Novel & Cerita The Heir And The Spare

In low voices that were meant to be overheard. Catherine learned that quickly. At one gathering, a matron from an allied line looked at her over her glass and smiled. “So the barren Luna you drove out was actually a royal daughter?” Another woman added before Catherine could answer, “And the ‘heir’ you celebrated so loudly wasn’t even your blood?” Catherine’s face turned so stiff it looked carved from stone. But the mockery did not stop there. Inside the Vale bloodline, the atmosphere had already begun to sour. The elders were furious. Not only had Damian failed to keep his mate, he had nearly allowed an outsider’s child to enter the direct succession line under the Vale name. It was humilia

Alexious stared at him for a moment, his mouth slightly open as he took in Hermes's wings and bright eyes – then he broke into a broad smile, not at all frightened but clearly fascinated. "No gold eggs, sorry! But some of them lay eggs with blue shells – does that count as treasure? Father says they're special because only our black hens lay them." He pointed proudly toward a section of the coop where several dark-feathered chickens were pecking at the ground. "And I know all their personalities – there's one hen who likes to sit on my shoulder while I work, and another who always steals corn from the goat pen!" Eirene tugged on her mother's hand, bouncing on her toes as she spotted the firs

"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."

She hesitates briefly, observing both me and Seraphina, as though weighing the potential repercussions of her suggestion. I raise an eyebrow, my gaze fixed on her, clearly interested and slightly intrigued. “And what would that be, Hellie?” I encourage her to continue. Hellie swallows hard and quickly looks away at Seraphina before responding. The air around her seems almost to vibrate with the weight of her hesitation. Despite her experience, her face betrays a discomfort mixed with determination, and she finally says: “An heir, Your Majesty. It is necessary to secure your bloodline, the rebel attacks, and what happened at the party. Your life, my king, is in constant danger. An heir is ess

“The Frostman family stands for honor and loyalty. Your ancestors fought for this country….and you spend your days causing trouble? How will you face them?” She stuffed another chestnut into her mouth, covering her ears dramatically. “You’re still unmarried at your age. Three forms of unfilial behavior …the worst is having no heirs. How will you face your ancestors?” He nearly choked from anger. “That’s not the same thing!” She stepped closer, whip in hand, tapping it lightly against him before lifting his chin. Her smile turned sly….mischievous, dangerous. “Doctor Quinn… How about this? I’ll marry you. Once I do, I’ll listen to everything you say. You want me to be obedient? Done. That way…

The cool satisfaction of a man who believes everything is proceeding exactly as planned. I raised my glass in return, my smile flawless. I hope you can still smile like this, Dominic. Three days from now. When your heir is gone— and you finally understand what it cost you to underestimate me.

"From the very beginning, the heir was the one in Stella's belly!" "This was just an unacknowledged bastard, a creature no one wanted. Why should he have been born?" "So he could live his life branded as a 'mutt'?" I was a walking corpse, shuffling toward the future Don, leaving a trail of scarlet on the floor. Each step left a bloody footprint, a gruesome trail of what we had lost. I stopped right in front of him and asked, my voice devoid of emotion. "Tell me, who was ever looking forward to the birth of the true Gallo heir?"

I said slowly, the name foreign in my mouth. He smirked. “So you do remember.” “I’ve never seen you in my life.” “Of course not,” Adrian said. “That was part of the plan.” Ava stepped back. “What plan?” Rachel folded her arms. “Your father had two heirs. But only one was meant to inherit the Cross empire. The other was insurance.” “You were the spare,” Adrian added. My pulse raced. "No. "That is not possible." Adrian shrugged. "Then how do you explain this?" He removed a worn photo from his coat—two baby boys. Matching eyes. Matching smiles. Matching birthdates.

“Why?” A wry line carves itself on her face. “Children tend to vanish when they venture too far from home. I would hate for any of you to end up like the lost heirs,” she says, and I think she meant it as a joke because her dreary eyes shine with dark humour, but I also think it was a sincere warning. “The lost… heirs?” I repeat questioningly, hopefully a worthy prompt for an elucidation. A ghoulish glint sparks in Hilda’s dull eyes. “The lost heirs; twins that braved into the woods. Rumours speculate that it was to visit their favourite spot by the lake which they visited religiously, but one day… they never returned.”

He sat down and beckoned everyone to do the same before getting to the heart of the matter. “Whoever gets married first becomes the heir,” Caddaric announced. “Both of us are the heirs. We shall work together,” Cal one countered. They saw value in each other and enjoyed working together as well as being best friends with identical features. No one was going to be pushed to the back.