Libby Inheritance Games Novels & Stories

Nothing she had done had changed a single thing in this book. There weren’t many pages left for Gabby. She would be pregnant soon, and if she wasn’t mistaken, there might be twenty to twenty-five years left for her. Then Donny would be alone with her daughter. Gabby had made a will when she married and had explained the rules of the legacy she had inherited to Donny. He had a home here for the rest of his life, but he would never own the Inn. It would go to their children. He was okay with that. But Gabby had avoided explaining to Donny that she would never have a son. She could only have girls. It was part of the curse, and it had held since the mid-1800.

The sound of the paper unfolding seemed louder than the creak of the library’s wooden beams. Lucy leaned in, eyes darting over the page. The handwriting was sharp, slanted, each letter drawn like a blade stroke. > Gabriel, You once told me you feared betrayal more than death. Consider this a kindness, then an early warning. The game is already in motion, and you’ve chosen your queen poorly. She will cost you more than you can imagine. J. Lucy’s breath caught. “She’s talking about me.” Gabriel’s jaw tightened. “She wants you to believe that.”

Fallon POV We arrive back at the wolf territory. Libby is not speaking to any of us. She understands why her brother had to be killed, but it doesn't make any of it any easier. I have watched her cry until my heart aches for her. I did not want to kill my friend. I did not want any of this to end this way, but it happened, and there is nothing I can do about it now except move on from this horrible event. "He loved you, but he was so messed up. Umbra and the ancestors pushed him to make sure you became a reaper, and now look. It cost him his life," Libby sobs as she gets out of the truck. She races to Mother Agnes for comfort.

Imelda’s POV I had already pretty much made up my mind that Liberty is the logical answer to the question which keeps me up at night. I had only ever considered Hunter to be the person I could pass my deathless gift to. That is how it has always been done, passed from mother to daughter for generations. My own daughter’s premature demise meant my grandson was the next in line. The first male, the first hybrid and to be honest, a bit of a wild card.

Zephyra glares at him, her pink lips pouting as her blue eyes shoot daggers from across the table. “Just like in previous games, our actions will be scored by the other 6 Legacies based on a simple point system. The winner at the end of the year gets to plan the game for our next legacy council, keys to the legacy villa in St. Martin, and the 1 million dollar scholarship to whichever university they want. Any questions?” Everyone around the table nods in agreement. Not a single hand is raised to question this decision. I shuffle the cards one last time and set them one by one around the table. Once I’m seated, we all flip our cards.

Gertrude snapped, reminding Fennick she knew that Elijah Herman was the one who inherited the Alpha blood and the title fair and square. Fennick's eyes blazed with fire as he looked her way and stomped back to his car with nothing to say. Or was he ashamed he hadn't truly inherited the Alpha title? Gabriel huffed in anger as he watched his uncle drive off dangerously toward the road. After he was sure his uncle was long gone he turned toward the others. His eyes fell on Lucy first. She wore pink shorts with a flimsy white T-shirt perfect for the hot weather. She looked amazing but her eyes were starting to tear up.

Lucien looked at me. I looked at Gabriel. He wasn't surprised. Neither was my father. “Why is my name on this?” I demanded. Gabriel stepped closer. “Because the Virelli Empire was never truly theirs.” “What are you saying?” “Your mother owned the original Black Veil trust.” He smiled. “And when Alessandro Virelli stole it, he stole your inheritance.” I stared at him. “My inheritance?” “Yes.” He pointed toward the screens. “The Virelli fortune was built from your family's assets.”

The couch beneath me feels like it's dissolving. Fifty million. "As your legal husband at the time of his death," Robert continues, "Kelvin inherited your portion automatically. Community property law. But only if you didn't contest it. Only if you weren't involved in probate." He takes a step toward me. "He needed you away from the funeral. Away from the lawyers. Away from everyone who might tell you the truth." Robert's jaw clenches. "He stole your inheritance, Lucy." I can't speak. Can't breathe.

Locked. I used the key. The box opened. Inside was a photograph. Anna. Young. Dark hair. Green eyes. Holding a baby. Me. And a letter. My dearest Mira, This is the inheritance. Not money. Not power. Not revenge. It is love. The love I had for you. The love you have for Lily. The love you have for Rex. The love you have for your family. That is the only thing that matters. That is the only thing that lasts.

“N-No, it's nothing important. I was just saying that there's no need for us to think too much about these things. Maybe it's best to go with the flow.” Seeing her stubborn expression, I was just about to give up on the matter when an idea suddenly popped up on my mind. “Alright, Catalina," I leaned back in my chair, letting a lazy smirk tug at my lips. “Since we’re not getting anywhere like this, how about we play a game?” “A game?” She asked, her brows rose with suspicion. “No way. You are definitely up to something and I'm not going to fall for it.” “C'mon, it's simple,” I insisted. “In this game, we ask each other questions. If anyone gets it wrong, then we strip a piece of clothing. Tha