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Sorry it’s been a while! You may think that this story has been abandoned, but fear not! You can still follow the adventures of Sybil, John and the others in the sequel–Hidden Heiress: My Ex is Addicted to Me. The story will start a few months later for our characters but the drama is even more intense! I am still working on it but don’t worry, it will come.

Today was so hectic for Hunter Chase and Amelia. They did their best to proclaim what a perfect couple could be outside and as if they had perfectly predicted right; after the camera shut off, the photographer clicked and flashed light on them. Little did they know, every bit of their moment was being captured by external cameras. Amelia tried to wear his mask of a good bride till she entered the car, which the handle was held still by Hunter, who wore a smile that identified him as the gentle husband even though he was known for his fierce manner of handling business.

Why is she at my wedding and more importantly, where is my bride? "Sir, your bride ran away." Dan, my assistant whispered to me when he went beside me… "What—" "But your father said you have to continue the ceremony. You just got appointed as the President of Empire Gray. A false bride will create a big scandal and will put your current position at risk." I clenched my jaws and looked at my dad who was watching silently. My eyes then went to the crowd and they were all anticipating the kiss. Fck! My wedding is private. Even the identity of my bride is a secret from the public and they don't have any idea that this woman isn't supposed to be my bride.

Jewel was displeased and said, "Who told you that I am single? I am the heiress of the Fletcher family, with exceptional looks and a graduate from a prestigious university. There are plenty of men in this world who adore me. And all I need is to choose a top-notch and outstanding man, agree to marry him, and that's it." She suddenly smirked, "Ms. Thea, there used to be a clan of secret marriages in this world. Do you know what a secret marriage means?"

Closer than anyone could know. I deleted my terminal history, logged out, and slipped silently back toward Julian's suite. The adrenaline was a toxic rush. I was trapped in a marriage based on a lie, and now a dangerous third party was about to expose the truth—not just about the heir, but about the very foundations of Julian's empire. I paused outside his door, listening to his harsh, commanding voice on the phone. Julian Thorne had powerful enemies. And by marrying him, I had just put my secret son directly in the crosshairs.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hey my lovely readers 🤍:) We’ve come to the end of The Billionaire’s Hidden Bride: The Secret Heiress. This story means a lot to me, and while I originally planned to make it longer, I decided to give it a proper ending rather than leave anyone hanging. If you made it this far, thank you for staying with me till the end. Your time and support truly mean more than you know. I’m already working toward my next story, and I promise it will be even bigger, deeper, and more dramatic. I hope you’ll be there when it begins.

"I'll have someone bring her to New York. You can see her tomorrow, if you want. Talk to her about the letter. About everything." Isabella's throat tightened. "She's been carrying this secret for thirty years. Afraid I'd hate her if I found out." "She loves you. That's the only thing that matters." She leaned into him, letting his strength hold her up. "When this is over " "When this is over," he said, "I'm going to marry you. For real. No contracts, no games, no secrets. Just you and me and Lucas, building something that Sebastian can't touch."

Grace. My hands began to shake. These weren’t the names of corporate rivals or faceless enemies. These were people. A family. This wasn’t a trophy of a conquest; it was a relic of a past he had clearly left behind. A past he kept hidden in a secret drawer. This was not the damning evidence I sought. This was a complication. A human being I had sworn not to see. The sharp sound of a key turning in the penthouse front door shattered the silence. My blood ran cold. It was too early. He wasn’t due back for two more days.

Simon pointed and I just sat there, frozen in place. She sat next to me. She took my hand and kiss it. Her face is still covered by the veil. With my hands shaking, I slowly lifted it up from her face. My heart is hammering in my chest, the tears kept on flowing as I pull her in and hug her. “It’s you.” “Yes it’s me, Luke,” Neola whispered as she hug me tight. “The one and only heir’s Bride.” I smiled down at her, hugging her close as we lie down on the sand, cherishing the moment, smiling as we stare at each other. I couldn’t help it, I lean in and kiss her.