The Heir's Secret Bride

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'Help! How on earth can my boy sing so badly? How does he manage to miss every single note? It's ridiculous. Even the princess would want to end it all after hearing this!' Macve thought, completely dumbfounded.

Will, who was lying flat on the floor pretending to be killed, could barely contain his laughter, his mouth twitching uncontrollably. He thought to himself, "Theo clearly has no clue how bad he sounds. But his confidence is through the roof. It's painful to listen being so close to him.

The play finally came to an end with Theo, the prince, confidently belting out his off-key rendition, making everyone chuckle. At Islaton Private International Kindergarten, it was a tradition to record the performances and share the videos on the school's social media page. This time was no exception. However, no one expected Theo's "unique" singing performance to take the video viral.

The audience couldn't stop commenting on Will's role as the mischievous witch, mistaking him for a girl. One comment even read. [He would've been perfect as the princess!]

Meanwhile, Theo's innocent, baby-faced appearance fooled everyone, but once he started singing, people quickly realized this adorable little boy was anything but a musical prodigy. Most of the feedback was lighthearted and teasing.

"It's time for your medication."

In a cozy villa, a woman walked up behind a man in a wheelchair, holding a tray with his medication. When she heard the strange, screeching voice coming from his iPad, she nearly dropped the tray. "What are you listening to?" Her voice trembled. The man remained silent, his head lowered.

The woman walked around to face the man, only to realize he had fallen asleep. Ever since he'd developed insomnia, was rare for him to sleep during the day.

Curious, she glanced at the screen. The boy singing in the video was admittedly cute, but his voice was lethal. Yet, somehow, the man had dozed off to this bizarre tune. 'How could this be? Do I have a bad taste so that I can't tell that this kid's voice somehow calming? Or... abandoned heartlessly by his lover, he finally starts to lose it.' the woman wondered.

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After the play, Jaylen left early as he had to take his medication, so Maeve decided to walk around the school with Theo and Will. She didn't go with Byron because their relationship was still a bit complicated. If anyone asked about them, it would be hard to explain. Byron did once joke about being her "secret lover," and now it seemed truer than ever.

After a leisurely stroll, they returned to the car. Byron was on the phone, holding a document, his brows furrowed in concentration. He exuded an air of authority that made people think twice about disturbing him. But as soon as he Maeve approach, his intense expression softened.

Unable to resist, Maeve pulled out her camera and snapped a quick photo of him.

up and beckoned

saw

one picture, are you?" Maeve asked skeptically, moving closer, only to be pulled into his arms,

in the back seat immediately chimed in with a

flushed as she tried

Byron's arms remained around her, refusing to let go. "Go

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him a look, surprised. After realizing he wasn't joking, an incredulous feeling surged within her. When

picture with him. Later, she learned he didn't like being

had been a small disappointment, she accepted it. Yet, here he was now,

something about Byron seemed different lately. She couldn't quite place it, but when she looked into his eyes, she felt like nothing had changed at all. Suppressing the flutter in her chest, she quickly snapped a few more

a moment but

on either side of Maeve. They had been running around

their heads, Byron asked out of the blue, "What's the deal with this

to see him staring at Theo. Realizing it was time to be honest,

seemed to ponder that. "So why does Theo say he doesn't have a

lowered. "They divorced before he was born. He's been with his

"What caused the divorce?"

left between them. Plus, there

expression hard to read. Maeve, preoccupied with how to tell him the

gently in their

gaze fixed on her. "You seem like you've got something to say." He had sensed it in the car-the hesitation, the unease. It was clear she was wrestling with something important, something