Heir Of Atticus Novels & Stories

Antonio has already told Grassi to take his car back to the clan. "I came to Italy to see my best friend but I think he's not happy to see me", Angelo said with a hurt expression. "I never told you to come", Antonio said and Angelo scoffed. "Still as cold as ice", Angelo said "Sometimes I wonder how you became the leader of the biggest clan in America", Antonio couldn't help but say. "Maybe because I'm a good leader", Angelo smiled "Whatever, speaking of clan; since you're here, who's in charge of the American underworld", Antonio asked. "My father, he said he wants to help me run the clan while I'm here", Angelo said. "Oh", Antonio muttered.

I pull her back up and I can see a bruise already forming on her face. “You’re a dead man” A the guy says grabbing a knife from his pocket. I push River behind me and I grab my gun from the back of my jeans and I point at his head. “You are” - I say and his eyes grow wider as he sees the crown designed on my gun in red. “You’re the heir” - he says stuttering. I tilt my head and I offer him a sickening smile. “You got that right” - I say still pointing the gun at him.

I’m overthinking too much and I can’t stop. Back to the adoption thing, Mr. Lincoln also stated that her secretary will process the necessary adoption paperwork the following morning. He also wanted to change my last name, but I refused because it was the only thing I had from my mother. It was fine for him, but I still should mention his name when someone asks who my guardian is. Brandon also escorted me on a tour of the entire house before sending me to my room, which is next to Bridget's. This house is indeed a mansion. It's incredibly large and overflowing with elegance. Even though Mr. Lincoln told me that I should now treat this as my home, I still couldn't walk around freely because I

He said. "I've been working my butt off for everyone all my life" "And It's time for me to step down and enjoy the rest of my life" I was so shocked. Don't tell me. "It's time to introduce the new successor of Madden Group of Hospitals and Madden Realty Group" No way. Not yet. "Let me introduce to you, my one and only heiress, the reason for all of my hard work. Soline Madden" My mouth dropped. I want to throw tantrums at dad but everyone is looking at me including the men I slept with.

“Copy. Reinforcements coming in 10 minutes.” “10 minutes is too long. Make it 5.” “We’ll do our best, sir.” The little girl looked up at Jorgen, smiling at him. Deep inside, Jorgen wished and hoped nothing would happen to them tonight. After all, this little girl is very precious. She came from an influential family who might and can change the world. The most precious Heir of the Ambroise family. The car continued to speed up, only when the driver lost his focus on the road as the car behind them rammed into them. The driver lost the steering wheel for a second, which caused them to almost crash.

"Hey, calm down. I know what you're thinking, and don't. Think of him as my son, not a potential partner. Not someone I'm going to have any sexual relations with. He's like a son to me. The kid has no family. They were murdered when he was only 13. Me, Tristan, and this little pack are all the family that kid has. He attached himself to Tristan and I because he feels the safest with us. We are the highest ranked, which means we're the strongest. I know you don't trust easily, and you have every right after what you went through." Atticus said and then grabbed Harris' hand and placed it on his chest, over his heart. "I saved this for you. No one else has ever had it, and no one else ever will

Perhaps because she thought I didn't know what was coming, so I just squeezed her hand, trying to comfort her. I knew Cassian would be named the new heir at that party. It was pretty obvious. And I'd been prepared to see it happen ever since Atticus told me he'd managed to make everyone believe he'd killed the Chimera.

I half expected Atticus to demand I change the moment he set eyes on me, but that wasn’t what happened. A knowing grin formed on his face, making him appear several decades younger. His hair was slicked to the side in a respectable combover, and he wore a pin-striped suit that made it look as though he’d been plucked from the 1920’s. “Dressed to kill, I see. You look lovely, Ophelia.” His eyes roamed over my face, then flicked down to the heeled combat boots I had on. “Make them regret hurting my daughter, will you? Just return safe to me, that’s all I ask.”

There was no heat in Atticus's voice, only a profound, crystalline disappointment. "I spent my youth wondering how a man could walk away from his own blood without a single word," Atticus continued. "I was raised to be a political tool, I thought the only way to survive being unwanted was to become someone people were too afraid to leave. And then, one day, here you are. Back from the dead like a bad debt." Atticus paused. For a heartbeat, the predatory light in his eyes softened just a fraction, a sliver of the boy who used to wait by the window, wondering why his father’s scent never returned on the wind.

On the day I got married, my father-in-law personally fastened an obsidian bead bracelet around my wrist. He looked at me and said, "Moses, from today on, you're one of the family. I'll treat you like my own." I had grown up in an orphanage and had never truly had a family of my own. Because of those words alone, I willingly married into the Zeigler family and wore that bracelet for six straight years. Even after it rubbed my wrist raw—leaving it swollen, ulcerated, and oozing with pus—I still could not bear to take it off. Everything changed the day I stopped by my childhood friend's antique and jewelry appraisal studio for a small get-together. The moment he saw my wrist, he turned grim