روايات وقصص ضمن Heir Of Atticus

Holt. "Are you going to bring him home or not, Atticus? If he doesn’t come home, then either I will leave with him or I will le---ave you all," the way her voice broke at the end, I felt the pain in her heart. Atticus and I knew that if she left to live with him, she would be dead in no time. There would be no stopping him from hurting her, getting away, and staying in hiding. The way that man was, I don’t even think he cared about money. He would rather stay somewhere, hiding after he has done killing us all, than stay here and see us breathe for money. That’s what makes him the scariest man.

- On the day of the trial, Terry was kinder to me than ever before. Before entering the courtroom, he even embraced me and gently whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, Jade. I won't let you go to prison." I pushed him away in disgust, saying nothing. After the trial began, the judge followed the usual procedures and announced my charges. "Jade Wilson allegedly fled the scene of the crime after causing serious injuries to a minor, resulting in her death. The crime is severe…" The victim's father screamed at me, calling me an evil woman.

Gracie was the treasured heiress of the Fosters, and Lionel was the precious darling everyone in the family protected. They probably would never recognize that the leading cardiologist sitting before them in glasses was the real heir they had once shut out. "I know you're the top cardiologist in the city. Getting an appointment with you isn't easy. But don't worry. Money isn't a problem. As long as you can save my brother, you can name your price." Gracie held a black card between two fingers and placed it on my desk. I lowered my eyes to it, then looked back at her.

It was unlocked. And inside, seated calmly behind a polished desk as if he had been waiting for us, was Atticus Black. Mr. Black. His hair was immaculate, as always, his suit perfectly tailored. He looked up at us with that cold, familiar smile, like we had just walked into his office for a casual meeting rather than to bring him down. “Well, well,” he said smoothly, leaning back in his chair. “If it isn’t Audrey and her merry little band of troublemakers. I heard you were coming to meddle in my affairs again.”

And this time, she spoke a little awkwardly. "Yes, ma'am," Adit replied. "Get used to calling me Mom," Madam Sandra instructed, a little embarrassed. "Yes, mom," Aditya replied without thinking. For him, Mrs. Sandra is a woman he respects a lot, just like his mother, so whatever she tells him to do willingly. Moreover, he had received permission from his own biological mother, and although forced, the life as an heir that he never wanted he had to live today.

No harm can touch him in their ward. Yet no matter how she tried to convince herself, the ache in her chest refused to ease. "Society calls him the miracle heir," Mari added softly. "Lucian is… different with him. Even his rivals admit he has never been so protective over anyone. The boy is shielded from scandal, from politics, from harm. They say Lucian rarely lets him out of sight." Caliste bowed her head, tears sliding silently onto her hands. She had told herself for years that signing that agreement was the only choice that she was too broken, too powerless, too cornered by Lucian's wrath to fight for her right as a mother.

I pressed a hand to my temple. No. Nope. Absolutely not. There were plenty of Black Hollow problems I had prepared myself for. Gossip. Bad memories. Ex-mate trauma. Possibly mold in the Frost house. Telepathic window monsters had not made the list. The silver-eyed thing leaned closer to the glass. The bloody symbol smeared beneath its hand. The voice came again, colder this time. The blood heir lives. Every muscle in my body locked. Blood heir. The words felt wrong and familiar at the same time, like hearing a name I had forgotten belonged to me.