Novel & Cerita Remarried To The False Heir

"Did you hear that! Your son's girlfriend is now my son's wife. Wow, it feels so good that my revenge on you is almost accomplished. But I'm just worried about one thing. How would I go back to the palace when everyone thinks I'm dead. I can't believe I was blinded by the need for revenge that I asked my son and maids to declare me dead twenty years ago and held the king responsible for my death. What else could I have done. I wanted to punish you both and I got that. I'm informed that Gabera is still under house arrest and maybe that's why he hasn't come to save you. How will I go back to that place. I'm sure everyone will think I'm a ghost. Oh no! But anyway son, today is the first day of

I brought my hands up taking him by the collar of his shirt, I cared nothing if anyone heard, which would be impossible as I knew my voice was barely a faint whisper, having him so close made my senses fail. "Because of our marriage" he dictated, he took the audacity to express that truth as if he believed it, some time ago he said we are a fictitious marriage, why did I come with his crap of nobility in his heart, he wanted to insult me so much to superimpose the false over the real. "Oh?" I managed to reply, he had said it so confidently that inside my head it echoed, I foolishly took the crumbs Gael was handing over. I must have looked like such an idiot to be so quick to deceive.

Connor came stumbling in, breathless and disheveled. Ever since he had caused chaos at the engagement party, the Gregory family’s head had exiled him abroad, cutting off all contact with me to stop him from interfering. Yet somehow, he had caught the news of our wedding and forced his way here. Dodging the bodyguards, he barreled toward me like a madman. “Helen! This is not how it’s supposed to be. Last time, the one you married was me!” I knew he was speaking of the life before my rebirth. However, to everyone else, he only sounded ridiculous.

Arwen said. “The truth.” Marcelline said with mockery. “My dear, the truth is that you entered a legal marriage under a false identity. That is not a foundation that courts tend to look on favourably, regardless of the circumstances that led to it.” She stood up, smoothed her jacket, and picked up her bag. “The settlement is fair... more than fair, given the situation.” “More than fair,” Arwen repeated quietly. “He had a diamond cut with my name on it four days ago.”

Written in bold ink, the section stated that should a Winslow/Fairfax marriage be dissolved under the stated conditions, all Fairfax assets in the company will be absorbed by the Winslow heir…with conditions? “This must be a joke,” I scoffed, reading the lines over and over until the humour fizzed out of it, leaving nothing but the naked truth. In order to reclaim my inheritance, I had to remarry a more competent heir. Not an entrepreneur or a self made billionaire, no. An heir to a long-standing dynasty like the Winslow Empire. A chill ran down my spine, and I slapped the file shut with a sharp exhale. “This is fake,” I blurted, “if my family ties ran deep with Merrick's family, why would m

“I am leaving you to prepare to receive your honorable bride. I thought you were joking when you said you would be marrying the lost Queen. I am sorry for what happened between the two of us last night, if I had somehow tried to make you go against the resolve. I am sorry. But I will no longer stay here and I will no longer engage in any form of marital pretense with you. If you intensify your investigations. You should be able to get the lady on time. As for me, my plans remain the same.” “What the hell are you talking about?” “Oh you do know what I am referring to. I was brought into this castle because you saved me. And you also brought about the idea of me pretending to be your wife. I a

“That's very strange seeing that we may have just made the biggest mistake of our life.” “You think so?” His fork paused on the way to his mouth. “This is going to work, trust me.” “You know it’s not going to stop your asshole of a brother from doing what he wants with Caroline.” “I’ll tell you something,” he said. “The first in time prevails. We got married first. I'm going to keep my position as the heir and well, you're my wife.” “I do not want to be your wife.” “But you also do not want to lose your inheritance. Trust me, this is a good shot. All we have to do is prove it's real and make everyone believe us.”

I adjusted the diamond earrings and necklace that Rhysander had gifted me for our second anniversary as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. It's been three years since I got married to Rhysander under the guise of a contract marriage. I had kept my promise; I never crossed into the room I was put in. I never embarrassed the Bert name, and I played the role of the devoted Mrs. Bert to perfection. But the world I had tried to save had crumbled anyway. One year ago, despite the capital Rhysander poured into Vance Shipping as regards to the promise he made to me, my father had gambled the entire recovery on a venture behind my back.

"You were tangled up with your best friend the whole time, and you're questioning me? And that wasn't a fight. I dumped you! I told you then, we were done." Vincent slipped an arm around me, looking entirely satisfied. "You heard her," he said. "Stay out of our way. Don't be an eyesore." Hendrick looked toward his parents again, searching for help. Neither of them responded. To them, a successor could be flawed, even foolish, but not someone who let himself be played so easily. Someone like that would only ruin everything. Cutting him off early was the safer choice. In the end, with Vincent by my side, I picked out a new wedding dress.

"Thank God you were so pigheaded. Otherwise, I might've actually married you—a fraud. "Now, even if you got down on your knees and begged me to marry you, I wouldn't be interested. The man I'm marrying is Arthur. He's the real heir to the Harrison family. As for you—" She looked me up and down, her eyes filled with contempt. "No matter how capable you think you are, you're still getting thrown out." My mom let out a cold snort. "Look at you now. If you'd just listened to us from the start, you wouldn't have ended up with everyone turning against you."