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And Roxy did what she said while smiling eagerly. "Let time tell him—" "That your womb carries the Lopez heir? It's the same if you tell him now. There is nothing to lose; if he doesn't want the child, then it's only yours. What if he wants the child? And that time, you and Ethan will get back together because of the child and be a happy family—" "Why are you insisting on the impossible? What if, you and that Marcus who made the Happy Ending story you're talking about? You know, maybe the Happy Ending Love Story you imagined for me and my child's father will come to you."

But the clauses below it were what made her breathing slow down and become deliberate. *In the event of Elias Rhodes predeceasing the testator, or dying without direct issue within ten years of inheritance, all assets shall pass to any proven biological heir of the extended Rhodes line, including but not limited to any heir not previously publicly acknowledged.* She read that sentence three times. Below it, in a separate addendum dated two years later, in her mother's solicitor's hand: *Liora Adaeze Rhodes, born* and then her birth date, and the name of the hospital, and a DNA verification reference number attached as an exhibit.

I drag a hand through my hair. "She's out there..." I swallow hard. "Alone." "And she's carrying my child." River studies me for a long moment before answering. "You're right." She doesn't try to dismiss my fears. She never does. "But we also know Rowan." I nod silently. "Nobody has a stronger will to survive than she does." A faint smile crosses River's face. "She's always been impossible." Despite everything, I find myself smiling too. Impossible. That was Rowan.

The perfect illusion. The perfect false heiress.

Her reflection in the window looked unrecognizable: soot‑stained, hair pinned back in functional defiance, eyes that hadn’t truly slept. “Welcome home,” Adrian said from across the aisle. “If home still applies.” She exhaled through half a smile. “Home is just geography before the first headline hits.” Luca powered up his portable rig, still drowsy from the sedatives but alert when screens cascaded awake. “Public feeds already spinning,” he said. “They’re calling you ‘the crowning heir returning with ashes.’ Poetic nonsense.” “Poetic is deadly before breakfast,” Adrian muttered, scanning the perimeter.

He answered formally. "Last question. Sir. Is it true that the Villa Forca Empire have a new heir now?" Achetbir look at the camera and sparingly smiled. "Yes, my partner just gave birth to our son and I am shamelessly asking for your prayers for his health," he answered. I even heard murmurs on the background, maybe talking about the bomb that he just dropped. "No more questions?" Achetbir asked to them. "Sir can we find out why you are not with your partner right now? Postscript question by a male reporter.

He couldn't do anything because it was clear that Aditya was the rightful heir to the company. "Well, ma'am, please introduce the young master to us," asked Mr. Andi. Mrs. Sandra turned to Mr. Yosef, but he shook his head. 'Aditya still hasn't come; could he be backing out? Could he have left me and his father?" thought Mrs. Sandra. "Is there a problem, ma'am?" Asked Mr. Abraham. "Yes, my son has not come, or maybe he is not ready to accept this burden." Mrs. Sandra replied with a look of sadness on her face.

Another wealthy businessman raises an eyebrow, "That would be quite the scandal, wouldn't it? A female heir with the same ruthlessness as the riches Chinese trillionaire, Chairman Hao." The atmosphere buzzes with intrigue as the high society members speculated on Sarah's intentions and whether she aims to wield her newfound influence in a way that could rival her grandfather's legacy. As Sarah's presence at her grandfather's wake made headlines, articles online began to resurface, each one painting a picture of the enigmatic heiress in their own way. The titles of these articles were overwhelmingly favorable, portraying her as a brilliant, wise, and even ruthless female heir, often likening

he asked withdrawing his hand while still smiling, his eyes calm as well as his posture, but with a rumbling, unsure heart "Years of bad intentions are not forgotten my dear, but we are so in need of each other, that I am to cross the sea and marry the heir to the throne of Craenia." "One word Axe, just one and I will help you disappear from the earth, there will be no alpha, beta or omega that can find you, just say it" the omega denied giving an almost imperceptible and one can say shy laugh, he took a deep breath and looked at the sea closing his eyes, soaking in the wind blowing all over the harbor, the saltpeter, the sound of the waves, the sun warming his skin "Axe, please."

“And now you know you’re the heir of the Ambroise family.” What did he just say? I’ll be living in this unknown place starting today? And the heir of the Ambroise family? I disagree. I can’t just leave my comfort zone just like that. You can’t just leave me this responsibility. “I don’t agree with this,” I argued with my father, but he didn’t care. “You have to listen to me this time,” my father calmly told me, which took me back. His eyes were begging as if there wasn’t tomorrow. “It’s for your protection. Please listen to my selfish request.”