Libby Inheritance Games 소설 & 이야기

The dice are in my hands again. "Faye, your turn," Leander says. I close my eyes and roll, opening them to see the dice stop at five. Counting the spaces, I land on a black square. What's black again? "Oh, black..." Leander says playfully. "Black square, unlocks extreme, taboo content." I shiver. Liam and Leander are also stunned. Seeing the corresponding card, we're even more surprised. The game involves role-playing between a wife and her twin brothers-in-law...

The fake orange flames flickered, casting animated shadows on their faces. “Listen to me, young man,” Grandma was the first to speak, enunciating each word. “No one inherits anything when I’m still alive.” She slowly got up from her position, leaning forward so she was inches away from Liam. “Inheritance means I’m dead.” She jabbed his forehead with her index finger, gritting her teeth. “So, you can forget about it and continue being the good boy I raised.” she glared at him before stomping out, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Still, I forced a smile, clutching the folder to my chest as I left the office. As I stepped into the elevator, the weight of the folder felt like a victory. Finally, after weeks of planning and scheming, I had what I needed. The inheritance was within reach. The power was mine. This was my game now. And I wasn’t just playing to win—I was playing to destroy. Let the games begin.

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.

“I told you, I didn’t produce enough milk, so we had to formula feed. And, I mean, we always have good intentions to use protection, but sometimes we just get so horny, and things happen. Actually, I think this one was conceived on the kitchen table.” “Okay, that’s enough visuals for the day. I don’t need to imagine my brother fucking you over the kitchen table!” Lucy lightly shoved Emma. “What about you? Any plans for a baby sister or brother for little Libby? You still have to make the beta heir, right?” “Libby’s a handful. I think we’re going to wait until she’s a little older and better behaved before we go for another. Anyway, there’s no alpha heir yet, so there’s no rush.”

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.

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