Inheritance By Christopher Paolini Novels & Stories

Elena had been in exactly one fight in her life, in sixth grade, when Brittany Morrison said her mother was probably a drug dealer because why else would she work nights? Elena had given Brittany a bloody nose and gotten suspended for three days. She felt that same hot surge of anger now, looking at Dominic Ashford. "I'm not a secret," she said. "I'm a person." "A person who's trying to steal my inheritance." "Your inheritance? I didn't even know I had a grandmother until yesterday."

Since she and Christopher hadn’t gotten around to drawing up a prenup, the law was clear on the rights of inheritance. A will could only confirm that and perhaps designate heirship of smaller, sentimental items. Was there something specific Lois wanted? If so, all she needed to do was ask. Pushing down the bewildered hurt, Vanessa reminded herself she’d never truly understood Christopher's parents. Christopher had often commented that they cared more about their church family than their real one.

“And, now his son seems to want to complete the job for him...” “That's not possible at all. Joel was impotent. He couldn't have children.” Mason was quick to cut Stephano off. It was the reason why Joel was kicked out from his father's inheritance. It was the reason his brother Joel and his stepmother Liliana were kicked out for being useless in providing an heir.

Chris feigned a chuckle as he tried to coax his treasures. “Son…..” Daniel called out feeling irreconcilable. That was his son, why was he sitting in the wrong camp? “Sir, you called out wrongly. I am Christian Walter, first born of Christopher Walter and Emile Burke.” Chris Jnr's words and expression were filled with righteous conviction as he spoke staring to Chris's eyes; he then turned to face Daniel with ridicule written all over his face “Or is it this uncle’s habit to steal other people’s person and property and shamelessly claim ownership?”

The System's voice came through the kitchen speakers, calm and unhurried, as if it had all the time in the world. "Marcus Costello: cumulative high school ranking, fifth. Valentina Costello: cumulative high school ranking, first. Brittany Costello does not meet the eligibility criteria for Costello bloodline inheritance. According to the last will and testament of Giovanni Costello, the family patriarch, Costello assets may only transfer to blood descendants or charitable institutions. The System is bound to enforce this provision." Brittany's face went white. Marcus slammed his fist against the counter. A coffee cup shattered. "This is bullshit. I should have gotten equal shares at minimum.

Madam Rosella replied. At the mention of Patrick, Haylee instantly had her ears wide open to the conversation. She saw Niel sigh heavily and had his expression changed to a stern look. "When my great-grandfather died, the Anderson's inheritance had been split into half for each Franklin and grandpa. They both got the same amount of shares from it. It's not my fault if grandpa happened to know how to run businesses better than Franklin and managed to multiply his wealth even better than Franklin. It was a fair competition. I don't get why Franklin still thought he got the right to have some of grandpa's inheritance. We owed them nothing. Now, he's trying to leech on us for the benefit of his

"All of Nonno's assets and companies? For me?" Nonno nodded slowly. "You're my granddaughter. The only granddaughter I have. Isabella might not be able to receive this inheritance because she left the family long ago. But you are my rightful heir. I've been thinking about this for a long time and have spoken with my lawyer. All the documents are ready." I turned to Alexandro. He only smiled faintly, like he already knew about this. "You knew too?" I asked. Alexandro nodded. "Nonno spoke to me a few months ago. I support his decision. You deserve it."

“Charles gave me that. Take my brothers and sister there and take everything!” The order surprised Pablo. He eyed the key in his hand with a furrowed brow. “You won’t take any part?” “I’m already my father’s successor. If I take his legacy too, I’ll be covered in my own brothers' blood,” Dante said quietly. He shook his head and lay back lazily on the sofa divan. His eyes were closed. Pablo sighed. He looked at Alex, and the man nodded at him. “Alright. I’ll do it for you. They should be happy.” After that, Pablo finally left.

A brilliant, frighteningly intelligent boy who had already demonstrated a talent for financial warfare. He hadn't just been hidden from political enemies. He had been sitting on one of the most powerful financial inheritances in Europe without knowing its full significance. "Claire knew?" "She knew enough." "That's why he wanted Veronica." My voice became dangerously quiet. "Christopher attacked her because of Julian's inheritance?" "He wanted the encryption keys." The memory of the A1 crash hit me. Smoke. Broken glass. Veronica bleeding in my arms. Julian being pursued through a service tunnel days later.