Novelas y relatos de Jennifer Lynn Barnes Inheritance Games Book 5

There were nights I wanted to change my mind and nights I wanted to find her but I had made a decision that I’m sure was for the best. "You know that's a lie." "Oh, shut up," I snapped back. I stand up and make my way to the bookshelf, filled with both inherited books and new collections. As I reach for a book I haven't touched before, a knock on the door interrupts me. "This better be important," I mutter to myself, grabbing the book and returning to my desk. "Come in," I echo, and Gamma Antonio enters the room. "You again, what do you want?" I ask, my voice laced with irritation.

The bartender comes with my drink and a glass of water and he places it in front of us. “Here you go, sir.” He says and I don’t respond. Robyn turns to the bartender and says. “Thank you.” The bartender nods and leaves. “You know, Mr. Gray…” she smirks, leaning forward as she whispers into my ear, “You’re in luck. I like to play games too and I like them dirty, rough, and… hard,” she purrs, her hot breath tickling the side of my neck as she bites my earlobe.

"But I need this engagement to keep my status as Cornell's fiancée. At least until I deal with my father's family." Elizabeth's eyes followed her the entire way around the room — the ease in her steps, the casual confidence of someone who had walked into enemy territory and decided, somewhere along the way, that it no longer frightened her. Beneath the fury boiling in Elizabeth's chest, something else stirred, thin and reluctant — a grudging flicker of something close to respect. What kind of nerve did it take to walk into the Winchester mansion, drop a woman's most dangerous secret onto a side table like a losing hand of cards, and then stand there smiling like she'd already ordered dessert

~"~ Back at Rathbone Manor, the walls themselves seemed to breathe with malice. Jeremy prowled the shadowed halls like a tempest barely contained. The council’s growing dissent, the leak of information - it all gnawed at his control. In a secluded chamber, shadows gathered. Masked voices spoke of rebellion, of seizing power before Jeremy could destroy them all. A dagger poised to strike in the heart of the fracturing pack. Meanwhile, Lena and her allies moved like ghosts through forgotten paths - safe houses crumbling beneath time, abandoned courtyards overgrown with weeds, veins of secrets pulsing beneath the surface. In the dusty archives of an ancient library, they discovered a ledger -

“Come with me this afternoon to a restaurant, I’ll tell you everything. You need to know about the business, what I’ve been fighting for and what you’re going to inherit” I felt the words get to me, was I really going to inherit all this? I didn’t want his money, but there was something in his tone, like this was my only path and that made me curious. I nodded, I would hear him out for Lena not for me. With the inheritance at least I never have to worry about her treatments since the man she called father doesn’t care if she lives or die. “Fine. I’ll go.” ………….. The rest of the day went by fast. I called Lena as soon as I left the table, needing to hear her voice and remember I wasn't the on

“Ariana Sterling secures guardianship.” “Jackson Sterling, named heir of Robin Sterling’s business assets.” Elara’s stomach dropped. “What?” The head official adjusted his glasses. “As Robin’s only adult son, Jackson inherits controlling shares. As for you, Miss Sterling—you will receive inheritance upon reaching legal age.” Laughter rippled faintly. Felicia smirked behind her mother’s shoulder. Elara shot to her feet. “That’s theft! He wanted me to inherit—” Ariana’s gaze cut sharp as a knife. “Sit down, child.”

My head throbbed and my pulse was sluggish. Across from me, in a second chamber divided by iron bars, Lucas lay unconscious and pale. Lily sat huddled beside him, her small hands covering his chest protectively. “Mom?” she whispered when she saw me stir. I reached out, the chain biting into my wrist. “I’m here,” I said weakly. The door opened and closed as Vincent entered. Clad in black, his silver eyes gleaming with victory. “Well,” he said softly, almost reverent. “The lost heirs have finally come home.”

Footsteps thundered up the stairs. Margaret burst in, her eyes instantly turning venomous when she saw Isabella on the floor. "You bitch!" Margaret pointed at me. "You want to get rid of Isabella's child so your little bastard can be the only heir? I never should have let you stay in this attic!" "I didn't push her!" "She tried to push me down the stairs!" Isabella wailed. Margaret immediately took out her phone. "Dr. Johnson? Get to the Blackwood estate. Now."