Rise Of The Sole Heir の小説・ストーリー

Cassian asked, and he nodded with a smile. "You won't have to marry her or anything like that, just choose a woman who isn't materialistic and doesn't crave too much attention, as it could bring us significant problems in the future," he said, shrugging and taking the papers from his son's hands. "Why all of this?" Cassian asked, indignant with his father's attitude. "I want you to have an heir," he said, as if it were the easiest thing in the world.

Theodor, a 29-year-old man, is the first grandson of Gilbert Jansen Burg, the owner of Burg Corporation, and has been named the company's heir. That doesn't necessarily make Theodor big-headed or dependent on his family. Theodor felt he was carrying a Very Heavy mandate, so he always wanted to feel perfect at every opportunity. Theodor was such a genius that his grandfather felt. He had made no mistake in choosing the heir to his fortune. "My grandson, you're finally home. How was the company today?" "Yes, as usual. Very busy." Theodor said. "Good, good. You're a child genius." Gilbert complimented.

she stammered and tried to regain her composure. Levi wasn't just any man. He was the heir to one of the world’s most powerful business empires, the only son of a billionaire mogul who had built his fortune with ruthless precision. From a young age, Levi had been groomed to take over the family dynasty, his path seemingly set in stone. But instead of merely stepping into his father’s shadow, he had chosen a different route.

"You both tried to break me, but you failed. I’m stronger than ever, and I’m here to tell you that I won’t let your hatred affect me anymore." Blair scoffed. "You think you’re so special, don’t you? You’re nothing but a gold-digger who got lucky." Kinsey’s eyes flashed with defiance. "I’m not here to argue with you. I just wanted you to know that my father made me the sole heir. You both have life sentences with no chance of parole. You’ll never get out." Olive and Blair’s faces turned white with shock. "You’re lying!" Olive spat, her voice trembling with rage. "You can’t be the heir. It’s not possible."

“Crane knows who you really are, Julian. He’s known for weeks. He’s just been waiting… watching… to see who else figures it out.” Julian’s stomach tightened. Aiden stared at him. “You mean…” Oliver nodded. “Yes. He knows you’re the heir.” Clarissa stepped forward, and said in a hard voice. “Then why hasn’t he done anything?” “Because,” Oliver said slowly, “he’s not the type to eliminate the heir. He’s the type to use him.” Julian’s breath caught. “He wants to control you, Julian. Put you in Harold’s place, clean up the mess, and make it look like VanDermere Global is being saved from within. You’ll be his puppet, his perfect distraction while he tightens his grip on the company.”

When Duke finally stepped foot in Hacienda Sandoval, he realized the weight of the blood that ran in his veins. His father had been the chosen one. Don Davidson’s successor. The rightful family-owned empire. Douglas was given control over the Sandoval Enterprise, the hotel and resort chain, the security agency, the mining corporation, and the vast lands of Hacienda Sandoval. Aunt Danica, the ever-shrewd businesswoman, was entrusted with their manpower agencies, travel companies, a chain of malls, and the booming clothing line. In the blink of an eye, Duke was no longer just a working student. He became the billionaire’s son. A name. A symbol. An heir.

I growled. “If you could let me rule then why is there an opposition against my heir,” They all went silent, until a voice spoke up with the same reason they had been going on about for months. “Because your child has no connection to our roots anymore. Your Luna was from another pack before marrying you and you were never born here to begin with. You joined us when you were still a kid and that makes your son not potent enough to bear the title. He'll be drifting us…” “You are crazy to say that out loud. My father was part of this pack. I… I am a true blood of this pack”

“Including your help with my revenge?” He nods, eyes holding a silent promise. I feel my pulse steady. My decision doesn’t have to be purely about love or sentiment. It can be strategic. It can be real. “Yes,” I say slowly, testing the word. My throat is tight. “I’ll do it. I’ll marry you. For Isabella. For her childhood, and for my revenge.” Damien’s eyes flicker, the faintest hint of surprise, before he recovers his calm. He steps forward, retrieving the marriage contract from the desk. “Then it’s settled. You will be her mother, Leina. And with that title comes everything I can offer you.”

On one wall, Victor Drayke’s image flickered alive in holographic correspondence. “Your progress?” he asked. “Almost complete,” Charlotte replied. “Soon the inheritance clause runs itself, no courtroom required. When it activates, ownership transfers invisibly.” Drayke’s tone carried both pride and venom. “You’re sure Evelyn Hartman’s signature won’t collapse the set?” “I built it from her genome hash,” she said evenly. “I didn’t steal her name…I mathematically proved it.” “Brilliant,” he whispered. “And once the network believes she agreed to it…”

All I was worried about was Carson, how would he react when I gave him the news? I had already signed off on it days ago and the documents were lying on our matrimonial bed where if everything went well tonight, I would be made love to. I paced down the hallway and as I strolled into it, I couldn't help but notice the heavy weight of their gazes on me. It loomed over my shoulders as I walked over to the banister of the staircase. An uncultured series of gasps replaced the polite hum in the heir. “It's the heiress of the Malcolm group."