The Heir's Secret Bride Novels & Stories

The strange young man removed his glasses and looked at the place that he left when he was still little. "Young Master, Welcome back." "You are the secretary Dad sent to me right?" "I will help you in taking over the Italy branch of the company." The secretary took his suitcase and put it into the booth before getting into the car. "What about her?" He asked but the secretary only shook his head. "I couldn't find anything. Is as if her information are hidden" "She will be ok right? This time I came back solely because of her" Looking out at the moving clouds he muttered

He is actually excited to find his Cinderella. Because of the news report, the company's email and Chase's phone has been blowing with messages inquiring about dating the heir. Chase went ahead and ordered Secretary Lee to assign investigators for each messages they receive about him. He didn't gave out words about his ideal type, he only ordered them to investigate if the people's intention was love nor money. "Are there any other things you would like to add sir?" Secretary Lee asked as he was sending the commands with his tablet. "Did the Prince danced with every maiden there or did he just greeted them?" Chase mumbled but it was clear enough for the secretary to understand.

My mother pushed my wheelchair facing Achetbir, then Blair took my phone and continued my live video while capturing our scene. Achetbir brought out a small red box for his pocket. I am not stupid to not know what that is, I just can't believe that he is now prepared for this. Did he prepare this for a long time? "Jandie Mendoza, my secretary, the girl who hide the billionare's heir. Will you marry me?" asked achetbir in full happiness. I slowly put down my hand from my mouth and nodded sobblingly. "I will," I answered.

“Get to the point.” “You want to pay off the debt Heather Kelcey covered for your boyfriend. You want to erase her influence. But you also want to keep your secrets. That doesn’t come cheap.” He stepped closer, eyes boring into mine. “I want a favor. One I’ll collect when I choose. One you won’t refuse.” I hated how calm his voice was. How sure. “And if I say no?” He tilted his head. “Then you walk back out there, watch your boyfriend grow even closer to the woman you despise, and eventually lose everything you tried so hard to protect. The choice is yours, princess.”

The door opened, and my breath caught in my throat. It was Helen. Helen—my best friend. I stared in disbelief as she smiled warmly and let him inside. My legs felt like they might give out, but I forced myself to move closer. I crept toward the window, careful to stay out of sight. Inside, they were standing close, too close. Helen’s hands brushed against his chest, and then he pulled her into his arms. Their lips met in a kiss so passionate it made my stomach turn. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t look away.

I grabbed the paper from his hand. And instantly wished I hadn't. Because there was only one sentence written across the page. A sentence that made my blood run cold. THE BRIDE BELONGS TO US. And beneath the message... was a recent photograph. A photograph of me sleeping in my bedroom.

The woman looked horrified, her face paling as her eyes shifted to the man, clearly distressed. But he stood in an instant, scooping Caelia into his arms before she could react. “It’s fine, Gerda,” he reassured her, “my bride has… unique customs. Prepare a private altar, with only essential priests.” With that, he strode from the room, carrying Caelia down the hallway, his bare torso warm and solid against her. Her face felt afire as he marched down the hall, seemingly oblivious to the curious stares they attracted. As they passed through hallways adorned with unexpected luxury, Caelia’s wonder gradually overtook her embarrassment until he stopped in front of an ornate door.

I should have smiled and nodded and counted my blessings. Instead I heard myself ask, "Who was she? The real bride?" Something shifted behind his eyes. Just slightly. Just for a second. "That is not your concern." "I wore her dress," I said. "I spoke her vows. I think it's a little bit my concern." His jaw tightened. "Her name is Vivienne Cole. She was... a prior arrangement." He said the last two words like they tasted stale. "She chose not to appear." I nodded slowly. Something told me that wasn't the whole truth but I also didn't have the energy to pull at that thread tonight.

I said through clenched teeth, "and you have no idea what you're talking about." "Don't I?" she swiped through more photos, "I know you bought a girl at an illegal auction five years ago, I know she has rare blood that can cure diseases, I know you've been keeping her in a cryogenic chamber, and I know," she paused, her eyes gleaming, "that your wife looks exactly like her." My throat went dry. "Here's what's going to happen," Valarie stepped closer, her perfume was overwhelming in the small space, "you're going to take me back, we're going to have a secret affair, and in return, I'll keep all these secrets buried."

Blackmailed into wearing another woman's face, Isla Virelli, an elite con artist, agrees to impersonate Celeste Voss, the missing fiancée of Elias Hargrove to save her best friend’s life. She never planned to feel anything. She never planned to stay. But on the day she is supposed to walk down the aisle, Cassian Hargrove kidnaps her from the bridal room and marries her himself, because he can’t lose the woman he loves for a second time. Now trapped in the wrong marriage, Isla is caught between two powerful brothers, a collapsing empire built on lies, and the shocking truth that the real Celeste is her long-lost sister. As buried secrets surface and her false identity is exposed to the