Inheritance By Christopher Paolini Novels & Stories

she murmured. “No.” I lifted my head, and determination flickered in my golden eyes. “I’m not running from my fate this time. I have to be able to. I’ll mate with Lorenzo Greco, and I’ll give him an Alpha heir... half Bianchi.” I said it with more courage than certainty. Mom stared at me for what felt like forever, her eyes trying to say a thousand things she’d swallowed for years. “I know you’ll do it. You’re Pietro Bianchi’s daughter, and a Bianchi might lose a battle... but never the war.”

When his windpipe was cut, his hands tried to cover the wound, but soon only his body's instinctive twitching remained. Gaspare collapsed. Before I left, I dragged his corpse away from Vera's grave. Someone as filthy as him did not deserve to die in front of such a good person. Through the white mist of early morning, I placed a paper crane I had been clutching onto Vera's grave. It was the first gift Vera had given me when we met. After Gaspare's death, all the port shares and distribution channels across the state were redistributed. The Volpe family foundation's shameful practice of using students for sexual bribery transactions was also exposed, which made them the target of public outra

Orson gently pushed Gillian aside, his face full of kindness. "Your mother just missed you too much. That's why she got so emotional. Don't be scared. I've already contacted a lawyer. Once you come home with us, you can sign the papers right away and inherit our billion-dollar inheritance. Consider this our way of making it up to you." The fear inside me hit its peak. I quickly pulled out a strand of my hair and shoved it into their hands. I made up an excuse about waiting for the DNA results before going back with them, so there wouldn't be any false hope, and then I bolted without hesitation.

She explained to Lora. “Or you think it’s the Bellini brothers? They’re the ones taking my belongings right?” “Cole is a Bellini?” Lora feigned surprise. “But your friend just said that!” Brittany retorted. “At first I thought Pietro was just a farm supervisor it turns out he’s the next in line to inherit the winery, I was so dumb to not have noticed” “Who’s Pietro?” Lora asked genuinely confused this time. “Pietro is Cole’s brother, his younger brother, I have a feeling he’s next in line to inherit the family fortune since Cole has been kicked out of the family registry,” Brittany said.

My father looks up at me, curiosity flickering across his face. "It's about the family inheritance. As most of us already know, our grandfather, Bartholomew Cross, founded the Cross Enterprise, and in his will, he wrote out some shares that would be inherited by his first great-grandson, which is Ezra. We—" "Adrian, we've talked about this before, and I told you that an illegitimate child cannot inherit my father's shares." My father stands to his feet, his voice echoing through the living room like thunder. "But it is written in the will," I say.

Christopher had asked, refusing to believe the words of Benedict. “He did not want you to react this way,” Benedict had answered. Christopher had shaken his head in disagreement; it didn’t sound like his father at all. “So why can’t I just pay him off at once and get him off the Empire’s funds?” Christopher had asked. “That would go against the contract they both agreed on and signed, Christopher,” Benedict had said. “And unfortunately, your inheritance and the company your father left behind are tied to this. If you fail to abide by this legal contract, that means you are saying that you are ready to give up the Empire completely,” Benedict had broken the earth-shattering news.

(Out with it then,) Dante snaps, still sour that the only thing he inherited from our father was his name while Sasha got it all, she was the last person we expected to get this much of an inheritance. “Romeo,” (Romeo,) she says, her words sparking a deafening silence. “Devi scherzare.” (You must be joking.) Uncle Pietro slams his palm against the table. “Ha due anni!” (He’s two years old!) Sasha shrugs, “È un figlio di questa famiglia.” (He is a son of this family.) She tells him, “I vostri argomenti più grandi erano che io sono una donna, quindi vi sto dando l’erede maschio che tutti meritate.” (Your biggest arguments were that I’m a girl so I am giving you the male heir that you all deser

What the fuck was going on? A blood oath? All of this just to keep my mouth shut and not say what I just saw?! "Plus", Paolo looked up at his younger carbon copy and patted his back. "I need grandchildren. I'm not getting any younger", he sighed and made for the door. "Congratulations in advance", he said and left. Was this man crazy?!! How could I get married to someone who I didn't know?!! Wasn't Enzo going to say something?! Why the hell was he falling through with his?!

"Yeah! That's right! I wanted the moon. What gave you the right to refuse? I treated you well, and you and your father still guarded yourselves against me. You never saw me as family! So what if I planned for my own future?" "Oh, nothing. Your ten-year sentence is your answer," I replied. Villains always had their own twisted logic. Arguing with them was pointless. My eyes softened with fake nostalgia. "There was something I planned to tell you after visiting your house, but I never got the chance. "My father told me that when you agreed to sign that prenuptial agreement, you passed his test. The prenuptial agreement wasn't even real. "He had already set aside a million-dollar wedding gift f

Clearing his throat, Lucien addressed the room: “This is the line Marchesi has followed for centuries. The bloodline is not the only driver—it’s what’s always mattered. Not marriage. Not adoption. Blood.” A few heads nodded, those closest to the truth. Cristiano stepped forward but he spoke through chaperoned calm. “What you see validates lineage. But I carry the name through marriage and purpose. I build on tradition—secure our region with projects and jobs.” Lucien did not respond. He returned to the documents and traced red lines: each name releasing heirship to him. Court rulings already cited him as legitimate heir after Giorgio’s testament. Silence followed. Cristiano cleared his throa