The Queen's Heir Princess Bride Novels & Stories

As the days went by, the people of Australia and worldwide observers waited with bated breath for the announcement of the chosen bride. The highborn young ladies who had applied were all anxious and nervous, hoping that they had what it takes to win the heart of the king and become the queen. Things were getting heated on the internet as the D-Day for the announcement of the chosen queen, February 21st drew closer. As Catherine scrolled through her social media feed, she noticed something peculiar. A lot of young ladies, who had applied to be the queen, were posting their profiles and pictures from the Royal Seal website for all to see on their social media accounts.

she said much to the surprise of everyone. “Thank you,” Fareeda said quietly. That was the first time the Queen had commented on her looks. And so the celebration continued but Queen Habiba would return with her quest for revenge in The Prince’s Bride.

Max crouched down, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and forced her to look up at him. "It was… It was your brother! Titus told me everything! Once you were gone, he'd be the only heir to the Buckleys! Then we'd have your child… You're twins anyway, so your son would look like him… It'd be the same as his own…" The second she got scared, she spilled everything. Max smiled. In the dark, it looked especially chilling. "I can spare you, but you have to do one thing for me." "Anything!" Fiona said immediately. "As long as I don't die, I'll do anything!"

I let go of her neck, red angry mark forms but soon clears off immediately as she heals. I move back to my seat but she doesn’t move, I ignore her and go back to my work. “Is she that important to you that you would actually lay your hands on me.” I don’t reply. It was useless to reply to Selene, she was offered to me by her father who is a council member. That was after I first lost my mate. He said he didn’t want me to be alone but I know his aim was to make her queen so he would join the royal court.

They're drinking wine and laughing at the idiot male supporting character. [This poor stand-in bride only got paid a hundred bucks to take the fall. Later she's going to get humiliated in public by the male lead.] [You newbies don't know, huh? This 'stand-in' is actually Haylee Kenton, the biggest hidden boss in the entire novel! The invisible richest woman in Kingsport!] [She's secretly loved Tony for ten whole years. In the extra chapters, after his death, she wipes out the entire Moore family to avenge him. Absolute love-struck war goddess.]

Thinking I was kept in the dark, Lana breathed a sigh of relief and said happily, "That's good. Take good care of the wedding arrangements. After the baby is born, I'll hand over the company to you and be a housewife." I did not respond but silently opened the wedding invitation, looked at the name on it, and sneered. She had no idea that I already had someone else as the bride, although the wedding was proceeding as planned. The bride's name on the invitation was not Lana Piller. It was Mabel Dawson, my childhood sweetheart. Lana always thought I had no other choice but her, which was why she always acted so superior, thinking she had me completely under her thumb. However, little did she k

That's where the engagement was supposed to happen. It was still happening, with the same groom, but a different bride, who happened to share the same surname with the one replaced, but, whose name carried more weight, more honour, Seris Quinn, the real princess of the Quinn family, their pride and jewellery. Because, she was wild enough, and her status fitted perfectly with that of the Knight's family's young master.. As for the adopted case? she was clearly not worth it. Didn't belong to their world. At the thought of Tavian's earlier words, more tears clouded my vision, the elevator was moving, my heart was racing, and so were my thoughts.

A faint blush colored her fair skin, making the moment even more unforgettable. For years, the memory remained frozen in his mind. He had wanted to approach her. He had wanted to ask her name. Unfortunately, before he could gather the courage, the Queen had called her away. That was when Carlisle realized who she was. The princess. The future heir of the kingdom. The memory felt strangely distant now. Looking down at the exhausted woman in his arms, it was difficult to reconcile the two images. The lively girl from the garden and the broken woman he had rescued seemed like entirely different people.

The best man moved to help Ethan out of the car, and Maya stared at the mansion in awe, still trying to process it all. “You’re going to keep staring at it, or you’re going to go in?” Ethan’s deep voice said. He was already rolling forward. Maya swallowed hard and began following behind him. She didn’t have a single bag of luggage like a normal bride would. This wasn’t a usual wedding. She wasn’t a usual bride. She was a hidden, replacement bride.