Inheritors Kdrama Novels & Stories

“Listen to me, Jojo. If I’m not around anymore, take this portfolio to Mr. Frederick at Huicheng Law Firm. “Mr. Frederick will guide you through the inheritance procedures of all the estates under my name, this homestay included, and transfer the ownership to your name. “But, Jojo, you need to do something for me after you accept this inheritance. “It’s Luka. I need you to burn joss papers for Luka every Qingming festival as well as her death anniversary. Clean the room on the first and fifteenth day of every month.” “What are you talking about, Boss?! What do you mean by inheritance? “Why are you giving me your inheritance, Boss? Why are you telling me all this like you’re making a will! “I

Her eyes were cold and filled with hatred, though the strength of it weakened as she coughed a mouthful of blood. Her red and green eyes were filled with pain. Her face had turned ashen and she kept coughing more blood. The excruciating pain wrapped around her body and rocked her slowly toward darkness. The sight of her like this gave him a strange relief. “Blabber all you want, but in the end you are going to die and we will survive. Not only that, the inheritance of your mother will belong to us. I will become the sole owner of all the properties she left for you.” he announced as he stepped forward and knelt in front of her so their eyes met.

“Not just the Reaper anymore.” His grey eyes searched mine, the icy control that once defined him now softened by something deeper, more dangerous love wrapped in obsession. “You did that. The hidden heir stepped into the light and made them all kneel.” I leaned up, kissing him slowly. The taste of him, whiskey, smoke, and possession grounded me. But the final truth still hung between us like a blade. My full role in Marco’s downfall. The scholarship program I had championed, the one that unknowingly funneled money and drew federal eyes, accelerating the betrayals that led to his assassination.

My inbox was flooded with messages warning me to watch out for my boyfriend, Harry Pate. My hands trembled as I opened one of the messages. It was an alert post from a woman who went by "SmallTownGirl". "Please share. We're trying to find a woman named Freya White, a wealthy heiress from Syrinth. Her boyfriend was taking her back to his hometown in Quenvale. "He had gathered several friends to drug and assault her and even planned to film a gang assault to blackmail her family and secure a fortune. Please help this woman!"

“The Frostman family stands for honor and loyalty. Your ancestors fought for this country….and you spend your days causing trouble? How will you face them?” She stuffed another chestnut into her mouth, covering her ears dramatically. “You’re still unmarried at your age. Three forms of unfilial behavior …the worst is having no heirs. How will you face your ancestors?” He nearly choked from anger. “That’s not the same thing!” She stepped closer, whip in hand, tapping it lightly against him before lifting his chin. Her smile turned sly….mischievous, dangerous. “Doctor Quinn… How about this? I’ll marry you. Once I do, I’ll listen to everything you say. You want me to be obedient? Done. That way…

"I-it was an accident that Mr. Lopez and I almost collided in the hallway the second day he came here, I didn't notice that he picked up and read the files." "Then what happened? Did he ask you about it?" She frowned while listening to Liz's explanation. She shook her head. "That same day, someone called me and made an appointment. The caller said that he was willing to invest in KRAS Malditah. So I agreed, I told you right away, and then you and your friends immediately settled this meeting with him and Mr. Castillo. Ms. Kim, I just recognized that he is... your husband. I-I mean your guest last week." She still couldn't look at her directly.

“Don’t make the mistake of thinking this is a private matter anymore. Everything you do from this moment forMonroe is public record. So if you want to win—” “I will win.” She rose slowly. “Then you’d better start fighting like it.” As she turned to leave, her voice softened just enough to sting. “For what it’s worth, I’m proud of you. You’re choosing to protect your family. That’s what your father would’ve done.” And then she was gone. I sat back in my chair, heart pounding. The shadows of legacy, bloodlines, and privilege were closing in. But I had something none of them did.

My hands begin to shake. “This… this says you’re the legal owner,” I whispered. Dongju nods, his face lit with a quiet, satisfied pride. JJ Group — the legacy that was stolen from us, renamed and warped by Auntie Kim — is no longer in her hands. It’s his. My brother’s. The rightful heir. The relief crashes into me like a wave, and before I know it, I throw my arms around Dongju, clutching him as if I might dissolve if I let go. He’s real. This is real.

Her gaze was still fixing on the stretch of the Han River. “I’ll support whatever you decide to do,” said Dae Hyun. “Maybe you can also help take over the company managed by dad.” Qeiza turned to Dae Hyun. “No kidding, Oppa!” she said. “You’re the one who has the right to inherit the company.” Qeiza frowned, staring seriously at Dae Hyun. “Why don’t you yourself take over the leadership of the company?” she asked. “Dad relapsed more and more currently.”

Evelyn inhaled deeply before saying, "He’s the CEO of Eden Entertainment. And the heir to the Dean Group." A beat of stunned silence. Then, Anita nearly choked on her wine. "What?!"