While She Wore My Crown I Left With His Heir Novels & Stories

My twin sister Celeste and I shared the same face, but little else. She believed in forgiveness. I believed anyone who hurt her should pay. Three years ago, Celeste was set to marry Adrien, Crown Prince of Valeria. But an old succession law forbade identical twins from both retaining legal identities once one entered the royal bloodline. So I chose my sister. My parents staged my death, erased Cassandra Montclair from public records, and promised to protect Celeste after I disappeared. I left her my fortune and the Crescent Guard, then vanished to the northern border. I believed my death had bought her safety. Then our dormant twin bond suddenly returned—and pain told me Celeste was being to

The Queen had turned him against his real mate, which was my mum. DING! His crown fell down from his head from the position he currently was. Still outstretching his bloodied hands towards the crown, he placed his hands on it to possess it back. I exhaled at the fact that he wasn’t giving up, walking to stop his wrists with my black Armani shoes. “Atta father, don’t sweat it. It’s mine now.” said me. “The crown is mine.”

If he thought I was going down without a fight, he was definitely joking. A moment passed then he turned to Maria and asked her the same thing. She happily answered positively and everyone clapped. Maria’s eyes glinted with victory as my mother stepped forth with the crown in her hands. Hunter snarled angrily within me and my fist curled into a ball to contain the rage. This crown belonged to my mate. To my Little Moon. To my Elristeya. No one else but her! Anger streamed through my veins as I caught sight of the satisfactory and proud smile on her face.

"Miss Levi, isn't the dress you're wearing is one of Group Ma's products that will be launching on the market next month? Why are you claiming that the dress is from abroad and there is only one in the world. Young Master Gabrielle must be very angry. if you know this!" Ares smirked in satisfaction seeing this arrogant woman's face turn red with embarrassment. He walked away from there while taking this little maid who was standing in shock after hearing his words just now.

she said. "Yup," I replied. "She's an heiress. And it turned out that she looks exactly like me." "Omigosh, really?" she exclaimed with wide eyes. "Yeah…" I said. "One thing led to another, and now I have to be Isabella Domitia while she runs off to happily ever after with her boyfriend." 'Actually, I doubt it's going to be happily ever after,' I thought, thinking of how untrustworthy Elijah was. "But that's where it gets crazy," I added.

Because even after everything—after surviving the first and second trials, after facing the spirits, after nearly being torn apart—they still didn’t want the world to know I existed. My breath hitched as Elder Vane rose, in his hands was a small crown. The Crown of the Lost Heiress. I recognised it from all the history Ronan had made me look into. It wasn’t large or flashy, just a simple circlet of silver, embedded with a single moonstone. It was a symbol of what I was, the last surviving Moonborn heir. But not yet the blessed of the Goddess. It was like a compensation, half the title. “Aria Valenhart,” Vane began, his voice carrying across the room, “you have proven your tenacity, your stre

he teased. Sienna laughed. “No. Another Monroe & Lancaster legacy. Built on love, not power.” As they stood there, surrounded by everything they’d fought for, Damien knew that their story wasn’t about escaping the Lancaster name. It was about creating something far greater. A future worth fighting for. The End. Congratulations! Married to the Heir has officially reached its final chapter.

The silver crown encrusted with diamonds and black gems. “No,” I murmur, tears leaking down the corners of my eyes and trickling to my hairline. “Please. I don’t want to do this. I can’t do this. Please let me go. I have a child. That’s not my crown. It can never be mine.” “Maybe not now.” Deimos looks at the crown and sets it down on the table before picking the book up. “But after this, you will be my Queen, and everything will be yours.”

"But now there are two heiresses—Ms. Crone and Ms. Larson. Who will wear the Aetheris Crown?" The black-clad bodyguard presented the crown before Horace and Brittany. Jessica's eyes shone brightly. Since she was the Larson family's heiress, she was confident that the crown belonged to her. Wendy couldn't possibly compete with her!

Soon enough, the girl handed the exquisite, fitted silver mermaid dress to her and just as Loki proceeded to walk towards the dressing room, Kylo's words stopped her on her tracks. "I apologize for disappointing you, my lady. However, I've long been in your business since the first time we met. And I don't plan to stop now. I can't, as it is already too late." 'What does he mean by 'he can't'? And how is it too late?' Turning on her heels, Loki stared at this man in wonder, feeling utterly speechless and curious as she watched him smiled back at her. Kylo covered the distance between them and gently nudged her to the dressing room. "Go on, get changed. The chairman is waiting." He smiled at