The Heiress Unexpected Polyandry Novels & Stories

“You’re so….moldable. Helen disguised herself as some other person entirely, gaining access to their mansion so she could kill them off. Her boyfriend had stolen enough of the poor sap’s money so they thought it would be enough to elope… until it wasn’t. That’s why those parties I told you about stopped. All of a sudden, we were on the radio when we heard about a girl. The last living heir of Iris and Mr. Callahan, and an inheritance worth five billion dollars in money, and six billion in assets….for a barely one-year-old baby. Now..” He leans over. “I’m going to give you a chance to guess who her partner was…come on, you can do it. You’ve always been so smart.”

“Some say heiresses, others whisper foreign princes, and now a reverend sister bought it. A full on nun. Believe it or not, the world spins into weirdness real fast.” Ares smiled, amused. “I am still shocked. A nun? In a mansion like that? That would be the Olympics of contradiction.” “Maybe she’s a philanthropist in disguise,” Julian mused. “Or a woman who likes marble,” Ares said. The thought was comic enough that both men allowed themselves a laugh. They were two men raised on certainty, now breeding on intrigue. Whatever bought the mansion would only be more entertaining if it came with contradictions.

Irreconcilable differences. That was all her marriage was worth to him. Three years. A secret courthouse wedding. Three years spent living as a shameful secret because the billionaire Voss dynasty would never accept a woman from her background. Because he was too afraid to choose between her and his world. Three years of eating dinner alone when he worked late, of making his bed every morning because he liked the pillows arranged a certain way, of saying I’m his wife only inside her own head because she had no one else to say it to.

"No waiting. The Order's deadline is crap; we fight it. Remember the clause in your father's will? It mentions 'voluntary union.' Force them to prove coercion invalidates it." His voice was steady, grounding. "As for solutions: Rally the suitors. United front. I'll call Julian and the others. We expose Ma Felicia's forgeries publicly—town hall meeting tomorrow?" "Risky, but maybe. And the hidden heir—Damien, the ledger shows Father had another child. Could be Shay." Silence. "What? That changes everything. If Shay's blood, the marriage... incest? No, wait—not if it's half-sibling or something. We need DNA tests."

she tried to say. But it was too late. “She’s not inheriting anything,” Livia continued, her voice light, almost playful. “Seems like you’ve been dating the wrong sister all along.” Ryan’s face changed. The smile disappeared. “What is she talking about?” he asked, turning sharply to Elara. Elara swallowed. “Ryan, it’s not that simple—” “So it’s true?” he cut in, his voice rising. “You’re not the heir?” People nearby began to look.

Otherwise, don't expect your life after marriage to be anything like you imagine. A few of his friends let out low, knowing laughs. Linda crossed her arms, lifting her chin again. "Well? We don't have all day." I clicked my tongue, then glanced toward the door. "Dave, Julie, if this is really the guy who's inheriting the Wests' empire, you might want a backup plan." Hendrick spun around, his face draining of color. "Mom? Dad? Why are you… Madeline! You set this up again, didn't you? I told you, if you still want into my family, stop pulling this crap!"

And the older they grew, the more thoroughly their mother's words took hold of them: that the fortune now in the hands of their uncle and aunt, Hasim and Ela, was their grandfather's legacy—and that as the eldest son's children, Tengku Imran's blood, it was theirs by right, and would naturally fall to Balkan and Rohima. On the other side of it all, Hasim and Ela, both nearing fifty, went on savoring their life together, childless as they were. It wasn't that Hasim lacked the nerve to marry again. He honored Ela—especially since, just before they died, both of his in-laws had wept and begged him never to leave her, whatever happened.

​Below the names was a handwritten codicil stamped in red ink: ​"In the event of Arthur Harrington's death, full control of the shipping fleet shall revert to the Vance family trust—unless Arthur's true blood heir is legally bound in marriage to a Vance descendant." ​Maya felt the air leave her lungs in a sharp, painful gasp. The peaceful warmth in her chest turned to ice in a fraction of a second. ​She looked up at Julian, her amber eyes wide with sudden, sickening realization. ​"You didn't marry me to protect me from Victor," Maya whispered, her voice trembling as she backed away from him on the bed, pulling the sheet tight around her body. "You married me because if I stayed single, you l

“We will work it out, Mira.” “Will we?” She wondered. “What is this exactly?” She asked the question hesitantly. It had lingered in the background since their night clubbing, but she had not dared to ask it, not wanting to hear the answer if it was not the one that she wanted to hear. “Have you ever heard of polyandry?” He asked, his tone quiet. “No,” she admitted. “It is when one woman and two or more men share a household,” he explained. “You might have heard of polygamists…”

“I’m sure it doesn’t matter to him. But if it matters to you, then let me say you’ll give him a son after the other matter comes to pass.” Alex didn’t say much as it technically has nothing to do with him, but just like the women, his eyes widened at this new prediction. It made him a little exasperated. Can’t she say it all at once? Just when he thought she has said everything, she would add another. “We’ll have another child?” Polly’s excitement returned. She really wanted to have children with her mate. “Hmm. He’ll need an heir, after all.” That sentence evoked a memory from Polly’s mind, though. “He said he didn’t need one.” Then, it came to her. But that’s impossible, though. “He’s not