La Herencia Capitulo 2 Novels & Stories

A girl I barely remembered from a yoga class once commented on one of my ancient I*******m posts with: “Wait. Is your son THE Wolfe heir?” I stood in Lucien’s penthouse kitchen in one of his oversized T-shirts, barefoot and completely overwhelmed. Leo, on the other hand, sat at the island with a banana pancake and a crown made of napkins he’d proudly taped together. Completely unbothered. “Mommy,” he said between bites, “what does ‘heir’ mean?” I blinked. “Where did you hear that?” “On TV.” He shrugged. “Some lady with a lot of makeup said I’m the Wolfe heir. Do I have to wear a crown now? Is it heavy?”

“He was wrong. I wasn’t soft. I was just… scared. Of disappointing him. Of not being enough.” She places a hand on mine briefly. “You were always enough. He just didn’t know how to show love.” “He showed it in control,” I mutter. “And now I’m here. At two a.m., nursing trauma and scotch.” A pause. She whispers, “What’re you going to do with it?” I don’t answer right away. I skim the last page again—the section that spells out Dorothy’s connection to the inheritance. That if a pregnancy should occur, the heir must be biologically of Hernandez blood, or else…

“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.”

“Our tradition, our ancient roots, we bolster them like a mantle because it is what founded our great empire. Our everlasting legacy.” He takes a few steps towards me, but this time I hear them; loud and it pounds on the ground, like stepping unto the accelerator of my heart so it beats even faster. I silence my instincts plead to back away. “Our legacy,” he says pointedly with prominent emphasis. One that implies something. “You and your brothers are Apions. Our blood flows through your veins and all that we have is yours by right. Our home is your refuge.” Confusion pinches the corners of my face. I can see he sees my discomfort.

I stopped the car for a moment and only now realized that I had nothing to leave my inheritance because I had no wife nor, a child. I don't have any family members or relatives at all. How can I now leave all the things I have worked for if I have no heir to leave with it? I can't die yet. As long as I can't make my heir, I can't die. I took my cellphone out of my pants pocket and called one of my trusted assistants, Baste, to find me a woman to marry. When I got home to my mansion, Baste immediately approached me and handed me the list of unmarried women.