Heirs Kdrama Novels & Stories

But then again, he didn't have expert knowledge on the recent happenings, so he was forced to agree. “They’re calling it Luna’s Wrath,” he continued. “They’re wrong.” A chill slid down my spine. “Then what is it?” Rael stepped closer, voice dropping. “Inheritance.” The word struck harder than any accusation. I laughed once. It was sharp, brittle. “I don’t come from anyone important” He keeps forgetting I'm an orphan. “You don’t know where you come from,” he corrected. The room trembled. Not physically, but inside me. The light flared in response, climbing my arms in thin silver veins.

¶ I read it again. And again. Then I opened the second link. By Pack Insider. ¶ The word around the upper circle is that a certain heir's new "mate" is a former bartender from the lower districts with no status and no business being anywhere near a founding bloodline. "She showed up out of nowhere with a child that happens to look exactly like him‚" says one source close to the situation. "You do the math." The heir's former fiancée‚ a prominent figure in eastern trade‚ is reportedly devastated but maintaining her dignity. Unlike some people.¶

Mr Pierre was talking to someone behind the door, his voice loud. Curious, I carefully strolled closer to the door, standing beside it. “You will do exactly as I have ordered you," Mr Pierre said, his tone sharp and firm. It was an order—one that left no room for argument. “I will not," the second voice said, deep and firm. It was unmistakably Conrad's voice. “Tristan is old and wise enough to help himself out. Why should I always clean up his mess or help him?” "You don't have a choice. He is the heir of the Pierre family. You should do your work as the second son. You are born to serve your brother.”

But the King would fold his hands and bow to the law. He would be there too, to witness it all and try and sniff out where the Gem might be. "Now, Summer. Let's start with a few basics. This here is Hydra. She will be your handmaiden. She will be with you at all times during your time in the palace." "So, if you're thinking of a way to escape or run away from our agreement, it's best that you put away such thoughts." "Hydra wouldn't hesitate in silencing you if you compromise our plans."

Silviana then rose from her chairs and run to the coridor. "Are you sure about it, Father? Duke must be not that stupid to exiled his sole heir," "Well, to be exact, the one who will inherited the title is that girl's husband. Or he can asked his younger brother, Grant Lancia to take over his place." "Younger brother? I've never heard about him." "Yes, of course. They were fight for two decades because of a woman but I heard Grant is became an Earl in some other place." "What? So they was in love with the same person?"

When Henry saw me, he sized me up from head to toe before saying directly, "Ms. Summers, come, take a seat. The Fenton family would like to make a deal with you." Henry placed his teacup down and continued, "In this generation, there is only one heir to the Fenton family, Stephen. His mother was injured during childbirth and couldn't have more children. My wife and I have worried about it for years." I understood immediately. I lifted my gaze to meet his. He nodded. "Name your terms. Our family can afford them." Stephen sat next to him, not saying anything but not objecting to them either. I lowered my head and thought about it for a while.

It was unsettling. “Well,” Rowena began, clapping her hands together. “I have wonderful news. Alexander will be naming Elias the heir at the birthday gala.” My stomach sank. “What?” “It’s happening, Luisa.” She said my fake name with a smile, like she was sharing a secret. “My son will be the heir to the Banks legacy. Can you believe it?” No. No. This was happening too soon. How old was he and he wanted to announce his son to the public now. Didn’t he know what that meant?

Alexious laughed and hugged her back, then pressed a small pouch of dried herbs into her hand. "These will help you sleep when you're away from home," he said seriously. "My grandmother taught me to make them - they're for good dreams." Hera watched them with a soft smile before turning to address both parents directly. "You've shown us that strength isn't measured by power or immortality, but by the love you give to others. My daughter will grow up knowing this truth because of you." Elias nodded thoughtfully, his gaze moving to where Alexious was helping Eirene tie her small nest securely to the side of their traveling basket.

"Thank God you were so pigheaded. Otherwise, I might've actually married you—a fraud. "Now, even if you got down on your knees and begged me to marry you, I wouldn't be interested. The man I'm marrying is Arthur. He's the real heir to the Harrison family. As for you—" She looked me up and down, her eyes filled with contempt. "No matter how capable you think you are, you're still getting thrown out." My mom let out a cold snort. "Look at you now. If you'd just listened to us from the start, you wouldn't have ended up with everyone turning against you."

At the reunion dinner, my adopted brother, Isaac Johnson, whispers in my ear, "The Johnson family only needs one son. You're just a country bumpkin. We don't need you here." I think he's right. So, I run straight into traffic at the intersection. My family is terrified. They rush over and manage to pull me back from the road. My sister, Rebecca Johnson, turns pale with anger and warns me not to upset Isaac again. I obediently nod. Then, late that night, I turn on the gas and leave a suicide note. "It's my fault for upsetting Isaac. I'll take the whole family to heaven with me. None of us will ever have to suffer again." My family stares at me as if I've gone mad. Later, at a party, Is