Libby Inheritance Games Novels & Stories

‘I guess you are flattering me Sir,’ Ima said yieldingly. ‘You should know that am not the type of men who shower flatteries anyhow, I call the truth as it is. The old woman, May her soul continue resting in peace, wasn’t wrong when she named you the sole heir to her empire. She saw what thousands failed to spot in you and am sure wherever she is, she is very proud of you.’

From her tone, I knew she would love to attack me. “Women are a waste of time.” I flashed her a smirk and she was lost in thoughts again. ‘what is this thorn flower thinking about? I hope she hasn't stupidly created a world of fantasy in her head.’ I glanced at my watch and realized time was running very fast. I didn't want to pick any fucking lady but it seemed my old man wanted my to kill him before I could have my peace. I began to walk away until I felt a pair of tiny, yet strong arms grip my calf. I glanced down at a little boy who had the same hair, skin tone and eyes like the lady I pushed.

At one point, Montez leaned subtly toward her, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, “Why does he look at you like that?” Her breath caught. “You’re imagining things.” But Montez’s hand tightened over hers beneath the table, his suspicion unrelenting. Yanov raised his glass. “To partnerships,” he said. “Old and new.” Crystal clinked around the table. But when Yanov’s gaze locked with Amira’s across the rim of his glass, the message in his eyes was unmistakable. Amira’s stomach knotted as she forced herself to sip her wine. They were bound by a secret past that should never come to light. The most dangerous game had just begun.

I didn’t need a mirror to see that my features mirrored his in that moment. “And for your test of bravery,” he continued, his voice hollow, “You will be required to bring back a moondew flower from the moonlight mountain,” He finished, his gaze as hollow as his tone as he stared down at me. A collective gasp echoed across the room as his words landed. Unable to breathe, I fell to my knees. Lena’s words resounded louder in my mind at that moment. “If you wanted to die cousin, all you had to do was ask.”

Only, now it feels manipulative, now it feels twisted. Layla huffs, shaking her head. “She’s your grandmother.” She states, jabbing me in the chest with her finger. “How dare you use her in your messed games…” “That’s not what I intended.” I say quickly. She narrows her eyes, glancing over my shoulder to where I know she can still see my Little Wolf. “So that’s her then, the other one?” “That’s her.” I confirm. Her nostrils flare. She’s met Lia once. Only once. And it did not go well. That’s another reason why I stayed away, why I think Lia kept me away. A flash of something hits me, I grasp my chest as that thought dies.

The shadows were deep, but they were no longer impenetrable. I stayed in the library for a long time, staring at the codex, letting the implications of Silas's gesture sink in. The game was changing. The pieces were moving. And for the first time, the daughter of the man who had died for the truth was ready to fight for it.

a woman dressed as a nun asked. "That's right. You're dead. Your souls were dragged into this death game." Brad shrugged. "But don't lose hope. If you clear the game, you get to live again." The screaming and shouting stopped. All eyes turned to them, filled with a new sense of hope. "To be resurrected, you need to collect 'Redemption Points.' 9,999 of them, to be exact," Jessica continued. "But here's the catch: the points you get are tied to your fear. The more terrified you are, the fewer points you get."

I was still at the door and couldn’t make it out from where I was, but before I moved he spoke. “I thought it couldn’t get worse, honestly. What they did, couldn’t get worse. Although if your dad didn’t know, then most likely no one else did.” His voice scared me, I’d never heard him so broken. I pushed off the door frame and walked to him. I stood on the side of the tote next to him and glanced at the shirt he was holding. It held the two words that brought my strong Alpha to his knees. Big Brother. Lana was pregnant when they killed her. Remi had a sibling, and they killed him or her too.

Then I saw it—the rotation of her hips as she spun and swung her leg in a perfect circular motion. I panicked. With no time to think, I did the first thing that came to mind—I stretched out my hands and grabbed her leg mid-air. The impact sent me reeling, but I held my ground, refusing to let go. I yanked her down hard, and she lost her balance, crashing onto the mat. “And the winner of this round is Osborn!”

It meant they had a blood heir, and of course that passed to her daughter on their deaths’ ‘I will fight this, that little bitch is not stealing my inheritance. I will tie this Will up in every court I can and she will not get a penny.’ ‘You are within your rights to do that Annabella but I must warn you that you will not win and it will cost you most of your inheritance, not the child’s. This is a binding legal document that has gone through the highest of scrutiny. You are not Lord and Lady Bellgrove’s heir, Alcina is.’