Remarried To The False Heir Novels & Stories

"Giselle, I can marry you, but only if you behave. When you see Father and Her Majesty, persuade them to let me also take Camilla as a concubine." I frowned. Maurice was as obnoxious as he'd been in my past life, but he'd only dared to keep Camilla Chapman as his mistress. Why was he being so bold now and laying everything out in the open? "Let me take Camilla as a concubine, or I won't marry you." He glared at me. "You don't want to end up childless and alone, do you?" My heart clenched, and I formed a terrifying guess—Maurice had also been reborn.

I mean he knelt to make his forever and then there was a turn of events. Yes! Matilda is right! Even before we signed the marriage arrangements. He spelt it out emphatically that there's no commitment attached. Literally it's fake. For a moment, I thought that's how it was going to be since it was a mutual benefit. But…I guess…! “Hmm,” Remi drew a shaky breath. “You know I believe he needs to be taught not to toil with people's emotions when walked out on his bride at the altar a couple of months ago.”

Eighteen to twenty-three, the best years of a woman's life, I gave them all to him. But he told me he was going to be the Don, and a Don's marriage isn't his own to choose. He said he loved me. He just loved the family's interests more. Yesterday I found out I was pregnant. Before I could even tell him, the Bennetts came and reclaimed me. I thought I'd finally become worthy of him. Then he told me the woman he was marrying had always been Romina. Even though I was the real Bennett daughter. Outside, rain started to fall, soft and steady, like someone crying.

An hour ago I was standing on the bridge about to end it all and now here I was in my supposed fiancé’s house. Yes… I’m getting married to Sebastian. If I have to marry a total stranger to bring Ethan and Lila down, I will. After all, I married for love… and look what it did to me. Now I’m marrying for revenge. That alone sounded crazy in my head, but at this point, nothing about my life made sense anymore. I sat on the couch quietly, rubbing my hands on my lap, trying to calm the fury inside me.

He said. "Then why are marrying her.Is she blackmailing you." He chuckled softly."Uncle please.No one can blackmail Bruno Romero into doing anything." "Then what is the need to marry an outsider.Is she pregnant?" "Sage isn't an outsider she'll be my wife soon and I'd appreciate it if everyone treats her as if she's a part of this family and no she isn't pregnant."

He only knew that the real and fake heiresses had returned to their biological families, but he had not paid attention to the story beyond that as he was busy making a living. “The fake heiress died, and the head of the Fisher family is also dead. The real heiress is said to be returning everything to the previous matriarch’s line, but the new head hasn’t officially taken over yet. These wealthy families will do anything for power and profit, you know.”

I hated that shift in her mood; I could never tell if she did it to provoke me, or if it was genuinely part of her game. “Are you wasting my time with this?” She lifted the marriage certificate, then tore it clean in two. “You didn’t need to stage this whole show, forge a fake document, just to get your inheritance, Gabriel. You never got married, why don’t you just tell us the truth.” I’d already expected she wouldn’t believe it, especially since I needed to keep Scarlet’s identity a secret. That’s exactly why Uncle Henry had brought along the officiant who’d performed the wedding, who confirmed everything in front of everyone.

Jane frowned, as if she was about to scold me for being jealous and overbearing the way she used to. But I cut her off first, my tone calm. "I know. I only married her because I took your place. She… was always supposed to be yours." Truth be told, I had long since come to terms with it. Marriages between wealthy families were never about individuals. They were about lineage, about alliances, about family standing. When my fake heir identity was exposed, Jane had immediately asked for a divorce. I had cried, made a scene, refused to eat, even threatened my own life with a blade—doing everything I could to force her to keep me as her husband.

On the day I was reborn, back at the royal bride selection, my older sister Amelia immediately claimed Lysander, the husband I'd had in my previous life. He was the serpent King's illegitimate son. Watching her cling to Lysander's arm in wild delight, I knew my sister had been reborn too. In our previous life, Amelia, the elder daughter of House Ellison, had immediately chosen Draco Ashford, the rightful heir. Draco was famously cold. He never once touched her after the wedding, then died in battle in the North less than a month later.

“Tell them what?” “That I’m… I’m your husband.” I sipped my champagne slowly. “Oh, that.” “Please,” he whispered, desperation leaking into every syllable. “You don’t understand what they could do to me.” “Oh, trust me,” I said. “I do.” He grabbed my hand, “Vera, please, I'm begging you. I'll do anything, just don't let them find out. We could still work things out.” I pulled my hands away, and rolled my hands, “First of all, it's not Vera, its Jewel. Jewel Hudson.” I said the last part with emphasis.