Inheritance Book 4 Novels & Stories

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"By sending cleaners to kill us on your island? That’s a strange way to show family love." "The cleaners were a test of your resolve, Darius," Ivy said, her voice smooth as silk. "And you passed. You protected my daughter. You showed that you are more than the sum of your father’s sins. But Ethan has already made his choice. He doesn't want your protection. He wants his inheritance." "Inheritance?" I looked at Ethan, my heart breaking. "What inheritance? There’s nothing left but blood and debt." Ethan reached into his coat and pulled out a small, leather-bound book. I recognized it instantly. It was the master ledger, the one our father had kept in the hidden wall safe. The one I thought had

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Her fingers trembled as she lifted it. A slim flash drive. An old one. Military-grade encryption stamped into the metal. And a folded piece of paper, yellowed with age. Handwriting she recognized instantly. Her mother’s. Elara— If you’re reading this, I failed to keep you out of it. I’m sorry. The vault isn’t money. It’s leverage. Names tied to deaths. Wars funded for profit. Men who don’t exist but decide who lives quietly. Locke was never in control. He was a mouthpiece who learned to bite.

Everyone’s phone went off at once. "What?" Liam’s fiancée, Chloe, frowned, moving closer to his side. I looked down at my phone. A blood-red scale appeared on the screen. [Welcome to The Last Zombie: Final Reckoning.] [Detected: 15 members of the Sterling family.] [Objective: Eliminate all zombies. The last player standing inherits the entire family fortune.] [Current Asset Valuation: $12.7 Billion.] The living room went dead silent. "What kind of sick joke is this?" Liam tried to close the app, but the screen wouldn't budge. "Who made this?"

There’s a lot to be done in a place as big as this castle. I take a quick bath, changing into a simple dress from my wardrobe suitable for sitting around in my room. I don’t need anything fancy for that. I pick up a book I’d been reading from the side table, but all I can do is just stare at the same paragraph. I try to read it carefully, line by line, but none of it really sticks in my mind. I end up going back, reading the first sentence again, but it’s useless. All I can do is think of all those awful words April said. I try to put it out of my mind, going back to the top of the paragraph again.

She was beginning to adore how much these gorgeous men desired her. Jessica knew she should have immediately after this incident. Go back to the Moonfury pack to collect the last possessions belonging to her grandmother, and head back to her home in the City. Of course, that would have been the sensible thing to do. Jessica knew she needed to put some distance between the alphas and forget about this prophecy. She thought she should have stayed out of this fight, considering Jack and Lucas were ready to tear each other apart!

The second half of the journal still hadn’t answered my question: How do I get my inheritance? I shook the book in frustration and a small piece of paper fell loose. I leaned over to pick it up, its color brighter white than the rest of the journal’s pages. I hadn’t noticed this while I was sifting through the pages. I unfolded the paper and my mouth dropped open. It was dated last year. Dudley must have thrown this clue in at the last minute, for my eyes only. Here it was, my instructions to receive his inheritance. That tree in the backyard will make you millions. All you need is TruFruit’s cross-breeding process and you’ll be set for life. Upend their share of the market. Make them regret

She needs to know what is hers. My pulse spikes. Leverage. Insurance. My mother didn't just run; she stole something massive enough to keep the Patriarch at bay for twenty years. That’s why we survived in poverty—she was holding a gun to their heads from the shadows. I turn the page, desperate to find what it is. The inheritance is hidden in— I stop. The rest of the page is gone. It’s been ripped out, violently torn from the binding. The jagged edge of the paper is yellowed, leaving only a cruel, empty space where the answer should be.

Isabella stood by the pool, watching him go, her heart aching. The will reading was held in the library. Isabella sat beside Sebastian, Lucas, and Lily in her lap, her mind still reeling from her conversation with Damien. The lawyer read from a document, his voice droning, the words blurring together. Sebastian inherited the estate. Damien inherited the company. Isabella inherited a trust fund she hadn't expected. "Grandfather wanted to take care of you," Sebastian said, as they walked back to the car. "He didn't even know me."