Novel & Cerita The Heir And The Spare

Grandma said and I heaved a sigh of relief She's going to start with John and Hazel so Mitchell and I will know our fate by then but I have a feeling that Mitchell is going to become the heiress. How great will it be for a heir and heiress to be together? We will conquer the world together and make so many histories. TBC........ ©️ Tricia

Bienley's grand introduction as the sole heir to the Vanderpool - Guillebeaux empire was nothing short of astonishing. The moment the news broke, it sent shockwaves rippling through the crowd, igniting a wild frenzy. "What?" "How could this be?" "I'd been expecting an heiress, especially with rumors flying that the heir had inherited Madame Bella's stunning beauty." "He's undeniably gorgeous, a perfect male mirror image of Madame Bella Vanderpool." "So, the heir is a man, not a woman?"

Vallas's voice whipped the air like a whip as he walked slowly to stand close to his heir. “You must have gotten the order which says that your heir is going to be collected from you, sire.” Estien said after bowing to Vallas, he had heard so much about the Crazy Noble, he was tempted to believe that the man was truly crazy but there was no hint of any craziness in the man before him, his presence was commanding and suffocating, for him and his fellow guards he would suspect. The lady that came down from the carriage which the heir had exited had melted into the background but the heir still stood firm, maybe because he was already used to his father aura. Come to think of it, the heir has a

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

All of it started to align in ways I didn’t want. The old woman stepped forward again. Her voice shook slightly now. “There is one final entry.” Caspian hesitated. Then read it. Slowly. Carefully. “As of the latest update…” He paused. His eyes narrowed. Then finished. “…the heir condition is stable.” My breath stopped. Stable. I didn’t even know what that meant anymore. Then Caspian turned the page fully. And the final line appeared. A warning. Written in heavier ink. Different hand.

“You signed up anyway.” “True,” I say. “Fine. Heirs. Go on.” I’m terrified of what he’s going to say next. He shifts uncomfortably, but doesn’t push me away. “The elders will have expectations,” he says. “I’m the only blood heir left. They’ll want to know what happens after me. Vorlag will absolutely start whispering about ‘stability’ and ‘legacy’ once he realizes I’m not going to marry his niece and produce a litter.” “Romantic,” I say dryly. “Nothing gets me going like being compared to a breeding plan.”

“She is The McKenna. The heir. I believe…” “I don’t CARE what you believe, Boy!” my father’s face reddened, his veins pulsing as he leaned forward, slamming his fist on the desk. “My orders were clear–if we can’t control her, she’s gone. We’ve wasted enough time. The spare will have to do.” “But the spare isn’t The McKenna,” my heart sputtered with worry. “She isn’t even…” “She’s old enough now, Damien,” he insisted. “More than old enough. With her sister dead, she can take over the legacy, and the claim.”

She is meeting with the stranger she will be getting married to in a week. You would wonder what the Spencer family gets in return if her family planned all of this. An heir. That is all that was required of her. A loveless marriage to produce an heir. The two families, Spenser and Hastings had sworn long ago to strengthen the alliance between them. Cassandra tried to keep her mind off the reading of the will, just two weeks ago, everything was perfect. Her life was normal and all other things were going on well. Two weeks ago, her boyfriend, Mark…

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.

"But she never came. Not even to visit. She is not quite two years younger than I am, surely she is a woman by now." "Why do you think she wasn’t sent?" "My mother told me in a letter that all the gold they could spare had been given to the abbey to take me in and keep me to my majority. There wasn’t enough to send both of us, so he sent me, to protect his heir." "Lairds oft provide for the heir first. Even with males the heir is educated and raised to lead, the spare only receives the same if there is a surplus of coin.” "That is what I told myself as well. That and perhaps no man had offered for her at as young, if that was indeed the reason I was taken away with such haste. I wanted to be