La Herencia Capitulo 2 Novels & Stories

“What’s this?” Henry leaned back, a small, knowing smile spreading on his lips. “Your inheritance.” Zara’s heart stilled. She hesitated before placing her hands on the wooden surface, a strange chill running down her spine. “Inheritance?” Until now, the only thing she has ever thought of inheriting was the Quinn Group, since for some reason best known to her parents, she was the only legal heir even though she wasn't the only child. Henry nodded. “Kaka wanted you to have it after your once you took over the company after your graduation… but things happened.”

And somewhere beneath the soil, a new seed began to stir, waiting for the rain, waiting for the light, waiting to become something more. The heir had planted her tree. And now the next heir would do the same. THE END

— Only when your Highness said the last words did I realize myself again and regain my composure. — Well, I couldn't help myself since your story contains no proof that we share the same blood! In fact, remembering such a distant day is just ridiculous! I feel very relieved now that I finally realized that there is no chance that I will be your relative! —It is strange to say everything I am thinking about at once. It looks like something the heir would do, but I feel so happy now that I'm sure I just need to prove that the prophecy is false. I have a bright future!

“Mama… she said the other one is awake now. And she’s looking for you.” Savannah held her child close, heart clanging against her ribs. Colton entered, drawn by instinct. “What is it?” “She’s remembering things she’s never been told,” Savannah whispered. Colton looked at Eva’s pale face. “It’s started.” Savannah’s voice was hollow. “What has?” He looked between them. “The inheritance. Not of blood. Of memory.” Eva closed her eyes and said, “The girl in glass is bleeding again.”

She breathed slow and kept her face still. "I also have an heir," he continued, his voice carrying the same even quality throughout. "Celeste produced something I had not thought possible. A natural conception." He tilted his head slightly. "You have produced something similar. A hybrid of considerable power." His pale eyes moved over her with clinical attention. "It raises certain questions about your own genetics. Whether you might prove equally productive under the right conditions." The fire popped. Maya didn't move. "It's worth consideration," he said. "For later." Something dropped in her stomach and stayed there.

Isabella stood by the pool, watching him go, her heart aching. The will reading was held in the library. Isabella sat beside Sebastian, Lucas, and Lily in her lap, her mind still reeling from her conversation with Damien. The lawyer read from a document, his voice droning, the words blurring together. Sebastian inherited the estate. Damien inherited the company. Isabella inherited a trust fund she hadn't expected. "Grandfather wanted to take care of you," Sebastian said, as they walked back to the car. "He didn't even know me."

--- The waves crash. The stars shine. And somewhere inside the house, a child dreams, and two women watch over her. Not because they're afraid. Because they've learned that the inheritance of light — of love, of listening, of staying — is the only inheritance that matters. And they're finally ready to pass it on. End of Chapter 175

After the inheritance was confirmed and the empire was hers and the weight of all of it had settled onto her shoulders like something that had been waiting for exactly her dimensions. She had stood at this window and thought: I don't know if I can do this. She had done it. She looked at the Heritage Hotel. She put her hand flat on the glass. We built it, she said. Not out loud. Inside, where the things that mattered were said. We built it, Carmen. We built all of it. And now I'm putting it down and going to find out what else there is. She stood at the window for a while. Then she picked up the green pen from her desk.

I asked in astonishment. "That gold was inherited by Grandpa from our ancestors, which was hidden from Alamid's knowledge because Alamid was greedy in power he wanted to surpass Grandpa.. but he could not surpass Grandpa until he got Grandpa's wealth which was yours he inherited everything! " "Why just me.. why don't you inherit," He smiled at me. "Grandpa has a superstition believed.. when a woman inherits the thing she keeps.. it won't disappear and it will grow over time. Because when a man is said the result is not good,"

The second I saw the worn leather cover, I stopped pacing. “The Chronicle.” Relief washed through me. Finally. They were looking in the right place. Grandmama always said every search had to begin with the Chronicle. Not end there. But… Begin there. I watched Helen carefully turn another page. She found something. I could tell by the look on her face. Everyone gathered around her. Then she started reading. “With the conception of an heir…” My heart pounded. I hadn’t heard those words in years. “the curse must choose its path…” I quietly spoke the remaining words with her. “to strengthen…” Helen paused. “or to weaken.”