Jennifer Lynn Barnes Inheritance Games Book 5 の小説・ストーリー

"Elena was never told about this clause when she inherited." "No," Laurent said. "She was not." "Because Victoria died before she could tell her," Elena said. "That is one possibility," Laurent said carefully. "What is the other possibility?" Elena said. Laurent was quiet for a moment. "The other possibility," he said, "is that Victoria deliberately did not tell her. Because the renewal clause requires knowledge. If the heir operates the business without knowledge of the clause, the renewal is not triggered." He paused. "If Elena has been running the Ashford Collection for twelve years without knowing about the clause—"

They couldn’t linger here too long, as others might beat them to it. Wars were raging in many places, forcing the younger generation to fight for their lives. If they succeeded, they could claim the inheritance in their respective areas; if they failed, they would walk away empty-handed. Although the final battle on the battlefield hadn’t yet taken place, everyone was doing their best to strengthen themselves so they could survive on the battlefield until the very end. That’s why this game—which shouldn’t have been so easy—now had to start all over again. “They’re really so passionate, hahahahaha! Such good young people, good… good… I hope you satisfy me more than anything else!” said the fi

“My personal life is not your business. Stay out of my way.” “Not a threat,” Alex replied. “A reality check. Think carefully about the people you trust and the secrets you keep. They have a way of coming back.” The Caldwell family seems to have a way of frustrating me. “Do you enjoy playing this game?” I said, moving backward. “Someone has to,” Alex said. “And Sebastian… someone always wins in the end.” Without saying anything further, I turned around and walked away.

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.

ADELINE The receipt never left my mind during the drive to the bank. It sat inside Jackson's folder like a tiny piece of paper carrying the weight of my entire future. Every few minutes, I caught myself imagining what could be waiting inside that safe deposit box. Maybe it held the proof Devon had died trying to protect. Maybe it held nothing at all. I hated how hope and fear could exist inside me at the same time.

“He wanted some paperwork only my father had access to. I bargained my life for it, obviously. So long as he didn’t kill me and let me reside in his pack, I’d give him what he wanted. That paperwork just so happened to be on your inheritance.” My inheritance? I looked up at him, clearly confused. My throat was slowly healing, allowing me to choke out a painful response. “Wh—Why?” A cruel smile contorted his face into something hellish, “Because he wanted to know the truth. You have no inheritance, Opal. At least not anymore, you don’t. Lucille has been spending it. All this time she’s been blowing your money. How did you think she started those restaurants of hers? Or that horrendous boutiqu

I suspected it had been used by my step-mother and her pack that had joined Blackwood. I tried to claim my inheritance back time and time again. No matter what I did or what I threatened, they never gave in. I didn’t have the finances to pursue a lawsuit, and they knew it. In the end, that was the only way I was going to get what I was owed. “I don’t need Mr. Baron’s money. Not if you’d give me my inheritance!” I said. “You don’t need the inheritance. Once you’re married, you will have all the money you could ever want,” said Hannah.

The simple wooden cabin was made from forest wood with a slightly worn-out roof; the sturdy chimney seemed ready for the upcoming winter. “Madam, are you—” “Come in.” A hoarse and heavy voice greeted Lewis's ears; it belonged to Madam Tsude. A strange aroma permeated the air strongly, like a foul smell mixed with spices. It was a very peculiar smell; a normal person would surely vomit! “It seems the hidden heir has emerged; you cannot defeat him this time.” “Come on, Madam. Think of cunning ways or whatever it takes; give me the best potion. Even if it's strange, I will drink it. I don't want Daddy to give all his wealth to Andy; my influence is also starting to fade.”