Novelas y relatos de Jennifer Lynn Barnes Inheritance Games Book 5

Coming back to this city isn’t easy. My wounds haven’t closed, not really. The owners of Smith & Hale may be sitting in prison, but their ghosts are still out here. If they get rid of me, the whole case becomes easier to bury, and with the father I never acknowledged, Peter and Sofia might slip through the cracks again. But I had to return anyway. Some people need to be reminded where they stand. Jenny isn’t my weakness, she’s the only person who keeps me steady. And anyone who reaches for my strength gets hit back with equal force, that’s how the world works.

“She will never let me go willingly. I know that. She sees me not as a son, but as a loose thread in the perfect tapestry she has woven. If you are reading this, it means she caught me trying to pull that thread. It means she chose the tapestry over her own son. Do not mourn for me. Fight for me. The truth is my only legacy now.” Ashton’s hand on her back tightened, a silent promise. “She thinks all my weapons are gone,” Avery read, her voice growing colder, harder, as she reached the final paragraph. “But she is wrong. To fund my new life, I spent months gathering my real inheritance. All the proof of my father’s—and now her—financial crimes. The secret ledgers, the blackmail payments to po

Janette’s eyes flicked toward Dean in confusion. Lucas, standing behind the line of officers, frowned. “What do you mean?” Dean glanced at Janette, then slowly circled around Liam and Janette, carefully not making any sudden moves. “There was never a paper will.” Liam blinked. “What?” Dean folded his hands behind his back. “There is an inheritance. Yes. But the proof of heirship… isn’t on paper.” He turned to Janette and gestured toward her. “It’s inked on skin.”

After saying that, she looked up and said in an icy tone, “I’m curious. Mr. Carter, why do you want to kill me?” Ben smiled and pursed his lips tightly. He obviously was not willing to answer. Since he did not want to talk, she could do it. Harmonia’s expression turned cold, and her beautiful face exuded an air of coldness as she said, “My grandfather has an unresolved and substantial inheritance explicitly designed for his direct descendants. However, the heir to this inheritance had yet to appear. However, a woman driving a Lamborghini finally came to claim the inheritance that day. You knew that all the villas in Area 1 belong to my grandfather.”

Lucas inquired and Zendaya nodded happily. "Will you call me daddy now?" He asked and she shook her head. "But I promised to do what you wanted," Lucas cried out. "I never said I would call you daddy if you did what I wanted," Zendaya pointed out and Lucas' mouth dropped wide open as he realized he had just been played by his own daughter. It seems Zendaya had inherited his shroud business skill from him and that made him proud. "Well played," he said and she giggled in excitement. They arrived at the mansion and Zendaya Immediately headed to her room in which Kiandra was staying.

There used to be staff working day and night to keep it as new as it was from the day it was built, but now it's just me, Gareth, and Kira, the housekeeper he decided to keep. Even with my slow pace, the sound of my flip-flops still bounces on the wall adorned with intricate golden motifs. I plan to move out soon, this place is so close to driving me insane with how empty and desolate it is. The good news is, I no longer have to think about money because I have my inheritance funds now. As I slip into the kitchen, I find Gareth seated behind one of the counters with a cup in his hand. The Villa is vast, and I haven't run into him after his confrontation at the will reading. He catches me bef

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> But her search history told a different story. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She'd been researching the Nightbane fortune. Looking up property values, stock holdings, company assessments. She'd visited forums about inheritance law, read articles about displacing adopted children from wills. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She'd even looked up Lyra specifically, social media stalking, reading articles about the gallery, finding photos from charity events. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> One search term in particular caught Damien's attention: "How to prove adoptive child is unfit for inheritance."

He fell silent for a moment, clearly deep in thought. “I have to admit something,” he replied briefly. “What?” I felt uneasy. “That inheritance has diminished, and of course, it has been used to cover all of Jenny’s and Fred’s needs. Isn’t that reasonable?” he answered nervously. Beads of sweat were clearly visible on his forehead and the sides of his face. His eyes avoided mine. He was clearly lying. “How great were Jenny’s needs that they required dipping into her mother’s inheritance? This will list an enormous sum of money, a company, and several rental properties. Where did the money from the company and the rent go?”

After all, even though I had always been obedient and gentle, I had zero tolerance when it came to betrayal. “Yvonne, do you really understand?” I nodded, curling my lips into a bitter smile. “Zayn, we both have to think of the family. I understand you need an heir. After all, the Levine mafia empire is vast. Someone has to inherit it. “If you think it would be easier, you can bring Whitney home so that she’s cared for. That way, I’ll feel reassured too.” Joy spread across his face when I said those words. He let out a long sigh of relief.