Alex And Marcus Lewis Inheritance Novels & Stories

-I was wondering, "Hey dad, by the way, there is something that is ringing in my head and you know perfectly well that Margaret's father had no more children, only her, so if I am not mistaken, all the fortune that they have now is Margaret's, isn't it? -Shut up, Marcos reprimanded, it is not right for you to talk about those things, you sound a little interested and we are not a family of thieves if all of Mr. Monroe's inheritance was left to Margaret then that is her luck not ours and if Mr. Alex was a very wealthy guy he had many companies and many workers but we still don't know the legal terms so please stop talking about those things or someone might listen to you.

The point is that there is still an heir. Which officially makes Kreg still exist. But don't worry, I have no remorse and no desire to take my rightful place. However, I propose an idea that will be positive for both sides. A little bird told me that the king decided to take a war orphan as his legitimate daughter. I propose an engagement. So, not only will Kreg be officially extinct, but a new royal lineage that combines both sides will emerge. Wouldn't it be a happy ending to this long tragedy? The two nations who once aimed spears at each other now live together without any discrimination!

Max had only sons and I knew from the rumours that they all wanted to become Alpha. If that happened, the Watsons family which had been existing for over centuries would be wiped out. I nodded. “I'll try, Mr. Jones.” Gerald nodded. “In terms of payment, I'm going to give you-” Five years ago, after I gave birth to Xavier and Clayton, Gerald helped me by giving me a legitimate identity and sending me to school when I was destitute. He was my savior, the one who gave me a new life.

“…Your real inheritance is a list. A list powerful enough to destroy nations. Protect it.* Never sell it, reveal it and never allow anyone to convince you they already possess it because they don't. Only one person knows where it truly is. You…” The letter ended simply. “…I love you. Dad.” Elena lowered the paper slowly. Tears blurred her vision. Not from grief. From regret. “I thought he and my mom left me a company, a structure to protect." Marcus shook his head. “They left you a responsibility." "What list?" "I don't know." "You expect me to believe that?" "I've spent nineteen years looking for it." "And you've never found it?" "No." "Why?" Marcus smiled faintly. “Because your father was

“But before he died, he was next in line after you. When you disappeared, he became heir.” “Did he take me?” The thought made me sick. “I don’t know. We investigated him at the time, but found no proof. He claimed grief, shock, innocence.” Alexander’s hands clenched. “But Marcus always resented me. Resented that I was older, that I would inherit, that I had everything he wanted.” “If he’s dead, who called me?” I asked. “His son. Your cousin.” Alexander pulled up a photo on his phone. “Damien Moonhaven. He’s thirty now, living in Europe. He inherited Marcus’s fortune and holdings. But not the pack-that stayed with me when Marcus died.”

Thank you again for sticking with me and reading; Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir.

“Entire empires.” The realization hit them both at the same time. The portrait wasn’t about family. It was about inheritance. Marcus hadn’t discovered a scandal. He had discovered a claim. Lila whispered the terrifying possibility. “My mother…” Ethan finished the thought. “Was part owner of Blackwell Industries.” Silence crashed over the studio. Lila felt the world tilt again. “That’s impossible.” “No,” Ethan said quietly. “It explains everything.” Marcus wasn’t threatening them with incest. He was threatening them with something far more dangerous.

In the end, he said, “Jessica, I guess it’s the trait of most men. Men don’t see a problem finding a new love after a divorce, but their egos would be bruised if their ex-wives were getting some action. “In other words, men don’t want their ex-wives to be better off.” Releasing the tension in her facial lines, Jessica uttered, “That man must be rich. I saw his car. It was a Porsche.” “He’s Mr. Lewis, the boss of Lewis & Co. He’s the youngest heir of the Lewis family. He built his company from the ground up without financial help from his family. He’s worth billions. Yeah, he’s rich for sure. Mr. Lewis stood up for Liberty when my mom and my sister went to get Liberty to pay back the money ow

I can see the flicker of pain in his eyes, the rawness that’s been buried for so long. “He left when I was young,” Alexander proceeds, his eyes lost in the distance. “Chasing after something—someone—else. I was just a little kid, Leila. And when he left, he didn't leave anything behind . The company, the legacy, everything I was supposed to inherit. It was all gone. And I...” He moves waveringly for a moment, his hands tightening into fists at his sides. “I couldn’t let that happen. I couldn’t let anyone take anything else from me.”

Ruby wet her lips, her eyes darting briefly toward Marcus, who had subtly drifted closer, no doubt sensing my tension then back to me. “Leon’s cousin isn’t just a cousin,” she whispered. “He was born from an agreement that shouldn’t have happened. Leon’s uncle, his father’s older brother, couldn’t have children. But in their family, inheritance ties are strict, old-fashioned. Obsessively traditional.” I frowned. “Okay… and?”