Inheritance Book Novels & Stories

According to Ryan’s investigation, the Schmidt family really had a daughter who died young, and the cause of death was hereditary heart disease. The reason I disappeared from the world was that I took her place. But this did not matter anymore. After all, all the properties of Schmidt Corporation that were transferred overseas had finally been given to me. Although I could never step out of the mental hospital again, this time, nobody could bully me again.

I don’t even know why, it shouldn’t matter who they are, but the fact that she destroyed my one bit of peace should be enough. He frowns, looking at the destroyed canvases. And then he steps past me, walks up to one and lifts up the torn piece as if to make it whole. My father’s face stares back at me. His hard eyes, his strong features that I inherited instead of the delicateness of my mother’s. I wonder if that’s sometimes why he spared me. Why he didn’t have me put down the minute he realised I was a Mutt, that, because I resembled him in looks, that was the reason he couldn’t spill my blood.

The kitchen was completely still. "Howard," she said. "Yes." "What is it called?" A pause. "Victoria named it," he said. "Before she died. She gave me the title along with the instruction to write it." He paused. "She named it in 2008 when she told me about the consortium clause and what she had done to protect you from it." He paused. "She said: call it The Ashford Inheritance. She said: because the inheritance is not the money and it is not the empire and it is not even the building. The inheritance is the story. The full story. Written so it can be read. Written so my granddaughter understands what she comes from and what she survived and what she built." He paused. "She said, that is the

He began. Here it was, the topic I'd always tried to avoid all my life. My step grandfather, the only person who loved and shew me kindness had passed away and transferred all his assets to my name. Richard and my mom had decided out of the blue that ‘i didn't deserve anything.’ “Yes, I’ve heard,” I said. “The inheritance rightfully belongs to me. It was willed to me by Grandpa.” “Grandpa was not your biological grandfather,” Richard sneered. “He had no right to leave his assets to you.”

~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY “Legacy is not what you leave behind. It’s what you prevent.” “The best men don’t try to survive the war. They try to make sure their sons don’t have to fight it.” —Lorenzo

The fake orange flames flickered, casting animated shadows on their faces. “Listen to me, young man,” Grandma was the first to speak, enunciating each word. “No one inherits anything when I’m still alive.” She slowly got up from her position, leaning forward so she was inches away from Liam. “Inheritance means I’m dead.” She jabbed his forehead with her index finger, gritting her teeth. “So, you can forget about it and continue being the good boy I raised.” she glared at him before stomping out, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

A direction. She thought about Esme saying *support first, then the next part, then you look, then you know.* She thought about Lyra saying *you build it and then you let it go.* She thought about what it meant to have daughters who had absorbed the method and made it theirs and were already, at six and two and a half, carrying it forward. She thought: that is the inheritance. That was always the inheritance. Not the rulings. Not the cases. Not the firm.

I nearly crushed my phone in my hand. One photo after another flicked past my screen, and then I saw it: Serena Ashford’s necklace. That ruby pendant was our family’s heirloom. It had been passed down for more than a hundred generations, but now it was hanging around the neck of an outsider? I remembered it clearly. On Lila’s eighteenth birthday, I had placed it around her neck myself. My pulse thundered as I dialed the number for Lila’s university, words spilling out before I could stop myself. I demanded to know about her enrollment.

On my twenty-ninth birthday, I was supposed to be formally announced as the next head of the Ashford family. But before the charity gala began, my mother fed my succession speech into the shredder and replaced it with a written pledge to my sister. "Lydia hasn't had an easy time since the wedding. Announce in public that you're giving her the Harbor Hotel. Think of it as backing her up." It was the first property my grandmother had left me, and the only project I had been allowed to run on my own in eight years. I asked my mother, "And if I'm not willing?" My father looked at me coldly. "Don't forget, you'll inherit all of Ashford one day. She only has us." They had always used the inh

“The old estate.” Ivy frowned slightly. “You mean the one that’s been closed for years?” “Yes.” “That doesn’t make sense.” “It does if you know him.” She crossed her arms. “Then explain.” Sebastian exhaled slowly. Like he wasn’t just explaining a location— But a man. “My father doesn’t abandon things,” he said. “He preserves them.” Ivy’s pulse ticked up slightly. “That estate…” he continued, “…was his first real acquisition.” “Before Blackwood Global?”