From Outcast To Overlord: The Unyielding Heir Novels & Stories

answered Blake, who kept his eyes straight, looking at the wall across where he stood. Then, at least look at her when saying those words. Alise was about to cry, and she didn’t want any of them to see her. Alise didn’t want them to think she was ungrateful and such. But none of them thought of her that way. They knew she was just lost. “Then what am I supposed to do now?” Her voice wavered. “To ensure your protection, we’ll announce that the family’s heir is back. These seven boys have been trained for years and dedicated their lives to you. You’ll be attending Prestigious Academy. There, you will learn various things.”

All born from love, but twisted by fear. "What do you want from me?" she asked. Alexander studied her for a long moment. "I want you to take care of my grandson. I want you to love him, even when he makes it difficult. I want you to be the person he comes home to, the person he trusts, the person who sees him not the CEO, not the Thorn heir, but him." "And in return?"

Women who could win wars. I was born without a wolf. With no strength, gift or power. If war broke out right now, I’d be the first to die. And yet... I dared to hope Alpha Kieran would choose me? Was I mental? A man with oiled skin and muscles that rippled as he moved stepped to the cusp of the ridge and clanked the cymbals in his hands. The sharp sound sliced through the air, and the crowd went eerily silent. Then one of the elders stepped forward. Elder Varnor. He was the oldest in the pack. His hair was white, and his goatee reached all the way to his chest.

This is my family and I couldn’t have asked for anything more. I promise to always love, to always cherish, and to always protect them with my whole entire life. --- Hello, hello, I hope you enjoyed this mini bonus chapter! This is to coincide with the announcement of the sequel! Book 2 of Banished With His Heir (Running With His Heir) is now up on my profile. Add it to your libraries to be notified on updates. ♡ Thank you again for everyone who has read and loved this book. I am deeply touched by all your kind comments and support. The White Howlers and Blazing Wolves hope to see you on the next one that will be filled with crazy surprises so hop onto book 2 if you haven’t yet xo

The long binders stayed untouched on the other side of the desk, quietly and patiently waiting for the big boss to pick them up. Long, tense minutes of total silence left me clenching my teeth together. Keeping my breathing steady while forcing my restless leg to stay still required effort and patience. If only I could, by now I'd be storming out of this building without a single word. Fuck this. I had no plans to be an errand boy for my father for another year, much less be some psychotic Italian heir's bitch, just so I could prove to the entire Falco clan that I wasn't as useless as they all thought.

she said. "Yup," I replied. "She's an heiress. And it turned out that she looks exactly like me." "Omigosh, really?" she exclaimed with wide eyes. "Yeah…" I said. "One thing led to another, and now I have to be Isabella Domitia while she runs off to happily ever after with her boyfriend." 'Actually, I doubt it's going to be happily ever after,' I thought, thinking of how untrustworthy Elijah was. "But that's where it gets crazy," I added.

"Thank God you were so pigheaded. Otherwise, I might've actually married you—a fraud. "Now, even if you got down on your knees and begged me to marry you, I wouldn't be interested. The man I'm marrying is Arthur. He's the real heir to the Harrison family. As for you—" She looked me up and down, her eyes filled with contempt. "No matter how capable you think you are, you're still getting thrown out." My mom let out a cold snort. "Look at you now. If you'd just listened to us from the start, you wouldn't have ended up with everyone turning against you."

“Crane knows who you really are, Julian. He’s known for weeks. He’s just been waiting… watching… to see who else figures it out.” Julian’s stomach tightened. Aiden stared at him. “You mean…” Oliver nodded. “Yes. He knows you’re the heir.” Clarissa stepped forward, and said in a hard voice. “Then why hasn’t he done anything?” “Because,” Oliver said slowly, “he’s not the type to eliminate the heir. He’s the type to use him.” Julian’s breath caught. “He wants to control you, Julian. Put you in Harold’s place, clean up the mess, and make it look like VanDermere Global is being saved from within. You’ll be his puppet, his perfect distraction while he tightens his grip on the company.”

Talia asked, confused. "Mom's order," he sighed. "Get up, Breakfast is ready." After saying that, he left. Talia just bit her lower lip in disbelief. That man is a pain in the ass. Talia has to bear of him being so grumpy. This is her destiny and she must face it. And also, he is her brother. He might not treat her as one but she should have a good and great revenge – that is to love him as her brother if he hates her.

I have always been a stickler for the rules. In elementary school, our class holds an election for class president. The teacher ignores the vote and appoints the principal's son instead. I follow the school's rule that whoever receives the majority vote should win, gather all 42 students, and take the election straight to the principal's office to redo the vote. When I grow up and start working, my boss hands me a thousand-dollar expense receipt and orders me to file a ten-thousand-dollar reimbursement claim. I refuse, as it violates company policy. The manager laughs. "Here, whatever the boss says goes. Learn to bend when you can, or the company may decide it needs someone more obedien