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But when he turned toward the door, his secretary rushed in. "Mr. Velmore—" she said breathlessly. "There's more." Lucian stiffened. "What is it now?" "A tabloid is releasing an exclusive tomorrow. Mirana gave them an interview." His stomach dropped. "They're calling it 'The Heir Before the Heiress.' She's naming you publicly. Photos. Details. The whole thing." Lucian's blood ran cold. And for the first time in a long while, Lucian Velmore—the untouchable billionaire—felt helpless.

Theodor, a 29-year-old man, is the first grandson of Gilbert Jansen Burg, the owner of Burg Corporation, and has been named the company's heir. That doesn't necessarily make Theodor big-headed or dependent on his family. Theodor felt he was carrying a Very Heavy mandate, so he always wanted to feel perfect at every opportunity. Theodor was such a genius that his grandfather felt. He had made no mistake in choosing the heir to his fortune. "My grandson, you're finally home. How was the company today?" "Yes, as usual. Very busy." Theodor said. "Good, good. You're a child genius." Gilbert complimented.

Reuben stated instead. How his mother happens to stand by him instead took him by surprise. "I'll assume, this was a mistake on your part. But the deal remains, and I'm very sorry to announce to you that you can't inherit the Lancaster firm, this was just a test of you guys' trustworthiness. You've proven to me that you could attain height as much as claiming another man's child as your s to claim the Lancaster wealth. Every Lancaster heir is always trustworthy, liable, and honest" His Grandfather began his long speech which only bore people out.

When we finally got home, he headed straight for his study, leaving me to walk up the stairs to our cold bedroom by myself. ​I sat down at my vanity, reaching into a hidden drawer beneath the velvet lining to pull out a thick folder buried under my jewelry. I flipped through the pages, my eyes landing on the seal of Vane Holdings and the documents that proved I was the sole heiress to a conglomerate that made the Blackwood fortune look like pocket change.

"That's enough. The support agreement is already signed. Just carry the child and give birth." Mandy stared at her, stunned. Nora had always hated her, and now she was accepting this? "And after that?" "If you don't want the child, give him to us," Nora said evenly. "I've thought it through. The Strouds need an heir." She glanced at Quinton. "The situation might be awkward, but we'll say he's our grandson. No one will know." Quinton nodded quickly. "Right, a grandson. Same thing." Mandy thought it over, her mood lifting again. As long as the child wouldn't tie her down later, she could still get paid.

BLURB For three years, Seraphina gave everything she had to a man who never saw her clearly. She cooked, she endured, she stayed quiet through every insult his family threw at her, and she secretly kept his failing business alive from the shadows, without him ever knowing it was her. Then his first love walked back through the door, and Seraphina disappeared. She walked out as his invisible wife and came back as Seraphina Vaughn, the hidden heiress of the most powerful family in the country. The woman two dangerous older brothers would tear the world apart for, the woman every powerful man in the city now wants standing beside him. Damian thought she would come back within a week; bu

Isabella stood by the pool, watching him go, her heart aching. The will reading was held in the library. Isabella sat beside Sebastian, Lucas, and Lily in her lap, her mind still reeling from her conversation with Damien. The lawyer read from a document, his voice droning, the words blurring together. Sebastian inherited the estate. Damien inherited the company. Isabella inherited a trust fund she hadn't expected. "Grandfather wanted to take care of you," Sebastian said, as they walked back to the car. "He didn't even know me."

“Answer me. Is this what you want too?” He avoided my eyes at first. His hand tightened around the arm of the sofa, and for a moment he actually looked uneasy. Then he said in a low voice, “Selene is carrying a pup. The pack needs an heir. Once the child is born, I can make arrangements. We can still be together afterward.” He wanted me to step aside, let another woman bear his supposed heir, and then wait until he decided to come back to me. Selene lowered her eyes and rested one hand on her stomach, looking every bit the wronged, delicate she-wolf.

Next slide. Unified Heir Training Program “At age fourteen…” I continued, “…all heirs will spend their summers at the Asher estate.” Murmurs again. “They will learn the business.” “Understand operations.” “Build relationships across branches.” I paused. “No heir will grow up isolated.” That line hit. Hard. “No heir will grow up unaware.” Another. “And no heir will grow up unprepared.” Silence. Because they understood. What I was really saying. No more weak heirs.

Heir. Fear moved through me then in a different shape than before. Not abstract. Not philosophical. Immediate. If Tobias Viremont still lived, then I was not some nameless stranger who might pass through the Outlands unnoticed. I was his offspring. His heir. The child my mother took from him and carried back across the barrier. A stolen claim. A missing bloodline. Something more dangerous than I had ever imagined myself becoming.