Romans & histoires Harry Potter Fanfiction Inheritance Test

"W-We were worried you would be nervous on your first night home! We were just joking to help you relax." Gillian and Keith nodded repeatedly. "Yes! That's right! The joke was poorly timed. We'll be more careful in the future!" I smiled, switched the stun gun back on, and shocked all three of them again. "Still lying, huh? I already know who the real heiress is." Orson forced a strained smile. "What are you talking about? The heiress is obviously you." "The DNA test proved it. There's no doubt about that." "Hurry up and untie us. Stop messing around, alright?"

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."

“She was the right choice.” Was. Not is. What’s going on? I’m not anymore? What does it mean? “She believes the bond is real. The witch made sure of that. The infertility spell too. I made sure there are no complications or rival heirs at the end of the day. Everything stays controlled and our son will be the heir.” His voice sounded so sinister. For a moment, I couldn’t understand what he meant. Our son…? My mind blanked, then scrambled desperately for an answer.

] “That’s not easy, father! The Walters are not a bunch of fools. I can’t just make a move without a plan—” [Silence! You’ve been planning for too long and it’s sickening!] I clenched my jaws in anger. “Just stop ruining my plans! I will take Tyler Walter and his family down. Don’t rush me!” [You know I can disown you anytime once you fail, Harry. I have another heir who’s more capable and obedient. I won’t give a damn if you’re my son. I can sacrifice you for a big gain.]

“Mother, I won’t take that insult from you. She is the mother of my child.” “Oh, spare me the nonsense. I looked at that girl’s picture and didn’t see a single trace of resemblance. Yet you announced her as your heir without consulting me or the council. Are we worth so little to you? The Elders exist to advise you, to stop you from making mistakes like this.” “Then tell me, if Hailey isn’t mine, whose is she?” “ I don't know? But I refuse to accept her until I get a proper DNA test.” “I don’t know. But I refuse to accept her without a proper DNA test.”

“For now.” Narrowing my eyes, I wonder how much he actually knows about my bloodline. After all, there’s no guarantee the child will inherit the gene, and that’s assuming it’s another girl. The magic is only passed from mother to daughter. Still, telling him that can’t help me: either he’ll decide to kill me now despite his filthy fantasies, or decide to indulge them for the few months he can before killing me.

Having no choice, I kept my peace. We strolled in silence for a while, the gravel crunching beneath our feet. As we turned the eastern bend, voices drifted toward us, two maids beneath the shade of a flowering tree, whispering animatedly. “I swear, the test was real. I saw it with my real eyes. The boy’s his. The Mistress herself ordered it.” “Are you serious? If this is true, that means that Xavier now has an heir. He has passed all the conditions to inherit…”

" Anyone who tries to harm her is against me." "You... What are you talking about?" Harry thought he had misheard and then said, "Didn't you do a paternity test in Mourpa? The result showed that she is Patrick's daughter. You must have been deceived by Joanne." Edwin stared at Harry sarcastically. Though he knew that Edwin had arranged for people to watch him, he didn't expect him to know exactly what he had done in Mourpa. "Didn't you find out that Tail's bone marrow was replaced with Patrick's? And that paternity test was skewed," Edwin snapped ironically.

“However, as the company’s counsel, I must remind you that for an inheritance transfer of this magnitude, DNA verification is required.” Scarlett’s pulse quickened. She had expected pushback, of course. The Ashbournes would never hand over control without clawing first. But hearing it out loud -the reminder that her son was the proof she’d rather protect than parade - made something twist deep in her chest.

“The child can’t inherit if he’s not Max’s. The lawyer was clear on that.” “The lawyer mentioned it?” Megan said with surprise. “He suggested that I get a test done to assure that the child was Max’s. In fact, he wanted me to contest the will. He must have suspected something,” I muttered. Evan placed his hand on my shoulder. “The inheritance will go to his rightful son. The one that you carry in your womb.” I emitted a weak chuckle, “It’s kind of poetic that she played Max like that.” “The girl got a house and nine month’s support out of him,” Megan said with a slow shake of her head. “She’s quite a little grifter.”