Heir Of Carthage Novels & Stories

"But Dominic—" "Has international ties Marcus can't even dream of." Cassie cut her off smoothly again, repeating the points she and Dom had crafted. "He has connections in Prague, Vienna, Budapest and many more. He understands the European luxury market in a way Marcus never did. And he's hungry to prove himself, which makes him a better partner than someone who's been handed everything his whole life." Margaret blinked, clearly not expecting that answer. "Ask Dad," Cassie continued, pressing her advantage. "Ask him if he'd rather have the son who just publicly proved he can't handle pressure or the son who's been building an empire outside the family business for four years. Ask him which o

"He is the successor of the Marchetti empire! His father is the man who ordered your father's execution eighteen years ago, Vittoria! They hunted us like animals. They are the reason we have been running our entire lives." "What?" Vittoria breathed, her world shattering into a thousand pieces. "My father was a criminal?" "Your father ran the Carvelli syndicate!" Teresa sobbed, grabbing Vittoria's shoulders. "He ruled the entire eastern coast before the Marchetti family slaughtered him and took his throne. You are a Carvelli, Vittoria. You are the last surviving heir of the bloodline they swore to destroy. If Cassian Marchetti finds out who you are, he will kill you to finish the war."

“Answer me. Is this what you want too?” He avoided my eyes at first. His hand tightened around the arm of the sofa, and for a moment he actually looked uneasy. Then he said in a low voice, “Selene is carrying a pup. The pack needs an heir. Once the child is born, I can make arrangements. We can still be together afterward.” He wanted me to step aside, let another woman bear his supposed heir, and then wait until he decided to come back to me. Selene lowered her eyes and rested one hand on her stomach, looking every bit the wronged, delicate she-wolf.

"Yes, Alcides. Octavius is the designated heir, and he is being groomed to carry on Gaius Jr.'s legacy. This is a testament to the ruler's ability to adapt to challenging circumstances and secure his dynasty." The stories of Gaius Jr.'s remarkable rise to power and the unconventional path he took to secure his lineage left Alcides with a deep sense of wonder. He was beginning to understand that the world of rulers and kings was filled with intricacies and contradictions, where legends were forged through both triumphs and challenges.

Carter looked away as he admired the heir and heiress of the Rossie Empire. "Our country was long annihilated by those rogues; your father and I were planning to take it back. Slowly, we are taking it back. Please, my Queen. Your son and your daughter need to take back our small country."

The remains of a shattered world, the kind of man who, in spite of the ashes of his history, could still fight and have hope. Her voice was flat as she enquired, "Who are you?" He rasped, "I’m Kael," in a voice that was hardly audible. "Kael... the last heir of the empire." Zara's throat tightened each breath. The final heir? She gazed at him, her mind racing with incredulity and perplexity. The empire had collapsed. The royal bloodline had been thought to have died in the fire. However, was this man the last of them?

"Maybe we were just owed the other half of ourselves." The crown light pulsed once gold and red, swirling together, neither overtaking the other. I looked at Darius, at Kael, at Caden. "This doesn't end the war by force," I said. "It ends it because there's nothing left to fight over." Caden was quiet for a long moment. Then, slowly, carefully he knelt. Not in submission. In recognition. "Last heir of Varek," he said quietly. "First to reunite the bloodlines in a thousand years."

After assessing their character and literary talent, they could then present a suitable heir to the court. Carissa had considered this as well. Since Hector had been an only child, she had no uncles from his side of the family. Her grandfather, however, had two younger brothers, though they had both passed away. Their children no longer lived in the capital, and she wasn't sure about their current character or reputation. She shared her thoughts on these two granduncles' descendants with Theodore, who simply waved his hand dismissively. "I've already had someone look into them. They're not suitable."

Ada was overjoyed and looked toward the conference room door, seeing the handsome and elegant young man—Logan—walk in. Upon seeing Logan, the group of wealthy heirs from Little Xeottect all trembled subconsciously. It was he who had domineeringly defeated Master Kuzahr at Dante and Isla's wedding. Liam from Siaross and the Harringtons were his subordinates. He was also the heir of a very mysterious "Pearces"! They had all knelt before Logan that day! The scene from back then was still vivid in the rich heirs' minds, and they felt fear at the sight of Logan.

And this time they would have no choice but to accept her. Because of their blood. The whole pack stood up seeing them and then came forward too. Diana didn't give much good expressions to them but she just walked to Delilah and spoke to her. "Only Nathan, our heir, our blood, wanted this to happen. And so you are here in this house. In this pack. But one thing do not forget, Delilah. Never try being a part of it once again. You have lost that place years ago." Diana said in a cold and unwelcoming tone, making Delilah fist her hand tightly.