His Mistress Demands My Crown,But I Won't Kneel — Novel

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In a world where titles and bloodlines dictate fate, a young noblewoman faces an unprecedented threat. After years of marriage without a child, she returns to the capital only to be confronted by a desperate mistress, claiming to carry the heir's child. Celeste, with her delicate beauty and vulnerable facade, invokes sympathy from the crowd as she pleads for a place within the Gilbert household. But is her pregnancy a blessing or a curse?

As whispers of scandal swirl around the heir's wife, the stakes rise. Will she allow this woman and her child to enter the gates, risking her own position, or will she fight to protect her place in a world that sees her as less than enough? The tension between these two women crackles in the air, a fierce battle of wills that could alter their lives forever.

Caught in a web of jealousy, duty, and unexpected alliances, the heir's wife must navigate a court filled with intrigue and betrayal. Can she defend her crown without kneeling to those who seek to usurp her? In this tale of ambition and rivalry, every choice could lead to triumph or tragedy.

His Mistress Demands My Crown,But I Won't KneelChapter 1

I returned to the capital with the Dowager Queen after a pilgrimage to Greystone Abbey.

My carriage was blocked halfway by a delicate-looking woman with a swollen belly.

"I beg the heir's wife to grant me and my child a place to stay. I ask for no title, but the baby in my womb is the heir's own flesh and blood. He cannot be left out in the cold."

The heir to the Gilbert marquisate had been married three years without producing an heir of his own. And now, out of nowhere, someone claimed to be carrying his child.

The woman trembled as though she might collapse at any moment, the very picture of helplessness.

"The heir is away from the capital. If his wife mistreats us, if she lets his own flesh and blood be cast aside, does she not fear he'll come home and divorce her?"

Divorce me? This woman was clever, I'd give her that. But she'd gotten one thing wrong.

I was not someone the heir to the Gilbert marquisate could divorce.

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"Please, I beg the heir's wife to show mercy. Save me."

My carriage had been stopped in the middle of the road. The woman's wailing outside shattered the quiet rest I'd been trying to take.