La Herencia Capitulo 2 Novels & Stories

She hesitated for a few seconds before resolving her will and stretching her hand to reach Lucinda's one. As the two hands touched each other, Lucinda tightened his grip and spoke in a solemn voice. "I declare you Eccentric Thunder's heir." The conditions of his deal were met and the orange rune moved from her torso toward his fingers before entering Yaoyao's body. A torrent of information flowed into her sea of consciousness and she released the handshake as she kneeled on the floor to support herself. "This, this…" She was speechless as the specifics of the inheritance ground became clear in her mind.

My fork slipped from my hand and clattered onto the plate. My mother’s reaction was even bigger—she froze, fork midair, then dropped it with a soft clang. “What?” she asked, voice rising in shock. “Guillermo, what do you mean step down?” “I’m not young anymore,” Father said flatly. “And I will not die at my desk. This company has survived for four generations; it will pass to the next Castillo soon.” My stomach flipped. I didn’t want it. God, I didn’t want it. I already knew where this was going.

she chuckled and he nodded again. “Oh, thank you so much,” she said as she stared at the card. Lucino didn't care about that, he picked up the file that was with him earlier and turned to her. “I started working on getting your inheritance back because it's about time this contract is put to use. Here is a copy of your inheritance but it's still in your stepmother’s name. I just need you to go through it first then I will know what to do.” he said and handed it to her.

I look at her. "Why?" "Magic." She says it like the answer should be obvious. "Girls tend to inherit the magical bloodline more consistently. Boys can inherit it, but it's much less common." She pauses. "So if your mother was part witch..." I stare at her. "Then having a girl first actually makes sense." I think about it. She's right. My parents had me first. And now I'm having a girl. "It's strange." "What is?" "That I've spent my entire life thinking there was something unusual about me..."

Just one: Inheritance. She stared at it. Inheritance wasn’t about capital. It was about ideology. Control versus transparency. Protection versus exposure. Love versus architecture. Inside, Alessandro’s phone vibrated. Dante’s response. He read it slowly. Then looked up at Elara. “He agreed,” he said quietly. “To what?” she asked. “To the summit.” Silence. “He wants it at the townhouse.” Of course he did. Legacy ground. Elara nodded once. “Good,” she said softly.

“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.”

With the added land, our pack would end up big enough for both our children to manage. Promptly at nine o'clock, Perry and Delilah arrived. Daemon and I were waiting in the office for them. "Good to see you again, Alpha, Luna," Perry began. "As you are aware, we have the results of the DNA test. There is absolutely no doubt that you are Luna Mara and Alpha Davide's heir. As their heir and the last of the Silver Wolf Pack, all buildings and lands have become your property to dispose of as you wish." This was as Daemon and I had thought it would be, and there were no surprises.

Her gaze was calm and steady, a striking contrast to the madness raging in Cheryl's eyes at this very moment. On the paper, the lettering clearly indicated that Marion was my wife. Cheryl's sobbing stopped abruptly. She froze and stared at the marriage certificate, then jerked her head up to look at me. "No, this can't be…" Her lips trembled. "You're lying. Nathan, you're lying! There's no way you could've moved on this—" "Why not?" I tucked the marriage certificate away. When I looked at her, there was no trace of vindication from getting revenge, only the distant indifference reserved for a stranger.

“You think I don’t know what he’s doing? I helped him draw the blueprints.” Julian blinked. She smiled. “You’re not the only heir playing a long game, Mr. Vince.” And that was when he realized: she wasn’t Crane’s weakness. She was his legacy. — Back in New York – Same Night Clarissa slammed the door open into the safehouse. “Aiden,” she called out. He looked up from his laptop, eyebrows furled. “What happened?” She held up a burner phone. “Emergency message. One of our contacts from Legal just went dark. But before that—he sent a code. It matches a set of offshore files buried under your dad’s name.”