The Heir Son

Marrying My Runaway Groom's Powerful Father

Temple Madison

I was sitting in the Presidential Suite of The Pierre, wearing a Vera Wang gown worth more than most people earn in a decade. It was supposed to be the wedding of the century, the final move to merge two of Manhattan's most powerful empires. Then my phone buzzed. It was an Instagram Story from my fiancé, Jameson. He was at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris with a caption that read: "Fuck the chains. Chasing freedom." He hadn't just gotten cold feet; he had abandoned me at the altar to run across the world. My father didn't come in to comfort me. He burst through the door roaring about a lost acquisition deal, telling me the Holland Group would strip our family for parts if the ceremony didn't happen by noon. My stepmother wailed about us becoming the laughingstock of the Upper East Side. The Holland PR director even suggested I fake a "panic attack" to make myself look weak and sympathetic to save their stock price. Then Jameson’s sleazy cousin, Pierce, walked in with a lopsided grin, offering to "step in" and marry me just to get his hands on my assets. I looked at them and realized I wasn't a daughter or a bride to anyone in that room. I was a failed asset, a bouncing check, a girl whose own father told her to go to Paris and "beg" the man who had just publicly humiliated her. The girl who wanted to be loved died in that mirror. I realized that if I was going to be sold to save a merger, I was going to sell myself to the one who actually controlled the money. I marched past my parents and walked straight into the VIP holding room. I looked the most powerful man in the room—Jameson’s cold, ruthless uncle, Fletcher Holland—dead in the eye and threw the iPad on the table. "Jameson is gone," I said, my voice as hard as stone. "Marry me instead."

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"Push harder..... The head is out already just a little more" the doctor said to queen Amanda who screamed and finally the baby came out.

The cry of a baby could be heard in the room.

She was so eager to know the sex of the baby and she asked the nurse.

"What did I give birth to" she asked curiously and the nurse knowing what she meant replied her

"A bouncy baby girl, her majesty, She's so cute and...."

"Enough!" The queen said and asked her to take the baby away from her, knowing the kind of person the queen was she took the baby out of the room to nurse her.

Oh God!! Why me

Why can't I give birth to a male child, huh?

What's wrong with me.....if not for the love the king had for her he would had married another wife

She kept thinking and without wasting time, she fell asleep

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The king just came back from a royal meeting and was tired, he went straight to his room and sat down on his bed.

He heard a knock and he muttered a faint "come in", he pulled his suit jacket and throw it on the bed

" Good day father " princess Bella greeted him with a smile and he nodded in response

"What brings you here ella" he asked as he pulled his shoe

"Dad am Bella not Ella" she said and that was when it dawned on him that he had mistook her for Daniella

"Well it's same thing Darling...consider the " B" removed, Is it not Ella? " he said in a funny tone and she laughed.

Well the king is also funny and he isn't that strict.. And the people loved him for that

"Well I came to inform you that mom has put to bed" she said happily and the king also smiled

"What is the sex" he asked as he flipped his leg into the slipper in front of him

"A baby girl dad" she said and the king countenance changed and when he saw that she noticed he then faked a smile.

"I will go see her" he said and Bella bowed before leaving the room

DAYS LATER

It was finally the day the baby would be named, everyone dressed in a red gown except the men who were dressed in black suit with red tie including the king.

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