La Herencia Capitulo 2 Novels & Stories

“What kind of inheritance is this?” Of course, Marcel couldn’t understand why his parents would leave him a dirty lab and tubes filled with chemicals when he had no idea what they were for. But wait! Marcel’s eyes suddenly saw another sentence written clearly by his father. He began to reread the will, sentence by sentence. It turned out that they had not only bequeathed a second-hand lab to Marcel, but also a scientist named Meru and her daughter, Venya. “What, continue your parents’ research?” Herman frowned as Marcel faced him in the study. “For what?”

“Oh my God, you two...” “QUIET!” Kyara cut in sharply. “You pulled Mikaela’s hair. YOU PULLED HER HAIR. And then you and Pascha vanished?! No updates!” Despite the fog still clouding my head, I couldn’t help but laugh a little. “I’ll tell you... later. I swear.” Aurora narrowed her eyes. “That’s a very suspicious sentence.” “I just... I need to talk about something first.” I looked at the screen, and the weight in my chest lightened just from seeing their faces. “It’s about inheritance...From my dad. He left everything to me.”

She stared at the words, mind racing. Victor’s schemes always connected to power, legacy, succession. If Ethan’s birth tied into corporate inheritance structures… Then this war began long before betrayal. Long before marriage. Perhaps even— Before love. Footsteps approached. Adrian stood at the doorway. “You look pale.” Elena turned the phone toward him slowly. “What inheritance clause?” Adrian read the message. And for the first time since she had known him— He hesitated. Just for a second. But it was enough.

But she didn’t feel dangerous tonight. She felt…abandoned. And then—her phone buzzed. Unknown number. A text message. Just one line. “You’re not the only one who bleeds for legacy. —L” Her breath caught. Her lips parted. She reread it. Legacy. That word wasn’t just a crown. It was a curse. Helena didn’t sleep that night. The next morning, she walked into the corporate vault, where all classified family documents were stored. Her ID scanned. She walked past her father’s original contracts, her mother’s secret archives, and paused at the file labeled:

She needs to know what is hers. My pulse spikes. Leverage. Insurance. My mother didn't just run; she stole something massive enough to keep the Patriarch at bay for twenty years. That’s why we survived in poverty—she was holding a gun to their heads from the shadows. I turn the page, desperate to find what it is. The inheritance is hidden in— I stop. The rest of the page is gone. It’s been ripped out, violently torn from the binding. The jagged edge of the paper is yellowed, leaving only a cruel, empty space where the answer should be.

When I stepped into the house, Catherine Vale was already seated on the sofa, and this time Damian and Selene were there with her. A dark vial and a set of papers lay on the table. The moment Catherine saw me, she pushed them toward me and said coldly, “Drink the mate-severing draught and sign the bond-release contract. The Vale bloodline has relied on a single direct heir for generations. We have no use for a barren Luna.” For a moment, I did not move.

LUCA When I found her in the vault, her face was pale, eyes wide — not with fear, but with knowing. She didn’t turn when I entered. She just whispered, “It was never about revenge.” Her voice cracked. “It’s inheritance.” I looked past her, at the glass coffin, the sigil, the line that damned everything. I’d seen a thousand blood pacts, but never one written in bone. “You shouldn’t be down here,” I said quietly. She laughed once, hollow. “Says the man who built his empire on the graves of others.” Fair. I stepped closer, reaching for her shoulder. She didn’t move.

She looked down and saw that, at some point, both of their palms had been cut open. Blood welled out and merged, indistinguishable from one another. She instinctively tried to pull back, but Lucia held her fast. Those withered fingers carried unexpected strength. "Child, do not be afraid. Bloodline inheritance works much like a virus. It only requires the blending of blood," Lucia explained. Isolde stared at the mingled blood, an indescribable feeling stirring in her chest. 'Such a miraculous inheritance has been carried out so casually? It even resembles… an HIV infection?' Another thought flashed through her mind. 'Is that why she had insisted on checking Aurelia's bloodline? Had a previou

I opened it to read with shaky hands, and without going through the first paragraph, my vision was already blurred with tears. “To my lovely and cherished daughter, Luciana Isabella, Maverick Castellano, Heiress to the great Castellano Empire, and the sole bearer of the ancient Crescent Flame. You were not ordinary but born of two worlds, one accepted by society, the other not often spoken of, binding you by blood and fire. On your 25th birthday, a path leading to your destiny will open, unveiling everything that has hindered your way to success. You must learn to choose your path wisely, as different powers would beckon on you, inviting you to walk on dreaded paths, but your pure heart shou

Read it. "My dearest Celeste. If you're reading this then I'm probably dead. Really dead this time. I'm sorry for all the lies. All the secrets. But everything I did was to prepare you for this moment. You are the heir. Not because of bloodlines or genetics. But because you're strong enough to end this war. In this bunker is everything you need. Weapons. Money. Allies. Use them. Trust Elena. Trust Marcus. And most importantly trust yourself. The document you'll find proves you own everything. Both families. All their assets. All their power. The choice is yours what to do with it. Love always. Mom." Celeste's hands shook. "She knew. She knew this whole time."