Novel & Cerita Wed To The Unknown Heir

Rider answered, but Savannah and her brothers were way more eager than everyone else, knowing that such an embarrassing and dangerous event would force their father to try and save face. “Yes. He’s my first son from my previous marriage.” Mr. Rider admitted quietly. His voice was hoarse as he continued, “I recently found out he was my son when I fell ill and reached out to my first wife because I needed a bone marrow donor... only for her to introduce me to the servant that has been working three years in my estate as my child...” “What the fuck?!” Tyler lashed out, hate glowing in his eyes for his father, and when Mr. Rider met his gaze, he tightened his fist and walked away.

Money greedy. This isn’t just money or land. It’s for the true heir, long thought lost. Alexander believed Edwin was the father, but before he died, he learned that the real heir was Edwin’s niece, who had been hidden from her father. The true father vanished after giving up his crown when he learned about his child’s death. Everything rests on these papers. The pack’s future hangs in the balance. I drove sixty, heading for pack territory, nerves coiling in my stomach with each passing minute. I couldn’t wait to tell them.

It was the Brooks family’s 25th anniversary. The house was full of guests. Music played softly, people laughed, and waiters moved through the room with trays. Nina sat at the corner of the ballroom, her glass of wine untouched, her eyes flicking toward the entrance every few seconds. Tonight wasn’t just any celebration—it was her chance to finally introduce Joseph Brown, heir to the prestigious Brown International Conglomerate, to her family. They had been dating for a year and tonight was the night she wanted to take a step ahead of Clara to meet the Brooks family’s other rule: whoever becomes heiress must also prove she can make a strong marriage into a respected family. She hoped Joseph w

"I know about little Matteo. You kept him tucked away, hidden in drafty attics and shadow estates, thinking you were protecting him from me. But a Ricci heir cannot grow up like a stray dog in the valley, hidden while his mother plays tailor." "He isn't your heir," I growled into the receiver, my voice dropping into a low, raspy thread so as not to wake the woman resting in my arms. "And he is nowhere near your reach." A light, musical chuckle drifted through the tiny speaker. It was a sound devoid of genuine warmth—a calculated instrument meant to mock every wall I had built around my family.

“Why?” A wry line carves itself on her face. “Children tend to vanish when they venture too far from home. I would hate for any of you to end up like the lost heirs,” she says, and I think she meant it as a joke because her dreary eyes shine with dark humour, but I also think it was a sincere warning. “The lost… heirs?” I repeat questioningly, hopefully a worthy prompt for an elucidation. A ghoulish glint sparks in Hilda’s dull eyes. “The lost heirs; twins that braved into the woods. Rumours speculate that it was to visit their favourite spot by the lake which they visited religiously, but one day… they never returned.”

Immediately, his face turned dark. “I don’t need you to remind me!” His facial muscles contorted in anger. Seeing Kyle was wavering, Antonette continued to exert herself. “Kyle, if you want to make something better in your life, I can give you a hand, as long as you help me to prove my identity. I guarantee I’ll support you to contend with Brian for the position of heir to the William throne. “Enough with this, it’s all empty promises.” Kyle slowly turned around. Only indifference was left on his face.

“You forget something, Father. You can’t change who the heir is. You already signed a document, under your own hand, saying that I’m the one who inherits everything—no matter what. It’s too late to undo that now.” There was silence on the other end, and I could practically hear the shock in his breath, the realization dawning on him that I knew exactly how he had sealed his own fate. I had waited for this moment. The slip-up, the opportunity to finally make him see that I was always two steps ahead of him. “You… You didn’t,” he finally stammered, the authority in his voice slipping. “You couldn’t have. That document… I should have known…”

Not only was he stinking rich, but he was devilishly handsome and had achieved great things at a young age. Who wouldn’t want him? Serena knew he would always want her but she wanted to explore her options. What if she lost someone better if she settled for Aaron just because he had a silly crush on her? Besides, at that time, it wasn’t known who would be the heir of the Wentworth group. It was a debate between Aaron’s elder sister and himself. How could Serena possibly know that Celia Wentworth would fall in love with a foreigner and leave the country, thereby leaving Aaron as the only heir?

I clench my fists. “I am who I say I am,” I snap. “And yes, I love him. We didn’t need time to decide.” His eyes flicker. “So you know everything about him then?” “Of course,” I lie. My voice comes out stronger than I feel. Reed laughs quietly, but it’s humorless. “Then tell me this, cousin’s wife…” He leans in, his breath cold at my ear. “Do you know about the heir?” My breath catches. “What heir?”

“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.”