Inheritance Book Paolini Novels & Stories

Helena's eyes widened. "You mean..." She answered but paused. "He designed for human expectation." Althea finished with a nod. The room became completely silent. Althea looked down at the journals and her eyes saw another sentence from the journal. She picked it up, reading aloud. “Only one who recognizes both patterns and behavior deserves to inherit what lies beneath.” She read and then stopped, her pulse thundering as she is getting the meaning. “Helena, Alessandro was not writing about buildings.” Helena whispered, "He was writing about people."

" His words made me sick. I grabbed the cane he had used to beat me and brought it down hard on his back. "Ahhhhh!" He scrambled away through his own filth. I struck him again and again, returning every blow he had ever given me and Vera. When he lay on the floor barely breathing, I pulled out a suicide note and pressed his bloodied handprint onto it. I cleaned up the scene and had men put the barely living Silvano into a coffin. I held a grand funeral for him. The Toscano family had gone bankrupt, but unfortunately, the Volpe family still managed to suppress the scandal.

- Chapter 26: Favour & Tip - Darius's P.O.V Dinner went on without a hitch, I was a little surprised Elizabeth hadn't tried to insult me or Amoy. Maybe the discovery of her most prized grandchild's company going bankrupt left her more flush than she was willing to admit. I silently watched as everyone gathered around the piano watching Olivia play a sweet melody. She was also another one of Amoy's competitors, I only knew so little of her, though her parents, Joseph and Kayla never stopped bragging about her fashion business.

A formation lit up on the ground as he then exploded from the complexity of the Manual and his Soul not even remotely close to deal with the weight of the manual lashed out in every possible way. There was a reason elders and parents prepared for legacies before allowing offspring to take them. Or to pass over to them. A big appetite can get you killed. With Ren delivering the Manual the same way he received, all at once, the Emperor was lucky his soul and mind weren't crushed by the wandering Ion forces that gathered the moment on contact.

I was hungry but I really wanted to see him first, and I’m sure he’d like to join me—us. I smiled down at my practically flat stomach as I placed one of my hands over it. The first heir of the Morello family. I’m so grateful that the two-timing hoe wasn’t carrying Padrino’s child too. I wanted it all. Before this nightmare, I had claimed everything having to do with him as mine, and nothing’s changed. Padrino was made for me. Only me. Mine. I opened Padrino’s door, not even bothering to knock, and made my way inside.

In front of all the guests, they announced that they had finally found me, their biological daughter who had been switched by an evil nanny. They also said that to compensate me, they had already prepared an inheritance transfer agreement. As long as I signed it, I could inherit everything immediately. After saying that, they took out the agreement and handed it to me. "Sweetheart, can you accept this as compensation and forgive us?" I held the pen as flashes of my past 20 years went through my mind. I had worked multiple jobs every day and was humiliated by all kinds of customers. But once I inherited this billion-dollar estate, I would be able to live comfortably and never have to give up

The masked man replied, “Because the Holy Book belonged to me in the first place.” “What?!” “Your father was the one who had stolen its core, and then passed it on to you.” “Huh?” Alex almost believed him. However, soon, he remembered that it was the legacy from his ancestors, something that belonged to the Rockefeller family. It was the same as having a bloodline inheritance, Guilherme and Yuno could even testify to this point, and it definitely wasn’t the core whatsoever of the Holy Book. Just then, there was no more road in front of him unexpectedly.

No daylight, no damn ventilation, just me, four walls, and the lingering scent of piss and betrayal. I wasn’t chained up like some criminal. No, they wanted me alive enough to bleed slowly. I clenched my jaw, as my thoughts drifted somewhere else with blood crusted at the corner of my mouth, the metallic taste making me growl. The only thing ringing in my head louder than the news broadcast was one word: Alessia and The White Book. That file was my damn insurance policy and my last resort to destroy everything that existed in the Mafia Family. A powerful ledger so vile, so goddamn explosive it would make the FBI piss their pants and make the Mafia run for cover.

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Alessandro "The Devil" Costello, El Padrino. I shook my head, nope, not going to believe it unless I talk to him myself. I made my way out of the kitchen and went straight to the library. Since I had nothing to do, I settled on reading a book. I surveyed the huge library and finally found a book that seemed interesting enough to read. "Mafia and Mafiosi by Henner Hess" With a book in my hand, I walked back to Alessandro’s seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.

Just one: Inheritance. She stared at it. Inheritance wasn’t about capital. It was about ideology. Control versus transparency. Protection versus exposure. Love versus architecture. Inside, Alessandro’s phone vibrated. Dante’s response. He read it slowly. Then looked up at Elara. “He agreed,” he said quietly. “To what?” she asked. “To the summit.” Silence. “He wants it at the townhouse.” Of course he did. Legacy ground. Elara nodded once. “Good,” she said softly.