Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System Novels & Stories

The System's voice came through the kitchen speakers, calm and unhurried, as if it had all the time in the world. "Marcus Costello: cumulative high school ranking, fifth. Valentina Costello: cumulative high school ranking, first. Brittany Costello does not meet the eligibility criteria for Costello bloodline inheritance. According to the last will and testament of Giovanni Costello, the family patriarch, Costello assets may only transfer to blood descendants or charitable institutions. The System is bound to enforce this provision." Brittany's face went white. Marcus slammed his fist against the counter. A coffee cup shattered. "This is bullshit. I should have gotten equal shares at minimum.

“Then Marcus gets a Pyrrhic victory. He might get the inheritance, but he’ll lose the company. The board won’t follow him after this, they've seen who he really is.” After she hung up, Selene looked at Avalon. “Would it be okay If we lost the inheritance?” “Truthfully, I don’t know. That’s Pierce Holdings, everything Nene built and all I’ve protected for ten years.” “But would we be okay?” Avalon thought about that. “Yeah. We’d be okay. I have Nexus and I have enough money. We will survive.” “More than survive?” “Yeah. More than that.” Selene felt something release in her chest. She confirmed the inheritance mattered, but it wasn’t everything they were.

They were after my husband's heir status, which traditionally would be passed down to his son when he also had a son. If by the age of 35 the heir still did not have a son, then his status would be transferred to another close relative who had a son. I don't understand why they have such a rule. I think their ancestors did it to maintain the purity of their lineage. It was old-fashioned, I thought at first, but it was also good because I married the heir. All the companies that were established under Frederick's name automatically became affiliated with my husband and Charles when his status was formalized. That meant we got more income from those companies every year.

“Because it was waiting.” Margaret’s voice cracked. “Waiting for what?” “For alignment,” the man answered. Maxwell’s eyes sharpened. “Alignment of what?” The man’s gaze shifted to Aria. “Primary inheritance.” Silence. Samuel whispered, “She’s primary?” “Yes.” Jonathan inhaled slowly. “Because she is first-generation successor of merged assets.” The man nodded. “Correct.” Margaret shook her head violently. “Maxwell is firstborn.” “No,” the man said calmly.

They did not know that it was a family custom that persisted throughout past generations, known as “the tradition of primogeniture and sharing of assets” He knew from experience that being born very rich was very good. But he had an obligation to follow what was established. All the enterprise that his family had done for generations, up until the moment of his birth, had passed to Bruce's father and, consequently, to Bruce as an inheritance. Which represented eighty percent of the entire fortune spread across different countries.

"How is that possible?" "The Bradley family has been wealthy for generations, honey," Edmont said. "It's not just the immediate family, it's spread to everyone connected with the Bradley family. In fact, each generation inherits wealth from their ancestors, but they also move around and try to accumulate their own, making it bigger and bigger." Richard leaned over to Edmont and kissed his nose. "I know, because you're very rich too, even though you only work as a company doctor, which isn't really that hard, is it?"

“He’s not meeting me emotionally, simply because he can’t do it, he can only reach me with the material things that he has and I will never be with any man based on that!” “He can’t try to win my heart or play me into keeping this baby all because he gave us back our wealth and assets, thank you for saving my whole lineage and the rest to come but no way!” “He might have already bought my father because what he gave back to us today means everything to him, his father passed it to him, just like his grandfather passed it to his father and on it went!” “It’s a lineage thing and when we lost it, we knew we might never be able to call ourselves rich again up until the tenth generation and more

"Name your price. Triple the market value. Quadruple it. I want the keys to every unit, including 4B, by sunset." Mr. Aris sighed, leaning back. "You don't understand. That building was built by my grandfather. My father ran it during the depression. I grew up in 2A. My grandchildren are slated to inherit the titles when I pass. It’s a family inheritance, Mr. Hemingway. It’s not a piece of real estate; it’s my family's history." Richard’s eyes narrowed. "History is expensive to maintain. I can give you enough money to buy ten buildings in a better zip code. You could leave your grandchildren a legacy of billions, not a crumbling brick walk-up."

I can’t imagine a world where I am not in love with her, but it could have happened. Luckily, I am not entirely dependent on my father. When I turned 18, my mother’s inheritance came to me as a trust, along with the deed for the Half Moon Bay house and a substantial stake in my father’s company. I had no idea that the wealth my father used to build his empire came from her family money, or that much of her initial wealth remained hers, even after marriage, due to an iron-clad prenuptial agreement. As part of her family’s agreement to finance my father’s businesses, she was a part owner at 40%. Even if I had died with her, all of that would have reverted to her family as part of the original

I ended up next to Adrian, across from the man in his fifties and his daughter, and the elegant woman sat at the other end with her husband. Adrian's grandfather spoke first. "As you all know, my father is dead. The inheritance is now being decided." The man across from me leaned back in his chair. "Decided by whom?" "By the family. By tradition." Adrian's grandmother's voice was sharp. "The firstborn line has priority." "Adrian's parents are dead," the elegant woman said, her voice was sweet like poison. "He's young and Unproven."