Inheritance By Christopher Paolini Novels & Stories

"There's something else you should know. Victor's legal team filed their motion to invalidate the inheritance this morning. The hearing is scheduled for Thursday." "That's three days from now," Christopher said. "Can we be ready?" "With these letters? Yes. We can prove the inheritance list tampering was a direct result of Vincent Castellano's revenge plot—which was itself connected to Victor's original crimes against the Moretti family. It's all connected. One conspiracy stretching back thirty years." "And Gregory Whitmore's testimony?" Isabella asked. "He's prepared to testify about the coercion. Between his testimony and these letters, we have a strong case that the inheritance should stan

He looked at me, I am sure in his mind he was wondering if I was angry that he had to tell me this now. "Really? Then what about the stories and articles about your family?" I asked. I read a thousand articles about how their father took care of Dax and Xavier when their mother passed away shortly after Xavier's 2nd year birthday. The articles reported that Mr. Salvatore inherited his father's wealth and he used that money to get himself where he was today. And just as his father made him heir to everything that he owned as the firstborn son, he was going to do the same with his firstborn son, Dax Salvatore.

The lawyer kept on reading. "My only son Sebastian Alexander De Hizon will inherit all my businesses including the De Hizon Empire and all The De Hizon Corporations all over Europe and South America. He will also have the Hacienda De Hizon including the mansion and the beach house located in the Switzerland." The lawyer stopped for a moment and looked at Alec. From the very beginning Don Alonzo had make it clear that Alec will inherit all of the De Hizon businesses so they already expected that to hear from the lawyer. Even Patty showed no sign of dissapproval with that. She has no interest in bussiness and she was not against on that.

"Okay, what about Brogan, Talon, Chardonnay, Neo, Brent, Luigi, Carlo, Smith, Thomas, Robert?" I groaned, casting her a glare. "I'm having a baby, Vee. Not someone's grandfather." She mock gasped and threw me a fake offending look. "Well, his paternal grandfather's name is certainly not among those names I just listed." Now it's my turn to be surprised. "Your dad is alive?" I asked in surprise, they never spoke about him. And Vincenzo never told me about his family either so I just assumed he was dead or something. Apparently, I was wrong.

“I owe you the world for this, believe me, I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t been keeping her safe.” “My son did not explain why the child needed to be safe. But when I saw that he sent her with the twins, I did figure that she was of some importance. Now, while I didn’t know what would have benefited from killing the child, I can tell by the pendant around your neck that you are the phoenix and that she is your heir.” She, Esther said, looking at me. I nodded, and Alessandro wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling to his chest. My heart ached, and I knew that even though he missed our child, he was containing himself to manage things, but I knew that he was more than a litt

At Romano’s handwriting at the bottom of a test result. Mine regardless. “Sophia,” I said. “This file. Does it change anything legally. The inheritance. The charges against Romano’s estate.” “No,” she said. “Romano claimed you legally throughout his life. The inheritance question is about his estate assets, not biological relation. This changes nothing practically.” She paused. “It just changes — everything else.” Everything else. I stood up. Walked to the window. Looked out at the street where the others were probably still walking, seven people who had become something complicated and genuine in a very short time.

Just like this one. They all seem to fit so well. They all seem to know their places. As I watch I can see how they’ve all bonded, Finley, Clay and Dante were all born at the same time so it’s logical that they act like a threesome. Khloe was a litter of one, and I guess being the only girl amongst so many boys means she’s had to learn to hold her own. Connor is the youngest and less muscular than his siblings, in fact you could describe him as overweight, but no one seems to mention or even blink when he goes for seconds. The only person missing from this table is Levi. In fact, I don’t think I’ve seen him once since I got here. I glance at Ryker and he gives me a quizzical look.

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.

Just a bunch of codes and big grammars. “Su Pointe’s wealth are usually passed down to their heir first, then the heir distributes some shares of it among the other children—if any,” Zachili starts, “but there has scarcely been any issue of a Su Pointe writing a will, especially one that signs the entire wealth of Su Pointe to someone completely outside the family.” I look at the papers again. Now they’re starting to make sense. “Christopher probably knew Saltusa would use his brother to exploit the wealth. He knew his brother’s IQ rounds off to one number as well.” “So he wrote a will…” I start right before spotting my name. Bloody fuck! “TO ME?”

“But you can’t inherit what you don’t understand.” Mazzo’s pride cracked into temper. “You tell me this now, at our own engagement party?” “I tell you this,” she said, “because it’s the truth. And truth, in this house, is owed before loyalty.” His father’s voice darkened. “This is humiliation.” “This is clarity,” Sasha replied. “And it’s not up for negotiation.” Lenny stepped forward, resting a hand briefly on the piano, as if pressing a note that would not be played. “If you want to proceed, we proceed under new terms. Sasha inherits everything. Mazzo remains… a partner. In name.”