The Heir's Secret Bride Novels & Stories

Grandma said Chris pulled me into a tight hug and rained kisses all over my face right there. "The documents are here, I need your signature" Grandmother said I pulled away from the hug and went to put my signature on the documents that legally proves I was the heiress of the Campbells. I ignored John and Hazel's murmuring and nagging and just focused on my husband instead. We left them there and both headed to our room. As soon as we got in, Chris slammed his lips on mine and made me lay on the bed. As we kissed, one of his hands worked on my dress and in no time, I was left in just my undies.

“He's really cute, you know. Girls have tried talking to him but he just ignores them all." I frowned, cocking a brow as I took a sip of my cocktail. "And… why are you telling me this?" Clara paused for a second and I could see a mischievous look flash in her eyes. “I dare you," she whispered, a sly smile forming on her face. “You dare me?" I asked and she nodded. “You dare me… to do what?" “Go talk to him, girl," she answered. “Or just get him to buy our drinks and I’ll give you a thousand dollars.”

His danger lay in how effortlessly he drew the world toward him, how impossibly magnetic he was behind that aristocratic reserve. Later, when she became his bride, heir to heir, he had adorned her in jewels and silk so fine they felt like a second skin. She had mistaken that tenderness as possession, proof that he had coerced her family or twisted her fate. Under Liana Vale and Victor Loan’s manipulation, she had believed the worst. And so she had repaid his devotion with treachery—leaking his secrets, undermining his holdings, delivering him a glass of poison with hands that shook from fear instead of guilt.

Please be prompt. Secretary. Five minutes. Just five minutes to change everything or ruin the month. I rose, smooth my blouse, and took the elevator to the top floor. Executive level hits differently. Glass walls, muted tones, whispered authority. No chaos. And soon, confrontation. The door clicks. Breath catches. Sebastian Hale. Young. Dedicated. Annoyingly handsome. His eyes landed on me the moment I stepped in, then moved on. “I received your email,” he said, tapping his fingers. Piercing gaze, measuring and assessing. “You wanted an advance.”

“And why are you telling me this? You think I feel sorry for you?” “No!” she said quickly, wiping her face with the back of her hand, ruining her makeup. “No, I don't expect you to feel sorry. I'm telling you because… because we have something you need.” “Oh yeah? What's that?” “Information about the Midnights. About your family.” “What about them?” “It’s about your engagement to Dave. The pact between the Crowns and the Midnights". “Everyone knows that. It's not a secret.” “It's not,” she agreed. “But here's the secret they don't want you to know. You're not the real heir.”

he paused waiting for side comments but he got none “But this family needs an heir” he turned to mum “ and i definitely will not allow that gold digger Nora….” “Dad this isn't fair Nora and Damian grew up together” “I don not care” he stood up “Boy find a wife or I'll find one for you” “And the Ashbourne are coming over” he's eyes met mine like he was searching for something “ make a good impression”

The biological daughter who is worth billions. Aria's breath stopped. No. No, she couldn't know. That secret was buried. Hidden. "What are you talking about?" Leon had a strong voice. "Oh, you don't know?" Ariana laughed horribly and brightly. "Leon, you married the wrong sister in more ways than one. The woman wearing your family necklace and standing beside you is more than simply an overlooked younger sibling. Like an actress on stage, she turned to face the audience and performed for them. "The real heir to the Hale fortune is Aria Hale.

I turned up the volume and leaned back in my chair. "Welcome back," the anchor said, shaking her head slowly. "We are following the story that has everyone talking today. Celestine Valancourt, the secret heiress who just married the world's richest man, Lysander Ashcroft, is at the center of a growing scandal. Reports have surfaced that she terminated a pregnancy just weeks after leaving her first husband, billionaire Kier Thornwell. Our panel is here to discuss. Let's start with you, Margaret. What do you make of this?"