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“When do we tell Harbor City you’re not just a nobody who married up?” “Six months. Dad’s planning a formal announcement.” “David’s going to lose his mind.” “He’ll finally realize he never knew me.” My phone buzzed again. Unknown number: You made a mistake leaving David. He’s mine and always will be. Stay away. Grace. I showed Sophie. She laughed. “Should we tell her you’re a billionaire heiress?” “No. Let her think she won.” I deleted it. “I’m done competing for a man who never chose me.”

“Holy shit, Lyriana. You’re pregnant with the heir to both thrones. This is more than a scandal. This is a looming war waiting to happen.” I held intensely unto the edges of the windowsill. “I am aware.” “So what do you want to do?” she asked. “I am confused,” I said with a heavy hear. “Well… you better figure it out before someone else does.” She said as I hung up the call. My breath caught in my throat as I reread the letter. Alaric. Here. In the same palace. This was the same man that ruined the world I had. He owns the child I am carrying. He is the heir to Ardonia’s kingdom. Our rival kingdom

Prince Caspian held her hand and looked at her with concern in his eyes. "Is everything okay?" He asked and she smiled and nodded her head slowly. "Yes, it certainly is. I am quite honoured to meet you Your Highness." Caspian shrugged. "Oh please. Call me Caspian." First name basis already? She thought as she looked up at him, her eyes finally meeting his and he became starstruck. She had the most unique, most beautiful eyes that he had ever saw on a woman. Her eyes were perfect. "Oh wow! I must say... Your eyes... They remind me of a living flame."

Author's Note Welcome to my first ever book the "Sebastian's Possesion |•| PM'Series 1" or also known as "My Heiress Secretary" before. Let me start by saying, thank you for taking the time to give Audrey's and Sebastian's story a read. I hope you enjoy it.

The ink was darker here, newer than the rest. Should the heir survive, the Broken Crown will rise again. I read it three times before I let myself believe I'd read it correctly. The heir. Not a name. Not a face I could put to it, only a title that could belong to nearly anyone, and that uncertainty sat worse in my chest than a name would have. I closed the file and sat with my hand flat against the cover, the candle guttering low beside me. "Impossible," I said, to no one.

Even the wind held its breath. “What’s happening to you?” Ares called out anxiously from the stone steps. He tried to approach, but the rain burned through his cloak, forcing him back. “Alika, your forehead—there’s a symbol!” “I know,” I whispered, because something inside me had awakened. Strange thoughts rushed in. Names I had never heard. Images of ruins I had never seen but remembered clearly. The voice of an old woman whispering in a language I didn’t understand—yet somehow, I knew what she meant: The heir of the first blood has been unlocked.

He smiled in a way that felt more like showing teeth than kindness. “I hear you command the flame of the First Bloodline,” he said smoothly. “A rare gift. Together, we could be unstoppable.” “I’m not looking to be unstoppable,” Rowan said. “Just… myself.” He chuckled. “You’d change your mind.” His gaze swept over her like he was already claiming her. She forced herself not to roll her eyes. ⸻ The second heir was worse. Tall, broad-shouldered, his golden scales glinting faintly under his skin. He didn’t bother with small talk.

The people were emerging from the shadows, their eyes hollow, their hands reaching out toward us as if we were the only warmth left in a frozen world. But as we walked, I felt a sharp, cold spike in my mind—a new signature, one that hadn't been on the drive or in the vault. Signature Detected: The Heir. I looked at Dante, but he didn't see it. He was looking at the crowd, his eyes glowing with a territorial pride. I didn't tell him. I just tightened my grip on his hand, the secret burning in my blood like a slow-acting toxin. If the Heir has survived within Ivy’s own mind, is their Happily Ever After just a temporary truce before the final, internal war—and will Dante still love the Queen wh

The title read: Trial of the Twelve: The Fall of the First Council. As the figure turned, moonlight revealed her face. Not Alessia. Not Juliana Moretti. But a third heir. One no one saw coming. She smiled. And said softly to the shadows: “It’s time they remembered the true heir to the blood throne.”