Novel & Cerita Alex And Marcus Lewis Inheritance

he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck, “this is officially the worst surprise I’ve received all year.” Adrian doesn’t look at him. His attention is still on the document, studying it the way a surgeon studies an X-ray before making the first cut. “You’re telling me,” Marcus continues carefully, “that if Alessa had died in that crash…” He gestures toward the screen. “…I would have inherited half a billion dollars?” Adrian finally lifts his gaze. “Yes.” Marcus lets out a low whistle. “That’s… a hell of a retirement package.” I turn toward him sharply. “You think this is funny?”

"He had been hunting for my trail for a decade. He wanted a deal. Vincent knew about the five-billion-dollar legacy account, but he couldn't bypass the biometric and bloodline locks without a direct descendant. He told me about you, Axel. He said you were weak, a spoiled prince who inherited a fortune he never had to bleed for. He told me that if I didn't step in and take it, you would squander the family name and destroy everything our bloodline built." Marcus stood up slowly, walking over to the rusty iron edge of the pier to look out at the Manhattan skyline. "But you aren't weak at all," Marcus said, turning his head back to look at me. "And neither am I. We are both survivors. We are bo

Tragedy had struck when his father's life was cut short in an accident, leaving Lewis alone and adrift. Albert had brought Lewis home when he was in high school and had enrolled him in a prestigious college. But Lewis had been determined to forge his own path, and he had worked hard to earn his own money, refusing to take a single penny from Albert. Even as the heir to a billionaire's fortune, Lewis had been resolute in his independence.

But he didn't," Dominic said quietly. "He chose revenge instead," Victoria agreed from the screen. "Which is why I structured my will the way I did. Elena represents Marcus's line—the son who chose love over legacy. Dominic represents Richard's line—the son trying to prove his worth through perfection. And Alexander represents James's line—the son consumed by what he was denied." Victoria sat back.

Sighing, I remembered the little details that I ignored, ignorantly. I should have known sooner. For Anya to visit him, I should have known he was with his memories. I should have been able to tell the next instant, what was to be done. Lorenzo shouldn't find a loophole, Alisha mustn't either. My fate and whole life depends on whether or not I would be Alpha. It was supposedly going to be my position, at least not until my own father decided to betray me. Taking what was supposed to be mine to my brother, even the woman I cherished. Nothing moved in my way the moments the elders council began to be in favor of Lorenzo, my younger brother.

LUCIAN The quickie with Blair was just what I needed to be able to go through with this meeting. Not even my strongest liquor could give me the patience to deal with those distasteful old men. Just like the president had a cabinet and a senate, werewolf packs have council members. As the alpha, I had all control, but there were things I couldn’t do without consulting them first. Like getting married. It wasn’t a big problem since many alphas have mated and marked their mates the second they met. The fact that I went the full route and got married was what made them even more interested in meeting with her.

She knew deep down telling Bruno about the boys is the right thing to do but they are worlds apart and he doesn't look like a man who can change a diaper or feed the boys a bottle during the night.Numbers and figures seemed more of his thing. The other day when Sage had been busy cleaning his office she'd come across an empty insulin shot in the bathroom, finding it had left her without a doubt where the boys inherited their diabetes from.It seems they have inherited everything from their father and nothing of hers,stepping out of the shower she wrapped a towel around herself.

“You’re already one bad sentence away from leaving here in a body bag.” Mercer ignored her completely. His eyes stayed on Alicia. “Robert never told you?” he asked softly. “Interesting.” Alicia’s pulse roared in her ears. “You’re lying.” “No,” Mercer replied. “Kessler lied. Robert manipulated. But me? I’m practical.” He adjusted his cufflinks. “Aiden was never the only surviving heir.” Alex’s voice was deadly quiet. “Explain. Now.” Mercer looked almost amused by the command. “Twenty years ago, after the Maris Stella fire, the Dickson family cleaned up loose ends very carefully. Most records disappeared.”

“Desire is never just desire.” The doors slid open. The man who stepped out of the elevator did not look like someone who brought bad news lightly. Marcus Hale was tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in charcoal and restraint. His eyes flicked once to Elara, assessing, then back to Cassian with the kind of loyalty that had been tested and earned. “Morning,” Marcus said. “We have movement.” Cassian nodded. “Talk.” “Locke rerouted two shell companies overnight. One offshore. One domestic. He’s buying silence and burning paper.”

"Ava, I know I destroyed everything. I know I don't deserve another chance. But I can't let you go without fighting for you one more time." "We've had this conversation—" "No, we haven't. Not like this." Marcus pulled an envelope from his jacket pocket. "This morning, I met with the family lawyers. I'm dissolving my inheritance. All of it." I stared at the envelope. "What are you talking about?" "Every penny of Moretti money that was supposed to come to me. I'm giving it up. I'm signing it all over to your charity." "Marcus, that's insane—"