Novels by Heritage

The ride back home was painfully quiet. I sat beside Alexander, staring outside the window as the darkness blurred past. But my thoughts remained trapped inside that study. Be careful who you trust in this house. The warning echoed over and over in my head. The strange past wasn’t the threat. It was the certainty in his grandfather’s voice. He didn’t sound concerned. He sounded sure. Sure that someone around us couldn’t be trusted. And somehow, I knew he wasn’t talking about Venessa. Vanessa was obvious. People like Venessa didn’t hide their intentions. No. This felt different. More dangerous. Suddenly, the car stopped. Alexander stepped out. As usual, he offered his hand to help me. I hesitated for a second before accepting it. His fingers wrapped around mine briefly. Warm. Steady. For some reasons I couldn’t explain, that made my heart flutter. The moment we entered the mansion, the staff lowered their heads respectfully. Everything looked normal. Yet I cou

“The most powerful an in the King family wants to see you.” Alexander’s words echoed in my mind the entire ride home.Neither of us spoke again after leaving the party.But the silence between us felt different this time.More serious.I glanced at him briefly.His expression remained unreadable as usual, but something about him seemed… tense.And if Alexander King looked tense-Then whoever we were about to meet was truly important.The car finally stopped in front of the mansion.Before I could open the door myself, Alexander spoke.“My grandfather doesn’t like surprises.”I frowned slightly. “And I’m the surprise?”“Yes.”Straightforward.Typical.I exhaled slowly, trying to calm my nerves.“What exactly does he know about me?”“Very little.”That somehow made it worse.Alexander stepped out first before coming around to my side.“Stay close to me,” he said quietly.The seriousness in his voice made my stomach tighten.Inside the mansion, the atmosphere felt completely different f

Silence. Heavy. Sharp. Daniel stared at me as if he no longer knew the woman standing in front of him. And honestly? Maybe he didn’t. Because the girl who once begged for his attention no longer existed. “You’ve changed,” he said finally, his voice colder now. His jaw tightened. Around us, whispers continued quietly, people pretending not to watch while clearly listening to every word. Daniel stepped closer. “Do you really think this marriage is real?” he asked quietly. “You’re just a replacement.” The words hit harder than I expected. Replacement. Before I could respond- “She’s my wife.” Alexander’s calm voice cut through the tension instantly. I looked up. He had moved beside me without me even noticing. One hand slipped into his pocket while the other rested lightly against my back. Possessive. Protective. Dangerously convincing. Daniel laughed bitterly. “You expect me to believe you actually care about her?” Alexander’s expression didn’t change. “What I

“Get ready.” I looked up from where I sat, still trying to process what had happened in the last few hours. Alexander stood by the door, already dressed in a black suit. “Ready for what?” I asked. “A dinner,” he replied. “You’ll be attending with me.” My chest tightened slightly. “So soon?” His gaze flicked to me briefly. “You’re my wife now. People will expect to see you.” Right. Of course. This wasn’t just a marriage. It was a performance. “Someone will help you prepare,” he added before turning to leave. “Don’t be late.” The door closed behind him, leaving silence in its wake. Minutes later, two maids entered, carrying dresses and accessories. “Madam, please one of them,” she said gently. I stood, letting them guide me. If this was my new life- Then I had to learn how to survive it. An hour later, I barely recognized myself. The woman in the mirror looked… different. Elegant. Confident. Like she belonged in Alexander’s world. But

“This is your life now.” Alexander’s words echoed in my mind as I stepped fully into the mansion. Everything was… overwhelming. The high ceilings. The polished floors. The quiet elegance that screamed money and power. I felt out of place. Like I didn’t belong here. “Madam, this way,” a maid said respectfully, gesturing for me to follow. Madam. The word still felt strange. I glanced at Alexander, he but he was already walking ahead, his attention elsewhere-as if I was no longer his concern. So that was it. In public, I was his wife. But here? I was just… part of the arrangement. I followed the maid up the grand staircase, my heels echoing softly with each step. “Your room has been prepared,” she said. Your room. Not our room. That didn’t go unnoticed. The door opened to a beautiful space-larger than anything I had ever seen before. But before I could take it all in- A sharp voice cut through the air. “So it’s true.” I froze. Slowly, I turned. A woman sto

“Do you take this man as your husband?” The priest’s voice echoed in my ears, but everything felt distant… unreal. I turned slightly, my gaze meeting Alexander’s. His expression didn’t change. Calm. Certain. As if this was just another decision in his life. “I do,” I heard myself say. The words felt heavy the moment they lift my lips. “And do you, Alexander King, take this woman-“ “I do.” He didn’t hesitate, not even for a second. The Priest nodded quickly, clearly overwhelmed by everything that had just happened. “Then… I now pronounce you husband and wife.” A wave of murmur swept through the hall. Shock. Disbelief. Confusion. But no one dared to object. “Y-you may…” the priest stammered, “…kiss the bride.” My breath caught, Alexander didn’t move immediately. For a second, I thought he would ignore it. But then- He stepped closer. One hand gently lifted my chin. My heart pounded wildly. This was crazy. Everything about th