Hawthorne House Inheritance Games Novels & Stories

"They'll inherit a mother who chose love over power. Who chose to build instead of destroy. Who chose to be human instead of becoming a monster." Hartwell stood up, panic creeping into his professional voice. "Mrs. Blackwood-Vaughn, please reconsider. If you refuse the inheritance, it goes to the next heir. Damien Blackwood. Even if he's in prison, even if he's convicted, the will is clear. Are you prepared to give him everything?" I stopped at the door, my hand on the brass handle. The metal was cold against my palm. "Then maybe that's what's supposed to happen."

"Senior Alain? Wow, you haven’t logged in for three years. What’s got you playing today?" "Ryan?" Horace’s face flushed with anger. "You’re still in the mood to game? Your grandfather is about to tear my house apart! Get back here now, or I’ll break your legs when I catch you!" Ryan wasn’t surprised by Horace’s reaction, knowing Alain and Horace were often together. He laughed and said, "Why would I go back and get pressured by the old man to take over the inheritance?" "Then why drag me into this mess?" Horace roared.

Facing the queen-sized bed I’m currently on is a large flat-screen TV, with a white couch in the corner. How the hell did I get here? Suddenly I feel cold, as if I’m not wearing anything. I bring my daze down my body, shocked by my bare breast as I quickly lift the duvet to cover myself. “Shit.” I curse, pushing my wayward strands out of my face as I tuck them behind my ear. “I’m sorry, who are you again?” “I’m Helen, Mr. Gray’s housekeeper.” “Right. Of course.” I sigh, licking my bottom lip as I run my fingers through my hair.

Hayden held my hand and led me down. We were standing in the field, and there were two planes there as well as several cars. I spotted Jackson and Sam waiting for us at the tall building, and when I looked at the building, I saw Walker Publishing House written at the top of it. "Hayden, is this place yours?" I asked him. "Yes, I inherited it," he answered. "Is there a problem?" "How many properties do you own? Everywhere we go, you seem to have a property there." "It's not me; it's we. I inherited most of them, and then some I bought myself, and our children will inherit them too."

“Think about the baby, Allison. He deserves to have a father.” She yanked her hand free, one brow arching. “FUNNY you bring that up. We agreed — two kids. One to carry your Ashford name, one to take over my family’s hosiptal. But now that you’ve got your little condition, who knows if there’ll even be a second child? So if this one makes it, he’s mine. He’ll inherit the Winthrop name and business.” Marcus blinked, stunned. “WHAT—what the hell are you talking about?”

I flipped it open to a random page. H.E. has a plan. A brilliant, dangerous plan. He says we don’t have to wait for our inheritance. We can take it. My mother will never see it coming. He’s drawn up the schematics himself. All we need is the access code from the mainframe during the gala. It’s foolproof. My blood ran cold. I flipped to another page. He’s done it. He’s written the algorithm to bypass the security. We’re going to be rich. Truly, independently rich. No more begging from Mother. No more being a pawn in her game. Our game now.

"I heard you haven't been doing well lately. But then again… marrying a man like this—poor thing, it must be hard on you." Her tone was just loud enough for those nearby to hear. Suppressed laughter rippled through the crowd. I didn't rise to the bait. Instead, I shrank closer to Will, eyes lowered, playing the role of the timid, wounded wife. Will squeezed my hand lightly, a silent signal to remain steady. Moments later, the auction officially began. After several rounds of fine antiques and paintings, the host's voice boomed through the hall, charged with excitement. "And now, for the final highlight of the evening! This last item, presented by Mr. Wheaton of Wheaton Group, is a mysterious

But beyond the entrance, there were no soft prayers or quiet eulogies—only hoarse, grief-stricken cries tearing through the still air. "Jasper, what are you playing at, pretending to be dead?! The head of the family is dead. The Hale family’s inheritance should be divided among everyone!" One mocked, "Inheritance?! Haha, what inheritance? Wasn’t it all snatched by others? Useless! Jasper, you’re a useless wretch, I spit on you!" "Hey, you can’t talk like that. The head of the family is dead, but that doesn’t mean the documents are invalid."

"She's in this family. She gets the real version." He nods. They stand on the porch. The October dark holding the farmhouse. Inside, the children who watched and learned and when it was required knew what to do. Outside, the yard that has seen thirteen years of building and protecting and rebuilding. The bolt mystery dish. The stars. The something that's coming, becoming the something that's being handled, becoming the something that will have been gotten through. Same as before. Different because of everything before. Which is, in the end, what inheritance means.

Theo shook his head in disapproval. “I am more worried about Wendy's reaction when she hears the truth. She is just a tool in the game.” Hilton said with a low tone. Theo widened his eyes, he had never heard Hilton say he was worried about any girl. “Have you gotten the inheritance?” Theo asked. “Not yet. My father is cunning and you are aware. They are after a partnership with Darnold’s enterprise.” Hilton said with a tightened look. “Not even in their dreams will they g.”