Harry Potter Fanfiction Gringotts Inheritance Test Novels & Stories

She was just so blindly in love with Dean she couldn’t see it. And now? Now it felt like I had won in every possible way. Finding out that my brother’s chance at inheritance, his entire future, was dependent on a lie? That was just the bonus. Now all I have to do is wait. Then destroy him with a single DNA test. I adjusted my cufflinks, glancing briefly at my reflection before checking my watch. “Sir, we’re done.” I turned. And for a second… I forgot how to breathe. Holy shit.

If he remembered our previous life, how would I make my third move? … When I first bragged to Wesley, I said that it would take only three moves to reclaim what should have been his if he worked with me. After I died horribly in my previous life, I could never allow Harry to comfortably inherit the Grant family fortune, let alone allow him to control the Grant Corporation himself. I had people monitor the hospital. Harry had already awakened and seemed normal. The Grant family remained stable. Harry stopped demanding that the engagement be called off and postponed his wedding to Nessa.

He would only take action if the company's interests were involved. I inhaled before showing everyone my phone screen. "Are you sure that you still want to consider choosing Isaac over me, Grandpa?" Naturally, Mom had also seen the message on the screen. She crumpled to the floor and stammered, "T-That's impossible…" I scoffed as I swept my gaze over Mom's disbelieving expression, asking, "Is it really so hard for you to acknowledge my capabilities? A fake will always be a fake. No matter how hard you try to nurture him, he'll never be anything but a fake!"

Harry hummed calmly. He made it seem like he was speaking the truth. If it were in the past, she might have believed his nonsense. "You want the child only because of my grandfather's inheritance, right? "The rumor has it that my grandfather left a large inheritance behind. If someone marries me and has a child for me, that person can inherit the fortune." Shirley snorted, a mysterious smile playing on her lips. Harry furrowed his brows. He knew that Shirley brought this up for a reason.

The video continued. "You two chose differently. You chose to trust despite fear. Despite the temptation to betray, you chose to trust. I intentionally designed this test to instill doubt in each of you. Victoria leaned forward. "That's the real inheritance. Not money. Not hotels. Not empire. Trust. Partnership. Love that survives testing." She paused. "The two billion dollars was never going to anyone. It doesn't exist. I just wanted to see what you'd choose if you thought it did. You chose each other. Over money. Over certainty. Over everything I taught you to value."

"I'll make sure of that." I forced myself to stand still until he finally released me, fighting the urge to wipe my hands on my dress. "As a gesture of my goodwill," he said, stepping back with that cheshire cat-like smile returning, "I should warn you that the first test will be physically challenging. You shouldn't relax too much during your preparation time. If you'd like, I can provide some enhancement potions to help you perform better." The offer felt wrong somehow, like there were strings attached that I couldn't see. But I shook my head quickly. "Thank you, but I'll manage on my own."

“He was wrong. I wasn’t soft. I was just… scared. Of disappointing him. Of not being enough.” She places a hand on mine briefly. “You were always enough. He just didn’t know how to show love.” “He showed it in control,” I mutter. “And now I’m here. At two a.m., nursing trauma and scotch.” A pause. She whispers, “What’re you going to do with it?” I don’t answer right away. I skim the last page again—the section that spells out Dorothy’s connection to the inheritance. That if a pregnancy should occur, the heir must be biologically of Hernandez blood, or else…

As he handed them to Nathan, a blue folded up paper he hadn’t seen before fell out of the science book in his hand. Harry picked it up and opened it, reading the context. “It’s a Will and Testimony,” he said. Everyone looked at him, Jedidiah’s eyes widened with fear. “Who’s? Luca’s ?” Saint asked as he looked over his soulmates shoulder. Harry looked at Saint and shook his head then back at the paper. “It was written by Luca’s mom’s apparently,” He said in reply. “This paragraph,” Harry pointed to a yellow paragraph in the middle, “has to do with Luca. Says that once he knows who his soulmate is all custody is to go to him or her or his soulmate’s family or guardian should his soulmate be un

I don't know—i think she is inheriting her powers. "I thought you said she was normal—and definitely won't become a witch—" "Don't worry if she dies that means she isn't worthy of being my daughter." "Seriously honey?" Fredric sighed. "Turned out she was a late bloomer, that's already a disgrace on my side." "Greta!!" "Okay—okay. We just have to wait for her to concur her inner demons and pass the witches test then she'd wake up—probabily." "What's the possibility of her passing?"

Derek sat behind his desk in his office in Northallerton, a stack of papers in front of him. He had reviewed them three times and still could not believe everything he had read. Gwyn Marez was a desperate woman. She was insisting that Andre was coerced into signing over his inheritance to Sabrina, but his solicitor said the girl was not even with him when he did it. She wanted her son’s money; despite the fact she was in jail and was not going to be able to use it.