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

turned back to Henry, who was still lounging smugly like he had all the power in the world. The sight made

"This is a win-win! My daughter is a rare gem-looks, figure, the whole package. You'd be getting a great

Tom sent the table flying, slamming Henry into the wall. The man crumpled to the floor, blood

his expression ice-cold. "You dare call

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for an answer, Tom turned to his bodyguards, stone clipped and sharp. "Send him to Blacktomb Prison. Hand him over to the warden in District One. Use whatever means necessary-just

knew all too well what Blacktom Prison was a hellish place in Erancia, reserved for

worst of the worst.

was close to my daughter? Then why the hell

Henry was hiding, the warden would

rush to his niece, he

real father. Tom wanted to be the one to restore her name, to wipe away the stigma she had carried

York, the criminal behind the notorious jewelry heist from over 20 years ago, has been arrested. During the investigation, we uncovered something shocking: Henry

over a million, but it wasn't just because of Tom's

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

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

barren

shared the video. Mandysha

was raw and inspiring. She had grown up in poverty, with a father sentenced to death

and working nonstop to provide for

Mandysha wrote, [Where you come from doesn't define where you're 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

adding laughing emojis and joking about how they wished they could borrow her