روايات وقصص ضمن He Chose An Heir So I Faked My Death

He had no idea I'd been planning his death since I was eighteen. The old bastard thought he was clever, trying to steal my inheritance. Sending that assassin after me to clear his path to my father's fortune. But I was cleverer. I'd turned his attempt on my life into an opportunity to fake my death, disappear long enough to set up my revenge. Soon, very soon, he'd be dead. And I'd inherit everything that should have been mine from the beginning. The shipping company. The real estate holdings. The offshore accounts. Combined with Alessandro's wealth, I'd be untouchable.

John said “you’re going to kill him and he’s our only option right now.” “I knew your father,” he said while coughing trying to gasp for air. I froze and stared at him. “What the fuck did you say?” I asked. “I said I knew your father,” he replied “I used to work with him until Jackson and Zhang screw him over.” “Before we get to how you know my father,” I said “why the fuck did you fake your death?” “It was part of the plan” he replied “I was paid a large amount of money to test how your blood was corresponding with the drug that was injected into your system. I had to fake my death because if I had to disappear, we used death because nobody searches for a dead person.”

“So that’s when you faked his death?” He rubs his eyes, forcing them shut in confirmation. “Yes.” “Why did you fake his death?” He opens his bloodshot eyes, confused. “What other option did we have?” It takes all that I have not to be sarcastic. “Let him live with another family? Pretend to adopt him?” He shakes his head. “He was a small boy by then. And he looked too much like Sienna for people not to realize. And he was too young to trust not to tell someone the truth. Disappearance was the only way.”

I said, my voice slightly edgy. She turned to me, a curious expression on her face. "What is it?" I took a deep breath and looked her straight in the eye. "I am the Prince of Shadow Pack. The same person who was rumored to have died." Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief. "What? How is that even possible? You look so young." I gave her a rueful smile. "My father faked my death to escape the war being led by your father and also to protect my pack. I've been hiding in plain sight all these years."

“I did this for us. For our future, baby. I would have inherited the wealth anyway. I was her heir. You think killing her was easy for me?” “Do not fucking call me baby,” I shouted, fighting the urge to slap his face. “You’ve lost the right; do you hear me? Never call me that again. And please, you did this for you and you only. If you were her chosen heir, all you had to do was wait for her natural death. But it had to be by your hand, didn’t it? And spare me your bullshit over being torn up about her death either because you don’t give a damn. You looked downright bored while you were squeezing the life out of her.

My father, Marvin Yates, and my mother, Anna Carter, froze for a second before standing up, disbelief written all over their faces. "Hayden Yates, are you pulling our leg?" I looked at them, my voice steady. "I'm serious. I like Larissa." I glanced over at the small, delicate figure tucked away in the corner, and my heart missed a beat. In my previous life, Holly Smith had shattered my heart with her fake death. It was Larissa Shaw who had been there, slowly helping me piece it back together.

He didn't answer, just looked at me with a pained expression, as if he was holding back words he couldn't say. "You're my sole heir," he said finally, as if the words themselves were a curse. "I've taken you back. The empire is yours now." I stared at him, my mouth open in shock. Was he trying to bribe me? Earlier, he said I killed my mum, but now his reaction shows that she is still alive, somewhere. "I don't want it," I said, shaking my head violently. "I never wanted any of this!" "You don't have a choice," he said firmly, his eyes locking onto mine.

“The Don's wife?” Cecilia beside me asked in a feigned innocent tone. “Leo, didn't you say that once your father stepped down, he would pass the title of Don to you? Leo's expression froze for a moment, then he looked at me indifferently. “My father has only one son, and no one else is qualified to inherit the title of Don besides me.” “Antonio, have you gone senile in the five years I’ve been away? Everyone in New York knows I am the one true heir to the Corleone bloodline.”

"What exactly did I do wrong?" Dad's expression darkened. "Don't tell me five years haven't been enough to teach you how hard it is to make a living. We faked our deaths and moved abroad just to make you realize the truth. There will come a day when you won't be able to earn a thing, and every last penny will be gone." Then, his tone softened. "It's just as well that you finally understand. At least now we don't have to stay away from home anymore."

The same one my father had collected. "Marcus wants that key. Wants that information. To sell it. Use it. Become powerful." Colt leaned closer to the camera. "I could not let that happen. So I made a plan. I faked my death. Made it look like suicide. Made sure everyone believed I was gone." "No," I breathed. "No, that is not—we buried you. We saw the body—"