Novel & Cerita The Hidden King's Stolen Wife

“The decoys are prepped. The real twins are safe, as you ordered.” Adrian nodded. “No mistakes. Not tomorrow.” Inside the Trap Unknown to the public, Rita and Adrian had moved to a secret wing of the estate, monitored only by trusted allies. The “wedding suite” presented to guests — complete with a false crib and dummy twin lookalikes — was rigged with hidden cameras, pressure sensors, and even fingerprint readers. The aim? One final chance to expose Sophie — or Linet — or both. But the last piece of bait was yet to be laid: the schedule leak.

It had been enough to make me forget, for a moment, the weight of politics, betrayal, and black beasts. Now, as we neared the massive oak doors of the great hall, his face shifted. The tenderness was still there, yet unseen. It's hidden under the sharp, regal focus of a King. His jaw was set, his shoulders squared, his golden eyes like molten gold scanning every shadow. And Saints help me… my heart still flutters. ‘Not your fault,’ Kira said. ‘It’s that Alpha-King thing he does. I would want him too if he weren’t ours.’ And giggled again, her laughter echoed within me and annoyingly yes, she's right.

I strain against the rope, breathing it in one last time. “I have accomplished your task, Father,” Prince Owen proclaims. “This is Larissa Weatherby, reported to be missing by her husband, Moran, nine days ago. And this,” the prince reaches into the crowd to pull out a scruffy looking man, “is Moran Weatherby, here to confirm this is his wife.” The man, the husband, bows deeply to the king, his eyes full of pain and resolve all at the same time. The king, who was clearly about to unleash some choice words, softens at the sight of his subject. He rises from his seat, the sort of mobile throne I saw during the Hunting Ceremony, and approaches Moran.

“Don’t be smart. You know why I’m calling.” “Let me guess. Leah told you about Aiden.” “She told me you’ve been hiding a child for five years. A George heir that nobody knew about.” “I wasn’t hiding him. I didn’t know he existed.” “And whose fault is that?” “The woman who didn’t tell me she was pregnant.” “Exactly. So why are you letting her back into your life? She kept your son from you. Lied to you. And now you’re what? Playing house?” “It’s not like that.”

Sienna was surprised how the receptionist could change her face so quickly. Her heart was inexplicably a little unpleasant—why was she so unhappy that someone was coveting Grayson! Immediately she explained to herself that she was now his nominal wife. Although the marriage was a fake, the marriage certificate was authentic. If others like that coveted her husband, it was she, the official wife, to be embarrassed! Sienna made a telling-secret look, covering her mouth and whispering, "But he is gay and dislikes women."

Shane leaned triumphantly into Hillary's arms, looking like a cat that had gotten the cream. "Oh, dear, your husband's luck isn't that great, Hil. What now that he's lost? Should we make him bark?" Hillary pinched his cheek indulgently. "Do what needs to be done. He was the one who insisted on gambling. He should learn his lesson." Her gaze shifted to me, and all the tenderness in her eyes vanished, replaced by cold indifference. Shane hooked my watch with his finger and twirled it in the air before whistling at me.

“Well… it’s no secret that Callum was adopted by the current king and queen. They had been under the pressure by the previous rulers to get a child, or they’ll lose their chance to rule. So they, well… adopted a child and claimed he was theirs.” “How come almost no one knows that?” ‘‘That’s because some secrets are classified as confidential for a reason.” “Hm…” “And now, he plans to use your wife to access the throne.” “We got divorced already.” I didn’t know why I felt the need to correct him. But I did. “Did you really?” His question spoke volumes about what he knew. But how could he know something about me that I don’t know? “My wife went missing seven years ago. It was almost like she’d

the tune of the woman's voice was unmannered, and her eyes were burning of anger clenching her fest tight. "Who is this woman,?" the king ask, his voice so hard while showing the picture of the woman and the documents. The woman in front of him was stunned looking at the picture. "Damn asshole, are you the one who abducted my daughter,! where is she,!" the woman out of control suddenly attack the king. "She's your daughter,?" the king ask out of curiosity and held the wrists of the woman. The woman did not speak. "Tell me,! who's the father of this woman,?" the king ask and now his voice soft. "You,! I barely escaped from your hands while carrying your baby,!" Confessing the truth, the tears

Apparently, his marriage was today's entertainment for the courtiers. "Your wife is in need of rescue, Fann!” Harold exclaimed with a wide smile that lead Fann to believe the king's blind cousin felt Fann would find this wonderful news and a grand adventure. Perhaps the entire thing had been staged. The king was always one to create intrigue where none was found. Fann knew the king well enough to hear the sound of it in his voice. Harold however, was not as easy to read, which could be why he was the one delivering the news. Mayhap the king was watching from his secret passage. “To complicate your task," Harold continued, "we know not where she is, nor who has abducted her, nor why, and she

I am going to keep her safe and that’s final. “You should listen to your son” I tell the king again, “I am glad he agreed to tell you today. It has been a hassle trying to keep this secret of his. The man you have been looking for is none other than this bastard son of yours so let my wife be. I will go to find her and I will keep her with myself” “The prophecy clearly says it is a girl”