The Heir's Secret Bride Novels & Stories

she retorted "I do not plan to marry anyone, neither do I plan to fall in love with any" "Even if you do not fall in love, you have to get married, I need an heir or do you want De Valle's legacy to die with you?" "If what you want is an heir, I could give you that without getting married, just hang on a bit and you'll get an heir" Hazel stood up and walked out of the house he hated so much but had no choice, his mind traveled to the little boy he had just given his blood to and who could be his son, if what his mother wants is an heir, he would give that to her.

A marriage would be the last essential piece in the foundation of her mother’s career which included half of the city’s commercial real estate. He had been eager to enter the golden cage. It was meant to make him happy. Standing up, he swung his legs over the side of the bed. He approached the window and removed the thick curtain just enough to look out at the spotless driveway. He gave a little cynical laugh. “Aren’t I stuck now?” He asked. He went to his big dresser and opened the top drawer. He took up a modest little black box. When he opened it the enormous immaculate solitaire diamond engagement ring he had purchased for Bridget—which had cost him a fortune—was there.

I was terrified for the second heartbeat inside my womb, a secret I’d discovered in the bridal room. At the front of the chapel, under a canopy of candles, he, ‘The Senior -something- Alvarado’ awaited by the priest. “He seemed too young to be ‘The Senior’ himself, as the title implied a more seasoned man. His posture, the aura that radiated even from behind, the suit he was wearing… His buzzed hair made it hard to discern his hair shade, but it seemed dark brown, like Eduardo’s. ‘But he has soft, curly hair, unlike the groom before my eyes.’ I thought to myself. He pivoted slightly as I stepped next to him. My eyes slowly met his, and I shivered to my very core when his familiar gaze locked

Comforting. But the sense of waiting gnawed at her. That night, after Julian was asleep, there was a knock at her bedroom door. She opened it to find Cole standing there, face serious. “There’s something you need to see,” he said. Her stomach dropped. “What is it?” He handed her an iPad. “News broke half an hour ago.” Sienna’s hands trembled as she took the tablet. The headline on the screen sent ice flooding through her veins. **“Damian Cavendish: Secret Heir Revealed!”**

He had just knocked over his own shoes. “The city waits for no one! Especially not the Riccis,” Edoardo countered. “Antonio Ferretti called me this morning. He’s already asking if we’re coming. This is the big one, Valentina. If we play this right, NOIR DONNA won't just be a brand; it’ll be an empire.” “I know, Edoardo. I’ll be there. One hour, remember?” “And forty minutes of secret planning, I know your tricks,” he joked. “Just don't be late. I’ll pick you up at seven. Wear the green. It’s a power color!”

Alexander had built his throne, his perfect empire, his perfect wife. Now, Gerald would take everything from him for coming after him. .................... Victoria sat in front of her vanity, her fingers clutching her phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white. The screen displayed the latest headlines, "BLAKE HEIR TO RENEW VOWS WITH HIS WIFE IN A GRAND CEREMONY!" Her breath hitched in disbelief as she scrolled through the article. It was filled with praises for Sarah, calling her the woman who had completely captivated Alexander Blake, the queen of the upcoming elite wedding of the century.

“Well, do the bride and groom want to?” Valerie laughed. “Since everyone is here today, why don’t we just get the rites done?” “I was thinking the same thing.” The old madam turned to the butler. “Go and bring me that bracelet.” Her daughter-in-law, Yvette Gardner, asked in jealousy, “You mean that bracelet that has been handed down from the ancestors?” “Yes, Shaun is the heir to the Hill family, so the bracelet should naturally be passed on to his future wife,” Old Madam Hill said with a smile.

“To pay someone a visit.” “Who?” Julian hesitated. Then he said it: “Dominic Crane’s daughter.” Aiden looked stunned. “Crane has a daughter?” Julian nodded. “She’s not on the books. She lives abroad. But she visits under aliases. I caught a glimpse of her once, at Harold’s birthday gala. She’s the only person he keeps off the chessboard.” “Why?” Clarissa asked. “Because she’s his queen,” Julian said. “And if I’m right, she’s the key to unlocking how deep this goes.”