Libby Inheritance Games Novels & Stories

She was too calculating for surprises, and Liam’s announcement was one hell of a curveball. Liam, the shameful illegitimate son of Mr. Yaldon, whom he sent to live in Switzerland in his early teens, was back, and he was making a claim to participate in the inheritance games. Chris had told me all about how his father reassured him that the money would be going to them, his father making silent moves with some investors. But everyone knew Ryan wasn’t the best businessman. Olivia… sweet Olivia was the best bet. But now, a new player has stepped up. One as formidable as Liam seemed. It was evident she felt threatened.

* After successfully finding a few possible numbers and an email address too, I took several photos of the documents before putting them back into their original folder, neatly arranging everything in mom's closet exactly the same way it was before. Not that I was actually afraid of getting caught, more like I was just trying to avoid another pointless fight. God knows how much she enjoyed picking fights with me, regardless of our blood relation. Sometimes it felt like I wasn't even her freaking child, carried and born from her very womb. Maybe I look too much like him. I fleetingly thought as I caught my reflection in her vanity mirror, just looking into my own baby blue eyes for a moment.

Liberty sneered and said, “I only know that I’m a guest, and the way Madam Fisher treats me is nothing short of being inhospitable. “Don’t talk to me about superiority. If it weren’t for my grandmother dying from a conspiracy or an accident, even you, Madam Fisher, wouldn’t act so recklessly in front of me!” Audrey told her that there were only three women of Tiara’s descendants. Serenity and Elisa had made it clear that they had no intention of inheriting the position. Therefore, Liberty was the one who had to succeed the Fisher family. She advised Liberty not to fear anyone in the Fisher family once she arrived in Jensburg. Carrying the identity of the legitimate successor, she openly conf

Scott, warned. Seeing how her own lawyers had forced her down to her seat, Cassandra held her tongue in the next few minutes. When everyone was ready, Gabrielle's attorneys covered the reason for their meeting. "We are here today to negotiate Gabrielle Taylor's inheritance," said Mr. Scott. "Remember that in Braeton, forced inheritance is in place. And our client, Gabrielle Taylor, is the daughter of both Genevieve and Oliver Taylor. Yet, she has been denied out of her own house by her aunt, Cassandra Taylor."

"Mr. Cox already confirmed it. The heiress is here. We just don't know which one of you she is yet." She pointed at the photocopy. "Mr. Cox has already prepared the property transfer documents. As long as you can prove your identity, you can sign immediately and inherit the estate." Laurel Marsh, who had always wanted a comfortable life, jumped back at once, shaking her head frantically. "It's definitely not me. I-I'm actually much older than I look!" Rebecca, who always wanted to outshine me, didn't care about appearances anymore. She lifted her shirt and exposed her lower back.

my mother said, voice shaking. I spoke, the words uncoiling from my tongue as if they had been waiting for centuries to be spoken again. “I, Lena Weber, bloodline of Guardians, scion of Thorne, Keeper of the Bound Seal, accept the inheritance of the Vault. I accept the darkness. I accept the duty. I accept the burden.” A boom echoed across the valley, so loud it felt like the sky itself might split open. But it wasn’t the Seal shattering. It was activating.

They all agree with her. Meanwhile, Robin and Lucy get back to their house. Lucy's Mom was waiting to hear from them in anticipation waiting at the door with her husband. Seeing them she asked '' How was everything there? are they going to let us stay there or something ?'''. Lucy gives her a cold shoulder and walks inside without replying to her. '' Why is she acting like this? what happened there?'' asked her Dad to Robin. '' It's Nothing Dad and Mom, it's just Grandpa is running a game now whoever takes the top position will inherit the family business and all of his wealth '' replied Robin then walked inside pushing them away.

Then, carefully, he read: > “To my sweet Alaya, You mean more to me than I was ever brave enough to show in public. You were the only peace I ever had in this world of masks, and it’s my deepest regret that I couldn’t be the man you deserved while alive. I cannot give you the world I promised — not from the grave — but I can give you what I built of it. To you, I leave all my personal properties, including my home, my estate vehicles, and art collections. I also leave you full ownership of Westwood Couture and all affiliated companies, holdings, and stock. You are now the sole inheritor of my shares in Westwood Holdings.” The room went dead silent. Alaya blinked. Her brain was still trying t

The grand hall of the Callahan estate was shrouded in an air of tension as Elena stood in the center, her gaze fixed on the ornate table before her. Spread across it were documents, maps, and relics, each representing a piece of her father’s legacy. This was the final trial—an unexpected and deeply personal challenge that would determine her worthiness as the heir to the Callahan empire. Adrian stood at her side, his steady presence anchoring her amidst the chaos brewing in her mind. His hand brushed hers lightly, a silent promise of unwavering support.

I think as I take a swig from the glass of whiskey in my hand, letting the burn steady me. I curse under my breath, my frustration building with every second. My mother. My family. This goddamn legacy I've inherited. It's all rotten. All of it. A cancer that's eaten away at my soul for far too long. And now, knowing what I know, the full weight of it feels unbearable. The Conti brothers...their disappearance, the secrets surrounding them. It's all tied back to us, to my mother, to this cursed family.