The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 453

Tom's eyes narrowed. "Is that a threat?"

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"Me? Threatening you? Never," Henry said with a shameless grin his fake humility almost laughable. "Aren't you and my daughter good friends, Your Highness? With your influence, getting me out of here should be a piece of cake. "And hey, I'll even throw in my blessing for you to marry Maeve just send me a little cash and ship me off somewhere nice

The sheer audacity of Henry's words laid his true nature bare-greedy and vile.

Tom's sharp, glass-gray eyes turned icy. Human rights? Basic decency? Henry had clearly missed the memo. Tom couldn't help but think, 'Who does this man think he is, saying something like that? Before he could respond, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He shot Henry a sharp look before stepping away to answer. When he saw it was from the hospital, his chest tightened. 'Here we go. Keeping his voice low, he asked, "Are the results in?"

The director's voice practically crackled with excitement. "Yes, Your Highness. It's unbelievable-the test confirms Ms. Reese is the biological daughter of Princess Wren. This is astonishing!" Tom froze. 'Maeve... royalty?'

The words echoed in his mind like a thunderclap. Maeve wasn't just anyone-she was the rightful princess of the royal family, leagues above Fiora, who had already lost her title. Relief surged through him, but his throat felt dry, and a faint ringing in his ears muddled his thoughts. He needed to be absolutely sure. "You're positive? No chance of a mistake?"

"I swear on the honor granted to me by Her Majesty the Queen, there's no error, Your Highness," the director assured him, firm and resolute.

Tom felt like fireworks were exploding in his chest, lighting up the entire room-even though the ceiling was the only thing in sight. He could barely keep himself from throwing his arms in the air and shouting with joy. Instead, he began pacing, his mind buzzing, his heart hammering. He needed to pull himself together, but the excitement made it nearly impossible.

Tom exhaled slowly, keeping his voice calm and firm. "Seal the results. Nobody touches them. I'll pick them up myself."

"Understood, Your Highness!"

Ending the call, Tom allowed himself a brief smile. Relief washed over him, but the feeling was short-lived. There was still

in emotions. too much to handle, and now wasn't the time to get caught up

lounging smugly like he had all the power in the world. The sight made Tom's

win-win! My daughter is a rare gem-looks, figure,

flying, slamming Henry into the wall. The man crumpled to the floor, blood spewing from his mouth as his

his expression ice-cold.

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him to Blacktomb Prison. Hand him over to the warden in District One.

Blacktom Prison was

worst of the worst.

internally, 'Didn't they say Tom was close to my daughter?

spare him another glance. Whatever secrets Henry was hiding, the warden would drag them out soon

care of, Tom shifted his focus. Suppressing the urge to rush to his niece, he methodically arranged police for a full

was proving-publicly and indisputably-that Henry was not her real father. Tom wanted to be the one to restore her name, to wipe away the stigma she had

ago, has been arrested. During the investigation, we uncovered something shocking:

hours, shares and likes hit over a million, but it wasn't

royal designer who had created half of the Queen's public

into privilege. Becoming a royal designer without connections or a powerful background

many, Maeve was a symbol of hope-a white rose blooming in barren soil. She inspired

fashion designer and a living legend, shared the video. Mandysha understood struggles like Maeve's better than

inspiring. She had grown up in poverty, with a father sentenced to death for

collecting scraps and working nonstop

headed. If all you see in Maeve is her past, you're missing the point entirely. But don't worry-people like you usually don't realize how blind and small-minded you are.] Mandysha's words hit like a thunderclap, as sharp as they

emojis and joking about how they wished they could borrow her bluntness to roast people in their