Inheritance By Christopher Paolini Novels & Stories

Trinity inquired disgust laced in her tone like the very people she was talking about weren't her family. "It was what your grandfather wanted." Amoy's sister scoffs. "Why on earth would he want that?" "As you know the Tyler organisation has been in this family for four generations and I intend to make it five. So with that being said, my grandchildren will have the chance to inherit the business." Everyone began talking shocked and angry. "You're skipping a whole generation, mother." William's sister Paula states.

Chris said, "Alright, I'll resign tomorrow and step down from my position as the COO of the company. Then, I'll take the shares and wealth Grandpa has left me and live the easy life of eating, drinking, and having fun with you. How's that?" Paige looked at Chris in astonishment. "Really?" Chris raised an eyebrow. "What? Are you not up for it? Didn't you say life is for enjoying?" Paige nodded. "I said that, but that's me. Is that what you want?" Chris nodded. "Yeah, I’ve thought about it, and what you said makes sense. Even if I don't inherit the Jewell Group, as Grandpa's only two grandsons, he won't let me lose out on anything. When it's time to divide the property, real estate, shops, sto

Not for decades. I nodded. “He’s your dad’s eldest brother, from a different mother. An illegitimate son desperate to prove himself worthy of being an Alpha—or stealing the power outright.” This wasn’t a story. It was cold, hard fact. Christopher Gale was the kind of man who exploited weaknesses, and Jacob Wensiker—Claire’s father—had one. After years without children, Jacob finally had Claire. She was the chink in his armor, and Christopher struck without mercy. He brought the greatest Alpha of his time crashing down, taking his legacy with him.

“The person who ordered your father’s death wasn’t who you thought. It’s someone closer. An ally of Dimitri. And it’s tied to the inheritance he left for Lily.” Those words hit me like a punch to the gut. “What do you mean ‘tied to Lily’s inheritance’? Paolo, what are you saying?” “I’m saying that apparently, someone very close to her has your father’s name in their past, and it goes deeper than we imagined. An old alliance... Matteo, you need to look into this more closely.” I gripped the chair, my mind racing. “That name... it’s been used before. I can’t make that connection now. I can’t. When you have more, let me know. If this involves Lily in any way, I need more.”

she asked, worry lacing her voice. “Let me worry about that, my love,” I said gently. “Domenico taught me everything he knows. And I’m not going to sit by and watch if he ever tries to hurt you.” “He also said something… interesting. That he’s more flexible about the inheritance clause. Personally, I think it’s because he needs to outmaneuver Fiametta and Enzo somehow. I’m starting to believe he’s planning to publicly name his successor.” “What does ‘flexible’ even mean?” she asked, squinting.

We have nothing to do with them anymore because all property rights have been given back to them. As I looked at the agreement, I failed to realize from the beginning that there was something strange about the content. Dad made a pact with James Bianchi, grandfather’s stepbrother and not with his own father Salvi Bianchi the rightful heir of Bianchi himself. It makes me even more confused.

They thought it was over till. "Father, we give our biggest condolences to Michelle and Christopher for losing their child. I do not know how it feels but I know it must be painful" she said. Mr Croydon was silent. He didn't say anything till he was done eating. Ginny felt ignored. She just leaned back and stared at Manuel. "Father, the heir to the fortune is dead. We've maintained our most prestigious position for a long time, thanks to... Christopher. He must now hand over the baton to someone capable" Manuel said.

I averted my gaze, unwilling to take any more of Adrian’s death glares. “For years, we’ve celebrated the passing of power from Vasilios to Vasilios,” Paulo declared, his voice swelling with pride. “Tonight, I will hand over that power to my son, Adrian, who will rise as the new Don.” I clasped my hands behind my back, already feeling restless. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a golden object in Paulo’s hands. “Il Segno della Famiglia will finally be his,” Paulo continued, his voice heavy with authority. (The Family’s mark will finally be his)

I paused. “Alessia will inherit everything when they fall.” Paolo frowned slightly. “So… we do nothing?” I let out a quiet, knowing breath. “Oh, we do something.” My eyes darkened. “We wait.” Because when the time came… I wouldn’t just win. I would take everything. “So… we do nothing?” Paolo asked again, uncertainty creeping into his voice. I slowly turned my head toward him, my gaze cold enough to silence whatever else he had been about to say.

“Not the weaker one I mentioned back at the safehouse, Dante. A legitimate one, inherited through the same bloodline you’ve spent your entire life believing belonged only to you.” The chapel fell into a silence so absolute I could hear the distant crash of waves against the harbor outside. I looked between the two brothers, the shape of everything shifting once more—Dante’s burned inheritance no longer simply a gesture of restraint, but the deliberate destruction of a claim that might have made him equally as powerful, equally as targeted, as I now understood myself to be. “Why tell us this now?” Dante asked finally, his voice hoarse. “If you’ve known for years, why wait until tonight to rev