Alex And Marcus Lewis Inheritance Novels & Stories

"He was getting sentimental. He wanted to tell you the truth before the end. I suppose he earned that right." "Is it true?" Evangeline asked. She stood up, her hand finding mine in the dark. "Is he a clone?" "Clone is such a vulgar word," Elinor said. She walked to the table and sat down. She looked like she was hosting a dinner party. "We prefer the term 'iterative asset.' The real Alexander died in a car crash when he was six. I couldn't let the empire fall to Marcus. So, I started the Archive."

Several Alphas frowned in confusion. Marcus took a slow breath. "As of today..." "...I formally renounce my birthright." The room froze. Gasps echoed throughout the hall. "I withdraw from the line of succession." "I will no longer be considered part of the royal inheritance." Even Sol looked surprised. Marcus continued before anyone could interrupt. "My future belongs to this Academy." "My responsibility is to every bloodline." "Not to any throne." He smiled toward his family. "My younger sister, Aurora..." "...and my younger brother, Leo..."

I feel sick. Because unlike most of Raymond’s lies… This one isn’t completely false. Nobody speaks. Marcus looks uncomfortable. Mrs. Kowalski looks horrified. Dominic simply stares at the documents. Then he slowly closes the folder. “Continue.” Marcus nods. “He claims the inheritance clause specifically requires a biological heir descended from the direct Westbrook line.” I swallow. The secret. The one we’ve been dancing around for months. The one nobody was supposed to know. The embryos had been created using Dominic’s late brother’s frozen genetic material.

But what if all storms aren’t meant to disrupt your life, what if some come to clear a path that you can’t see. “Is it true?” Paul asked as he entered his grandfather's house to find him in the living room sipping on a cup of tea, “Is what true son?” Atticus asked as Cleo entered the room, eyeing her brother nervously, “Is it true that Marcus is dead?” He asked as Atticus set his cup down before sighing, “So I’ve heard,” Atticus replied as Paul frowned, “So what happens now, Mateo is going to be Alpha?” He asked as Atticus looked at his grandson, “That’s how it works, if Marcus dies then the title of Alpha goes to his oldest heir, which is Mateo,” he said as Paul scoffed, “Is this really hap

I was getting more attention from mom and the entire household. "But how am I just supposed to erase all our memories together?" "The good times we spent together..." "How I'm I supposed to empty my memories with Jerry?" "Is it easy to get rid of your first love's memory?" "Jerry is not just my first love. He was going to be my husband, "I said Lydia intercepted again, "but he has just turned into an ex-boyfriend, not a husband." "I guess he was just fooling you, Lexy." "This time, I'll walk with you; I'll be right there when it all happens, to stop bad guys like Jerry from wasting you," said Lydia sarcastically.

She says, shaking herself with a smile. I nod and smile along with her. "Does your father still want to marry you to the industrial grandfather?" I ask, laughing, as she grimaces. Edgar Lemos was an industrial investor, half of his investments went down the drain, but others did very well. He was almost 50 years old, but insisted on having a wife under 30. And he chose Anne, who until today was fighting with her parents not to get married. "Don't even talk about him, he makes me want to vomit". She puts her hand over her mouth, looking really sick.

"Which is?" "Old money. Old power. The kind of influence that doesn't show up in corporate filings or social media profiles." The Guardian stepped closer, his face still obscured by shadow. "Richard Lewis comes from five generations of New England wealth. His family has been placing senators and judges for over a century. Senator Alvarez owes his entire political career to Lewis family support." Alexander felt sick. "You knew about this?" "I suspected. But I thought Victoria's crimes were severe enough that even the Lewis family wouldn't risk their reputation defending her." The Guardian's tone was bitter. "I underestimated their loyalty to Camille."

Alex hasn’t been inside of the study since that incident. Telling from Alex’s face, he was also displeased at the fact that Marlon was holding Mateo. “Your betrayal, once again, proves that you are not fit to be the sole heir of the estate,” Marlon told him; he was trying to keep his voice low and steady to not disturb or even startle Mateo. Alex cocked an eyebrow at him, confused. “Betrayal?” Alex asked; his voice leaked with innocence, but Marlon wasn’t buying it.

And that I would have no answer to the problem that came to us next. "Who?" I asked. As far as I could see, the most important people that Marcus couldn't allow to lose were here in this room. "His name is Jake," Marcus told me. "He's my nephew. And the next heir apparent." I stared at him in shock, and then turned to Liana. "Not my son," she told me, but she blinked back tears. "We had an older brother, but he died before he became Alpha, he died before our father even. He left behind a son. But because he never became Alpha, it couldn't pass to his son like that."

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?”