Heir To Edenbrooke Novels & Stories

Nathaniel answered. "Okay, I'll do just that." His mom responded. Few seconds later his father's voice came up. "Hello Nathan, what is it?" "Dad. I have something important I need to tell you." Nathaniel sounded urgent. "What is it? Hope there is no problem with my company?" His father asked. "No, I want to take a leave. I.. I have something important to do back in Washington. You know Isabella Asher Queen right? The current heir of Queens empire?" Nathaniel asked.

Heir. Fear moved through me then in a different shape than before. Not abstract. Not philosophical. Immediate. If Tobias Viremont still lived, then I was not some nameless stranger who might pass through the Outlands unnoticed. I was his offspring. His heir. The child my mother took from him and carried back across the barrier. A stolen claim. A missing bloodline. Something more dangerous than I had ever imagined myself becoming.

“That’s why I’m blackmailing you right now—if you don’t rest, I will say it more.” “What kind of blackmail is this,” Sophie smiled. Soon, her eyes were closed, and her breathing steadied. Edmund breathed a sigh of relief as he walked back to the sofa. He studied his tablet, and various informations of Adrian was there. He read a bit before snorting. “You will regret doing this to us, Beckett.” Edmund was kind. He was compassionate, and the elders were unsatisfied because of that. They deemed him unfit to be the heir because he lacked that cruel edge necessary to lead.

Eden sighed and looked at Taliesin, "You told me I had an agenda. I succeeded, but placing this impulsive woman in the castle was a part of it. If I was going to reunite the two thrones of the moon, getting rid of the heir would have been a goal. His grandfather likely gave me enough information to pitch both options as options and ingratiate myself into her forces as a half-breed." Laurel watched him looking between Delia and Basil for a few moments. It was so strange to see such an expression on his face. So strange to see this very different personality inhabiting Eden's body. She was sure she was focusing on this new Eden to keep the terror and shock at bay. Laurel swallowed through her

"Yeah. By the time they found a relative who could take me, it turned out to be Hugo. They hadn't updated their will or trust or anything to account for me yet. So, after going through the phonebook of names that was my family tree, it was great-great-great uncle Hugo who had the time and money to have an infant in his house." I blinked in awe at the amount of information Eden shared with Nik. But I said or did nothing to bring her out of her story. Nik nodded slightly. She looked around the table again. Leaned back over to Eden. "That sucks. I'm sorry. Was he good to you?" Eden smiled as she took a quick bite of her sandwich. She shrugged again. I knew well the fury that rose from that litt

Well, considering how handsome, rich, and successful the Lawson family as the heir. Scott isn't like them. She is completely different from the others. 'Wow! So, what did I think about that was true? Do you fucking doubt you can get her and win the bet? WOW!! This is the first time, and this is a fucking rare occurrence!' After his over-the-top reaction, Kenn couldn't say anything anymore. He immediately clapped his hands, admiring the figure of the servant who was increasingly attractive and very unusual in his opinion. Even though it lowered his pride, Liam really had to admit that.

She is a kind and proper woman so he lets her enter his world. "So you're managing your own business, son?" Mildred's mother asked him, as they sat in the living room. "Yes, Aunt. But that's not mine, it's my Parent's Property." Ethan answered Mildred's mother. "You are so humble, Ethan. Of course, that's yours too, because you're their son. Especially since you were in charge now and maybe especially if you have a family too, right?" "Um… maybe." Ethan just shrugged. Lia came from somewhere and suddenly chuckled a bit.

"From the very beginning, the heir was the one in Stella's belly!" "This was just an unacknowledged bastard, a creature no one wanted. Why should he have been born?" "So he could live his life branded as a 'mutt'?" I was a walking corpse, shuffling toward the future Don, leaving a trail of scarlet on the floor. Each step left a bloody footprint, a gruesome trail of what we had lost. I stopped right in front of him and asked, my voice devoid of emotion. "Tell me, who was ever looking forward to the birth of the true Gallo heir?"

I turned to leave, but Brooke strode over in her high heels, intercepting me. "I... umm. I have one more thing to say. Don't take this the wrong way." She pointed a manicured finger toward my throat. "You should conceal the mark on your neck when you come to the High Tower. It’s unpolished. You should also take precautions. Neither the Walker Line nor Grant himself can afford the fallout of an unplanned heir." I had layered heavy foundation over the hickey Grant had left, so even my mother hadn't noticed. But Brooke had been watching me like a hawk.

Rebuilding required a steady hand, and she would not abandon it. Instead, she sent Nathan Cross and Ivy Cross. Alessio noted, privately, that this meant Damian would be sitting across from Nathan again. Damian noted it too. He said nothing. Holt was… complicated. The Holt heir, Aurelian Holt had been summoned. Aurelian did not come. Instead, his father arrived—Lord Edric Holt, the former patriarch. Older now. Thinner. His health brittle enough that even walking into the capital was an act of stubborn pride.