Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System Novels & Stories

"You think because you’ve crawled back into his bed that you belong here? You are a stain on this family’s history." Julian stepped forward, his presence suddenly suffocatingly dominant. He pulled Elara even closer, his hand splayed across her lower back in a way that was undeniably sexual. "Careful, Father," Julian purred, though his eyes were lethal. "That 'stain' is the mother of my heirs. And considering I just transferred sixty percent of my personal shares into a trust for Leo and Mia, she’s actually the most powerful person in this room. You might want to be nicer to the woman who owns your board seat."

This time, it shouldn't be too difficult to do that again. For Anton, who always deified wealth, their death was a small price to get what he wanted. For Anton, Evan should not inherit all that wealth alone. That money was born thanks to his efforts, too. He also helped enrich the family property. So to him, he clearly had every right to be offended when his father gave nearly seventy-five percent of his family property to his brother's family alone. Anton watched with cold eyes as the person he ordered immediately responded to his order once the required money had made it to the destination account.

She looked excited as she spoke to him. Do they know each other? Why not? All the rich people know each other here. Looks like they were more than just business partners with the way she was holding him. I forced my eyes to look away and look at my father instead. "It has always been a tradition right from time that the heir of the Smith wealth and all the hospitals that belonged to the Smith family all over the world, the Smith Empire, will always and forever be passed on to the one with the gift" I froze when I heard that, only for father to add to the tension,

All of it would be in effect once they die or become disabled to even manage their own affairs. The inheritance…the wealth that was the very reason why the Zel Cantheliz was at the edge of its extinction; why my ancestors killed and got killed in return. They wanted me to see it. As if to make me feel guilty. To convince me to finally have my own biological heir… I smiled bitterly at how awfully smart they were moving to corner me. But it felt sad. Painful. How for once I just realized they too would die and truly leave me all alone.

eventually, he even forgot that he comes from a rich family until he heard George's voice on the phone. with watery eyes, he recalled what he went through the past four years. clearing his mind he said to George " hello, George I remember you. how are you doing? how are grandpa, mom, dad and the others doing?" hearing this George felt happy and said " I am well, young master and old master, master and other all are doing great. I am calling you to inform you that according to the old master's order your poverty training ends from today. old master asked you to relax for the next and sent 100 billion to your black gold card as your pocket money."

“Then let’s cut to the chase, Katherine. You can’t just take everything. Some of Jan’s assets came from his grandparents. It’s part of the generational—” “Are you saying that I can’t have it though the law states that—” “You can have it, of course. But you can’t take it all for yourself.” Jan’s father leaned against his seat. “Our family must keep the wealth and assets within our family alone.” Kate wanted to scoff. Such a medieval point of view. So, was that what Winona was trying to tell her last time? “Are you saying that she can’t marry again?” She turned to her mother-in-law. “Alejandro, that’s—”

Looking up at him, his black shirt drooped down as he leaned closer, giving a partial yet tempting vanity to his upper body. She didn't care to ogle at his body and didn't have any intention to keep staring at his fuckface either. Whatever tricks this bastard is trying to pull off won't faze her. "But you won't. You can't go against your father. Not until you inherit his kingdom and you cannot inherit it without bringing your successor. In short, without my help, you won't be able to achieve that." The Salvators had a tradition of making their heir marry a cousin of the same bloodline. The purpose of such a practice was to preserve the ancestral property within the bloodline.

I stopped the car for a moment and only now realized that I had nothing to leave my inheritance because I had no wife nor, a child. I don't have any family members or relatives at all. How can I now leave all the things I have worked for if I have no heir to leave with it? I can't die yet. As long as I can't make my heir, I can't die. I took my cellphone out of my pants pocket and called one of my trusted assistants, Baste, to find me a woman to marry. When I got home to my mansion, Baste immediately approached me and handed me the list of unmarried women.

Since he was now married, he had to submit his marriage certificate and officially inherit all his grandfather’s properties and wealth. The process was overwhelming, even though his father was helping as much as he could. They were not the only ones running helter-skelter; his uncles and some corrupt executives from his grandfather’s company were doing everything possible to cover their tracks. One might wonder how he managed to inherit his grandfather’s properties. Actually, it wasn’t all the old man’s company. When he was alive, he had divided 40% of his properties among his three sons. They all expected the remaining properties to be shared as well, with one of them receiving the core sha

"And most of those families prefer to remain invisible. Some haven't been publicly identified in a century. Their wealth moves through shell companies that own other shell companies. Their heirs are educated under false names. They exist in the spaces between official records." Rowan considered the number. Seventeen. Seventeen entrenched power structures, each with decades—sometimes centuries, of accumulated influence. Seventeen organisms that had learned to cooperate without trusting, to compete without destroying, to maintain equilibrium through constant, invisible adjustment. The Kings were newcomers by comparison. Even with their wealth, even with their infrastructure, even with the inte