Death Is The True Heiress's Shadow Novels & Stories

"That's enough!" Derek suddenly yelled, glaring at me with pure contempt. "Let me tell you the truth—I'm the heir of the Astor family. When my parents get here tomorrow, forget a few dozen—I could give you hundreds! Thousands! You're nothing but a pathetic loser. Who are you to humiliate me?" With that, he shoved past me and ran out. Estelle's face darkened as she snapped at me, "Happy now? You really did hit your head. Now nobody's happy. Just pack your things and come with me!"

The black abyss shuddered in response as if something deep within it was stirring. The First Shadow whispered again, velvet and venom: Let me in. Let me take him. Death is nothing to me. I can haul him back if you open the gate fully. Just a little more. A sliver. A breath. “No,” I choked out. “No—no—” You will, eventually. When the grief rots enough of your will. I squeezed my eyes shut, refusing him, refusing the ache in my chest, refusing the truth— That Auren wasn’t breathing.

Xander said. "Freedom is a contract that requires an exit clause," Adelaide countered. She pushed the Red Ledger toward me. "The Shadow Heir is trying to close the exit. He wants to merge the 'Life-Credit' with the 'Soul-Debt.' If he succeeds, death itself will be a default on a loan." The horror of her words settled into the marrow of my bones. This wasn't a war for money anymore. It was a war for the right to die. "How do we stop him?" I asked.

A giant warrior made entirely of shadow. Holding a black sword. Its glowing eyes locked onto Thomas. Then it spoke. One sentence. One terrifying sentence. "The Heir dies first." To Be Continued...

My hair flowed like seawater, my features as delicately sculpted as a porcelain doll, not the fish head that they all expected. Everyone was struck silent. At that moment, I smiled. "Congratulations. You've unsealed the final boss of this scenario, the Sea God. If you defeat me, you can clear this dungeon." Their weapons had been made to defeat the seabirds, and the moment their attacks hit me, they dissolved. "No way, how did Sylvia become the final boss? Did your family keep this from us on purpose?" My parents were shell-shocked. "We have no idea either, she didn't say!"

Servants lined the corridors, whispering as I passed. “She’s actually going through with it…” “The poor girl…” “The Devil’s Heir will eat her alive…” I kept my eyes forward. When we reached the tall doors, Father gripped my elbow again. “Head high,” he whispered harshly. “Make me proud for once.” The doors swung open. Hundreds of eyes turned to me. The hall smelled of incense and fear. At the far end stood Prince Darius Blackthorn. He was taller than I expected, dressed in black with gold threading that caught the light. His face was like stone, dark hair falling over sharp features. Those eyes watched me with no warmth at all.

The music and shadows spilling out into the night. This was mine now. All of it. The inheritance. The title. The throne. Finally, after an entire lifetime of being hidden away, I was receiving my inheritance. And most of all, by the end of the night, Callum would be mine.

"Cindy, Tina was generous enough to sponsor for your education, and this is how you repay her? "Everyone here, listen up! Tina is Nancy's real granddaughter, the true heiress of Skyrise Group!" I stared at David in disbelief. "She's Nancy's biological granddaughter? The heiress of Skyrise Group? "David, how do you say that with a straight face? You're shameless." Evan rolled his eyes and gave me a dismissive look. "Cindy, did you forget to take your meds today or something? You're clearly having one of your episodes."

"You don't even know how he ended up back with you, do you?" At that, he went still. I had known for years that I wasn't the Lawsons' biological child. But they had searched for so long without success, so how had they suddenly found Kenneth? And the moment he returned, he was already coming after the inheritance. Who told him how many shares I held in the company? "You know what they say. When two sides clash, someone else reaps the benefits. So, who's that someone?" Robert wasn't a fool. The realization hit him instantly. Someone had orchestrated this from the shadows.

* *The shadow claims you… damn. A tiny, private thrill cut through the terror. She hit record for a quick voice note. “Episode Two teaser,” she whispered, her voice still husky from everything that had happened today. “When the shadow claims you, do you run… or let it swallow you whole?” She uploaded it, then closed the app. One small piece of her life that still belonged only to her. Her phone lit up with three new messages. Jake: *8 a.m. sharp. Or the video goes live.*