Brutal Heir Novels & Stories

Father said, voice hardening. “I will not play favorites. This is a meritocracy. The son who graduates with the strongest academic record and demonstrates superior social and negotiation skills will become CEO. The Castillo tradition is old and no longer holds weight in this new world.” My mother’s lips parted in disbelief. “You’re… pitting your own sons against each other?” “It’s called competition, Isabella,” Father said, eyes like cold steel. “The world doesn’t hand power to the lazy. Alejandro’s charm doesn’t impress me, and Diego’s intellect means nothing if he can’t lead. Whoever proves both brains and influence will inherit the company. Final decision.”

One of the rich heirs stepped in front of Gideon to block his path. "Move!" Gideon barked coldly. The heir was startled for a moment before flying into a rage. "Why the hell are you acting up? Do you think you're still the high-and-mighty heir of the Snow family?" With that, he swung his hand to slap Gideon across the face. Gideon caught the man's arm, and with a sudden, crushing grip, a loud crack echoed through the room as the man's arm shattered. The rich heir's scream, like the wailing of a slaughtered pig, filled the room.

"Crack!" Suddenly, Clement grabbed Brutus' arm and broke it with a twist in front of Jeremiah. "Ah!" Brutus shrieked in agony. Then, both of his arms fell limp as his face scrunched up in pain. Pamela's and her parents' hearts ached for him. Meanwhile, Jeremiah felt humiliated and angry. He had never been so humiliated in his life. He was Jeremiah Goldblum, the heir of Goldblum Corporations.

“Forget about my order and get my brother’s fucking ass here before I do something formidable!” What was he even saying? He had always been doing things uncalled for. That’s why he is a ruthless Lycan. He would burn down every single soul who dared to cross his path or touch what belonged to him. "You have to calm down, Brutus. You know too well that after all you put Xhafer through, it wouldn’t be easy to get him here even when Nick asks him to.” Lucian pitched in as Brutus glared at Lucian. “So what are you trying to tell me?”

HERALD “You are weak!” A punch to my knee and the sound of my bones crushing became the next sound. I groaned, breathing out heavily while taking the pain in. Father didn't wait for the bones to go back into their place, he gave another hard punch, saying, “How can you be my successor with your weak traits just like your fucking mother!” He grunted as his hand came in contact with my skin, crushing my bone again. This time, my bones came out of my skin and blood ran down my leg.

As the members read and studied the leaflets, the data about Aditya was written in full. Then the members nodded and conferred with each other, whispering here and there. "Well, ma'am, here it is written that the young master has a ten percent share given by his grandfather, Mr. Ali; in total, he has more than seventy percent when combined with the property of the great master; therefore, by rule, he is the new leader of this company." Mr. Weber explained. Everyone agreed to Mr. Weber's words, although Calvin looked weak when he found out that the leader was still under his age. He couldn't do anything because it was clear that Aditya was the rightful heir to the company.

Even Luther looked taken aback by the cold brutality of the command. "Alpha perhaps we should consider..." one of the elders started to suggest. "I said kill them," Draven repeated with finality in his voice. "No exceptions." I opened my mouth to protest when the chamber doors suddenly opened. Briston walked in still bruised and bandaged from the beating his father had given him just days ago. He moved carefully but he managed to walk straight even though I could feel the hurt radiating from his wounds through our mate bond. He was wearing the ceremonial robes of the prince and the crown that marked him as heir. I had never seen him wear it before and the sight made my breath catch. He looke

Better they hear it from her now than wake her at midnight in a panic. “Don’t yell,” she warned first. They both nodded. “The old man holds a grudge against Chairman Blake from the music world. He’s trying to find the heir he chose… and use her to kill him.” Sam blinked. “So the Chairman’s heir has something to do with you?” Briella: “Well… that’s one way to put it.” Flint: “…” “You idiot,” he muttered, smacking Sam’s shoulder. “Heir? Who else would it be but our boss?!”

I dug my nails into my palms, grounding myself against the rage that threatened to spill. "Brock," Milinda whispered softly. "Do you truly believe this child can replace…" "Replace?" he cut her off with a low growl. "No, not replace but if they fail me, if their weakness drags us down, then yes. This child will rise above every one in the pack and I will make sure of it." I could not breathe. I pressed myself tighter against the wall, desperate not to make a sound. Another heir. That was all I was hearing, over and over. Another heir meant another chance. Another chance meant that there's another load chained to my shoulders.