The Fabricated Heir

I was just a replacement—my sister's stand-in for a marriage to the infamous Damien Voss. But the cold-blooded heir I expected isn't who he seems. Behind his gentle smile lies a web of lies so deep it threatens us both. Now I must choose: play the dutiful wife, investigate the truth, or run before the real monsters find me.

The Fabricated Heir

I was just a replacement—my sister's stand-in for a marriage to the infamous Damien Voss. But the cold-blooded heir I expected isn't who he seems. Behind his gentle smile lies a web of lies so deep it threatens us both. Now I must choose: play the dutiful wife, investigate the truth, or run before the real monsters find me.

The wedding band feels like a shackle as Damien leads me through the vaulted corridors of Blackthorn Hall. I brace for the cruel grip I've heard about in whispers—how he broke his last fiancée's wrist during a waltz. But his hand barely presses my waist, his breath warm against my ear as he murmurs, 'The roses in your hair... my mother's favorite.' When I dare meet his eyes, I find not the reptilian stare from society pages, but something startlingly human. Later, alone in our chambers, I discover the truth behind his consideration—a hidden panel in his dressing room reveals vials of medicine and newspaper clippings about a long-dead heir. The dates don't match. The grandfather clock strikes midnight as I hear footsteps approaching. Do I confront him, search for more proof, or pretend I never saw anything?