princess, filled with dreams of finding her a Prince Charming who would cherish and protect her. "She is my Sherni," he would say with pride, "and I will keep her like a princess." Those words echoed in her mind now, a haunting reminder of the life she had lost. The reality was starkly different; instead of a prince, she found herself entangled with Asher—someone who seemed to take pleasure in her pain rather than celebrate her strengths.