Remarried To The False Heir Novels & Stories

He also waited for her at her condo unit, but he didn't see Lia either. 'Where is she? Is she okay? I really need to talk to her.' "Honey?" Mildred frowned as she came next to him. "Darling. Aren't you happy? Look, she already signed those Annulment Papers, and look, she also signed and agreed that she won't get any wealth from you." Mildred smiled broadly. "That's good, right? We're free to get married. God, you are really mine now, Ethan." Mildred added.

He wasn't even interested in her, hence his remarriage to Melinda. "Ahh, Adelia, you think too much," Adelia said, patting herself on the forehead and heading into the elevator while holding the wedding suit that Afgan wanted.

"Never again, tomorrow night, Melek and I will leave for the capital where I will put her on a plane to France." "What? Habbab you can't do that." "Melek is my wife, I can and I will." "Yes, with the exception that she is not actually your wife." "She's not, but she doesn't know that, and I hope you didn't say a word to her about it." "Of course, I didn't. That girl has suffered enough for a stupid revenge that doesn't belong to you or me. Nor was I going to tell her that her marriage was a sham, that's for you, and you alone, to confess to her."

“He’s just happy you’re alive and well again.” I shook my head. “I don’t…I just don’t understand how I can be his…his...” “He knew,” she said, nodding. “The instant we entered this castle. He knew his one true love was here. He could feel it. But I asked him—commanded him, really—not to say anything until we met Brentley and the king, because I worried it might be someone he couldn’t have, and it turned out I was right. You were already married. So… So I convinced him to keep his silence and not to act on the bond he felt with you. It wouldn’t have done anyone any good if he’d announced it aloud, anyway, which… I was also right about; it’s been a huge mess since everyone’s found out. But the

“Shit!” “May I take my leave, Your Majesty?” My own voice sounded alien, calm and steady over the chaos inside. He looked up. His eyes were bloodshot. “She’s lying. It’s not true.” I nearly laughed. Instead, I let out a soft, derisive breath. “Do I look like I care, Kaelan? I’m your contracted wife. Not a real one. You need an heir, and look—your courtier is providing one. Isn’t that efficient?” A smile I didn’t feel stretched my lips. “Congratulations.”

he said carefully “They’d been dating for two years. He didn’t choose her, chose her stepsister instead” I closed my eyes yes briefly, so that was it. Rejection. Humiliation. And betrayal. No wonder she’d unraveled at the bar. “And the family?” I asked. Alex didn’t hesitate. “Unpleasant. Step mother controls most household decisions, father’s present but does nothing” The usual. “There’s something else” Alex hesitated, then continued “The council called before dawn” I leaned back against the desk “And?” “The succession didn’t take place” Alex continued “without you present, it was impossible to continue”

Our eyes locked, and despite his penetrating stare, I held my ground. He persisted undeterred, despite my unwavering gaze. "You need to remarry, Sebastian. An heir is essential. None of you, my grandsons have given me a great-grandson yet, and you understand the implications of that." Sure, I understood. It meant none of my siblings had yet qualified for the family's fortune. Jamie was married but had no children, and my younger brothers were in the same boat. I was the only one without a wife due to my two failed marriages, courtesy of Lydia's betrayal. Still, I couldn't understand why my grandfather was pressuring me to remarry like I was the only one with the potential to birth him the gr

“Because you speak to me as though I were not a prince. I am the heir of Turquoise, son of the Charlemagnes.” The breath caught in my throat. Charlemagnes. The name rang through me like a bell. “You—” My voice trembled. “You are to marry Tremaine of Canmore?” He blinked. “How did you—” “Are you insane?” The words burst from me. “She’s your father’s choice?” “Yes—” “She already had a husband!” “The King of Ruby is dead.” “Recently!” My voice shook. “And you’ll marry her now? Do you have any idea what you’re doing?”

It was a mockery of everything she had once held sacred. "And I still say I’m not your wife. I’m not!" she declared, her voice rising, laced with defiance. "I will leave you and this place. I won’t stay trapped in your web of lies any longer." He regarded her calmly, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, don’t make such decisions out of anger, Adhira," he said, his voice carrying a hint of mockery. "If you’re upset about being married under false pretenses, then we’ll marry again. This time with no lies, no betrayal, and no deception. Just with pure truth and love."

But now, that belief had shattered. Klaus returned from speaking with Lyle, his expression unreadable. He lifted Emilia’s fragile body into his arms and walked toward me. I met his gaze, trying to read his thoughts, but I couldn’t discern what Lyle had whispered to him. “Our agreement is off, isn’t it?” I asked, surprised that I could still recall the fake marriage pact we’d made to secure my father’s support. “Of course,” Klaus replied, his voice flat. “I won’t be going through with the fake marriage. You don’t need me for that. You’re now the rightful heir to the throne, the king’s only surviving child.”