Abandoned Heir You Bet On The Wrong Horse Novels & Stories

you are treasured moments. Your touch may not bring tingles, but it brings so much more pleasure. I can never make up for what you have endured, my beloved. But I hope you know that while Abby gets my touch more than you, she never has once possessed my heart. Not even for a second, my darling. I hope she and the bastard she claims is my son are not here today. They have no place. You are my marked mate. Our children are my heirs. Victor is the only proof I ever let my guard down around Abby. No matter what they see in public, you are my only lover in private. I love you forever, always. Until you join me again. Abby, if you are sitting here. I hope you know had I not been forced to be with

Aslan was reday to beat the shit out of Derek. “Ummm, I am sorry. I didn’t know that. I don’t bet people everyday after all. I didn’t buy the chips.” He stroked his chin as if contemplating something and then smiled. “I bet Lily. She is my only possession tonight.” He looked at Lily and took in her lips. “Derek.” Ian, Elle, and Elena screamed.

I knew that was a low blow, and it triggered my father to make exactly the threat that I had been expecting from him since before I came back: “THE HEIR OF THIS PACK WILL NOT BE BORN OUT OF WEDLOCK. I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO FORCE THE RIGHTFUL HEIR OF THIS PACK TO GO THROUGH THE ALPHA CHALLENGES JUST TO TAKE WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY THEIRS. You either marry Sheila, or I will turn the pack over to Nick. Period, end of discussion.” I was about to tell my father to go ahead and name Nick his heir, when Joey suddenly spoke up. “Sheila’s pup is not the heir. My… my cousin Mary Beth is carrying James’ pup too. Mary Beth is already showing, so I think she is further along than Sheila, which would make

“More than the Hartley family and Starlight Entertainment combined.” “So the final decision belongs to them.” Bella felt like she had just survived a roller coaster. “I thought the only sponsors were the Hartley family and Starlight,” she said. “Where did this new sponsor come from?” “A last-minute investor,” Phil replied mysteriously. “You’ll find out soon.” Bella squealed and threw herself onto the bed. “Yes!” “Thank you God!” Then suddenly she froze. “Mr. Sterling… Alex?” She scrambled to find the card he had given her and quickly dialed the number.

The notary's finger hovered above the keyboard for a moment. "Mrs. Fuzio." He adjusted his glasses, not daring to look straight at me. "The heir next in line needs to be present to confirm his intentions." I was confused. Christian Fuzio was an only child. His parents passed away ten years ago. We were married for 20 years with no children. "What did you say?" Before the notary could reply, the doors opened. When the boy walked in, I didn't even react. That was, until I saw his face.

All of it started to align in ways I didn’t want. The old woman stepped forward again. Her voice shook slightly now. “There is one final entry.” Caspian hesitated. Then read it. Slowly. Carefully. “As of the latest update…” He paused. His eyes narrowed. Then finished. “…the heir condition is stable.” My breath stopped. Stable. I didn’t even know what that meant anymore. Then Caspian turned the page fully. And the final line appeared. A warning. Written in heavier ink. Different hand.

She was very still, her hand resting near the documents. "I'm removing myself from Voss Enterprises," he said. "Board position. Title. Everything. I'm filing the documentation this week—Eli named as my heir, the inheritance restructured around him rather than the company, my father's standing in any legal matter involving Eli removed at the source." She looked at the gold stripe on the floor, watching it move its slow, inevitable progress across the wooden boards. "Damien—"

“But I was wrong. You’re still the same as before. And I’ve always feared making you my heiress since I started seeing this side of you, a character that looks down on people beneath your class, that enjoys hating on others for no good reason, and when you notice that someone isn’t of use to you. You treat them like dogs. That’s not the character of an heiress to my company.” His voice was calm but stern, each word landing like a blow. “I’m sorry for the sudden change,” he finished, “but that’s how it’s going to be. After Larry’s burial, I’ll announce Anna to the world as my biological daughter and the heiress to Quinn Enterprises, and that’s final.”

After finding out that I'm the illegitimate daughter of the richest man in town, Frank Gibson, I excitedly rush over to meet my biological father. But the moment I arrive at his mansion, I discover that 98 other illegitimate daughters are already lined up to claim him as their father. It turns out Frank's only son has died, and he now needs an heir for his trillion-dollar fortune. So, he gathers all his illegitimate daughters and plans to choose the strongest candidate through a competition. I know I don't stand a chance against the others. Just as I hang my head in disappointment and prepare to leave, a line of text suddenly appears before my eyes. "Don't go, darling! It's your mom. I

“Look at me!” Damien’s gaze snapped back to his. “You’re the one who walked in here shouting. If you have something to accuse me of, at least have the courage to say it properly.” Caleb let out a bitter laugh. “All right. You got my wife pregnant. You betrayed me in the most humiliating way possible, and now you’re standing there behaving as though I’m the unreasonable one.” “I never said you were unreasonable.” “You don’t have to. You do that thing where you act as though everyone else is beneath you.”