Heir Drama Novels & Stories

He is trying to show off. "Ma'am. What do you think? How will Trend run during this situation?" These journalists know how to worsen a situation. "Ira has her heir. She prepared her papers when she was planning to expand her business." Arif says and we turn to him. "Who is the heir of this Billion Empire?" Whispering all over. By this time, the crowd is quite dense. "She has no one. Who can be her heir?" Riad is again opening his bullshit mouth. But I think it's Iqra as she is only related to my Iru.

“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.”

Emeraude tried to soothe. "Explain this to me now?" Bree requested, now with a more controlled voice. "Well, I don't know where to start. I'm already two months along, and the father is Cassian St. Clair," Emeraude revealed, fidgeting with the ends of her hair and hearing the silence on the other end of the line. "Bree?" "I'm in shock right now," confessed Bree, her voice low. "You lucky girl! You're carrying an heir to a damn fortune," she added, making Emeraude laugh.

She fascinatedly said, “That’s the divine tribe from the deep space of the universe where real gods live inside. You definitely don’t want to know about them because I’m also listed in the divine tribe. The Divine Heir of Mount Olympus wants to take me as his wife. If you were to do something heinous to me that would cause public outrage, my future husband will never let you off the hook.” “The Divine Heir of the Olympian Army? Humph! As long as he dares to come over, I’ll dare to kill him!” “You? You’re indeed somewhat capable, but you’re far behind compared to the Divine Heir of Olympus. You’d get killed by him. That’s more like it.” Shirley seemed to be very confident in her fiancé, knowi

She laughed once but there was no humor in it. “You’re telling me your father ran a f8cking genetic projections on a five-year-old girl?” “Yes.” Her voice rose sharply. “Did you know about this?” “No.” “You expect me to believe that?” Althea asked accusingly. Dominic didn’t move. “I just found out tonight the entirety of it.” Althea’s hands trembled slightly as she flipped to the next folder. HEIR. Her breathing stopped. “No!” She shouted. Dominic watched her carefully.

“Also him.” Daniel nodded again. “Yes.” Ryan raised his third finger. “And the last one?” Daniel slowly looked at Emily. “…The foundation heir.” Emily’s voice trembled. “That’s not me.” Adrian stepped closer to her. His voice was calm. “Yes.” Ryan blinked. “…Wait.” Daniel stared at Adrian. “You’re saying—” Adrian finished the sentence quietly. “My mother made Emily the heir.” Sophia stood up from her chair on the screen. “You’re lying.”

“You are cured then Sir, your ailments?” “Of course I’m not,” he snapped, limping across the soft oriental rugs to gaze out of my white sash windows. “I need an heir for the Tarrick Estate to avoid it going down my hateful brother’s line.” With a shuddering cough he added. “We know these cures aren’t working, and you aren’t getting any younger.” Riled inside at the idea of four-and-twenty being considered old by the withered grey man before me I nodded vacantly.

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

Holding her in his arms, Demrid introduced her proudly. “Ladies and gentlemen, meet Hayley Davis, my little princess. She is the sole heir to the South Kingdom. My daughter is the reason I made it back to the ground!” His announcement broke all hell loose, unleashing the madness, the viewers were startled to listen to him. Until now, Demrid was seen in public with my precious honey, but nobody could guess that she was his daughter due to his mate’s death. So, they flooded the comment section with congratulatory messages, welcoming the new heir to the throne. Demrid took this celebration to the next level and spoke happily.