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Theodor, a 29-year-old man, is the first grandson of Gilbert Jansen Burg, the owner of Burg Corporation, and has been named the company's heir. That doesn't necessarily make Theodor big-headed or dependent on his family. Theodor felt he was carrying a Very Heavy mandate, so he always wanted to feel perfect at every opportunity. Theodor was such a genius that his grandfather felt. He had made no mistake in choosing the heir to his fortune. "My grandson, you're finally home. How was the company today?" "Yes, as usual. Very busy." Theodor said. "Good, good. You're a child genius." Gilbert complimented.

I guess it's clear now why his brother has always been ahead of him in the race to become the next Alpha. "I've always been in hell, Wade. The hell that your father put me through when he decided to pick on a smaller pack that only survived on the scraps of the region," I state. "The takeover era, they called it." I walk closer to him, watching as he tries to breathe well. "Now you know all of this and yet you thought it was wise to take me down with what? These inexperienced men? You just wasted their lives for nothing." He looks up at me. The rage was still written all over his face as he does so. "I should have killed you when I had the chance!" he yells.

He'd win anyways. " I won't work on this plan until I get a full proof plan to survive, of coarse after winning. I don't want my fruit to be passed to my cousin, Brandon or someone else." I say after debating with myself. "There's no war ever fought without a sacrifice, Hunter. You may rule this empire after you defeat the Inferno Morto, the organization sitting on the apex of this mafia world for decades." He stands up from his chair and rounds his way to the mini bar. Pouring himself a glass of neat gin, he tilts his head to pass me a wary look," In case, you die fighting for this power game, I want you to make sure you leave an heir behind you, a male heir, who has to continue our bloodli

He was also the heir of the Cedaros who had been rumoured to have died in an internal family war. He was back.

"Kaelen doesn't want me to feel wronged, so he's decided to hold a Grand Naming Ceremony for our son tomorrow. It's a historic event, I know, and as the former mate, you should come and give the heir your blessing, right?" A Mating Ceremony? My head snapped up to look at Kaelen. In our pack, standing at the altar to name the heir was a sacred rite reserved only for the Alpha and his true Luna. By doing this with her, he wasn't just acknowledging the child; he was publicly declaring to the Moon Goddess that she was his partner in life and legacy. Then what was our bond? My stare seemed to make him uneasy. He squared his shoulders defensively.

My Omega instincts hummed with awareness, a warning and a recognition all at once. I traced the edges of the sigil with my fingers. Its curves, sharp and deliberate, carried the weight of history, of lineage, of unspoken power. My gaze lifted to the Warrior, who stood a few paces away, his eyes scanning the horizon even as his spiritual presence resonated with mine. “Who leaves this?” I asked aloud, though I already sensed the answer simmering just beyond the edges of comprehension. “An heir,” he said quietly, the single word vibrating in my mind as though it had weight beyond sound. “A title, not a name. But the blood of Blackridge carries it forward. This… is their first declaration.”

This wasn’t an ending; it was ignition…Adrian’s walk into exile marking the line between survival and resurgence. I whispered to the city: “Your move, Charlotte.”

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.

“Project Helix. The shadow board. Names of politicians, foreign stakeholders, weapons traders—and the backups of Floor 49 before it was scrubbed.” Aiden catching his breath then asked. “Why would you give this to me?” Alexander stepped closer. “Because I couldn’t save you before.” He placed the drive in Aiden’s hand. “But you can save him now.” “Who?” Alexander stared into his son’s eyes. “Julian.” — Back in New York – That Same Moment Julian stood at the rooftop of VanDermere Tower, staring at the city that used to feel like his kingdom. Now, it felt like a battlefield.

My stomach clenched, “How bad was the dip?” “Fifteen percent two hours ago. It’s dipping fast; the investors are worried, Ari.” He answered solemnly. I shook my head, “Why is it dipping so fast? He is still alive.” “Yes, but he is incapacitated. The board needs stability.” Victor met my eyes, “You have to step in as the heir.” I laughed weakly, “I’m barely holding myself together.” Victor sighed, “Aria, you are a Valen, Sebastian’s