Heir Drama Novels & Stories

Something that was waiting for an Heir. To Be Continued...

I looked at Damien Chen properly for the first time since walking into the room and found him already looking at me with an expression that was completely calm and completely unreadable, the same calmness he'd had standing in the rain with an umbrella, like a man who was very rarely surprised by anything. My father cleared his throat. "The agreement," he said, "stipulates that Mr. Chen will marry the eldest Harrington daughter. We had naturally assumed—" "I want to marry you, Celeste." Damien said it without doubt in his eyes, like he had already made up his mind on what he wanted. I stood up abruptly. The chair scraped back behind me and I was on my feet within seconds, my hands finding the

I doubt I’d want anything from me. I should ask his parents. Allister’s parents treated me better than I expected them to. They don’t exactly trust me with family secrets, but they do treat me like a daughter in law and they love their granddaughter. They’re happy with Leah and the Heir to the Cross empire. Aalayah Cross is the sole heir to not only my Foundation, but the Cross empire, Dean and Lucinda said if she wanted there will always be a place for her in the foundation. Dean is like the older brother I’ve never had.

She had drifted into sleep, her chest rising and falling in a rhythm that both soothed and unsettled him. His heir. His bloodline. For months, his father’s voice had been an unyielding echo in his head. No heir, no inheritance. No heir, no legacy. Now, the condition was fulfilled. But instead of triumph, Damian felt something dangerously close to, gratitude. Toward her. And beneath it, fear.

Margaret sneered. "Get a grip, Felix. That Vivian girl was just some commoner trying to marry into money. Getting rid of her bastard child is nothing but a benefit to this family." "Bastard?" Felix shot up, his eyes bloodshot. "Mom, do you have any idea who you killed?" He stood, trembling with rage. "Vivian was carrying the one and only heir to the Blackwood family!" Margaret's wine glass froze mid-air.

A girl I barely remembered from a yoga class once commented on one of my ancient I*******m posts with: “Wait. Is your son THE Wolfe heir?” I stood in Lucien’s penthouse kitchen in one of his oversized T-shirts, barefoot and completely overwhelmed. Leo, on the other hand, sat at the island with a banana pancake and a crown made of napkins he’d proudly taped together. Completely unbothered. “Mommy,” he said between bites, “what does ‘heir’ mean?” I blinked. “Where did you hear that?” “On TV.” He shrugged. “Some lady with a lot of makeup said I’m the Wolfe heir. Do I have to wear a crown now? Is it heavy?”

“The rumours have been going round that Rogers heir would not be able to rule over us,” “He tried to force the elders to tell him why and they all said,” “He's not true blood. His heir isn't an original bloodline of our pack. A royal bloodline,” I gasped with my hands over my mouth. “Yes. And we know about the drought curse if a royal less blood sits on the throne,” Stacy replied. “It's happening already. Rogers isn't from Royal bloodline nor is Stella. They are both bringing us to the darkest times,” “It's more complicated than I thought,” I said to myself.

An heir. Some people even started calling him The Billionaire’s Heir—not just for his lineage, but because of his looks, charm, and ease with people. He was every bit the prince in the spotlight—yet the shadows of his past never quite left him. “The night is still young, Duke,” a voice called from behind him. “Why aren’t you down there, dancing with the girls?” He turned slightly and saw Addison, his cousin—twenty-six years old, the eldest daughter of Aunt Danica. She leaned casually against the doorframe, a glass of wine in hand, her dark red dress hugging her curves elegantly.

I whispered, a single, hot tear finally escaping and hitting the back of my hand. "Mommy is so sorry." I sat on the edge of the bed and turned on the small, ancient television set. I kept the volume on mute, the blue light of the screen the only thing illuminating the shadows of the room. My face was everywhere. “LAURENT HEIRESS VANISHES AFTER KNIGHT SCANDAL.” “ADRIAN KNIGHT SEEN LEAVING PENTHOUSE AMIDST AFFAIR RUMORS.” “WHERE IS THE KNIGHT HEIR?”

The cool satisfaction of a man who believes everything is proceeding exactly as planned. I raised my glass in return, my smile flawless. I hope you can still smile like this, Dominic. Three days from now. When your heir is gone— and you finally understand what it cost you to underestimate me.