Rise Of The Sole Heir の小説・ストーリー

He'd win anyways. " I won't work on this plan until I get a full proof plan to survive, of coarse after winning. I don't want my fruit to be passed to my cousin, Brandon or someone else." I say after debating with myself. "There's no war ever fought without a sacrifice, Hunter. You may rule this empire after you defeat the Inferno Morto, the organization sitting on the apex of this mafia world for decades." He stands up from his chair and rounds his way to the mini bar. Pouring himself a glass of neat gin, he tilts his head to pass me a wary look," In case, you die fighting for this power game, I want you to make sure you leave an heir behind you, a male heir, who has to continue our bloodli

Everyone turned to look in the direction of the voice, only to see Ross striding in with Trinity. "Chloe, I'm late, but I've already received the good news. It's two boys?" Then, he looked at Atlas sincerely. "I have an unusual request, Atlas—one will be the heir of the Pierce family, and one will be the heir of Yare. What do you say?" Atlas didn't even think twice and firmly refused. "Don't even think about it. The legacy of the Pierce family is not something just two people can inherit. As for the heir of Yare, Trinity can give birth to your successor. Don't set your sights on the Pierce family."

“He sent me to tell you something important. Very important.” My blood turned to ice. “You are the sole heir to your parents’ legacy. Everything. Your father’s company. The properties. The control.” He emphasized that last word. “Ben’s not the successor. You are, Belva. You have been, for a long time. And no one knew except him, your mother… and me.” The sound of the waves felt like echoes behind thick glass. The porch light buzzed faintly. And my heart… dropped to the floor.

And somewhere beneath the soil, a new seed began to stir, waiting for the rain, waiting for the light, waiting to become something more. The heir had planted her tree. And now the next heir would do the same. THE END

However, who would have thought that when Philip came over today, he would actually ask her for the Sovereignty Seal! That was absolutely impossible! Philip raised his brows, shrugged his shoulders, and said, “Giada, don't pressure me with your identity. In my eyes, you’re worth nothing! You’re just one of the many women around my father, while I, Philip Clarke, am the only heir to the Clarke family! In the future, the Clarke family is mine, and Arcadia Island is mine. Even you, Giada Wallis, must listen to me.” This sentence was quite domineering!

And I didn’t mind. Because she was all I had too. And, of course, my uncle Elias helped along the way—my father’s younger brother, who stepped in and became a father figure to me. When my father passed, the company he left behind was a respectable one. It was medium-sized. Mostly Profitable. But it wasn’t an empire. It wasn’t Graham Corporations. It wasn’t even close. Elias saw the genius in me. He guided me through the things that were beyond my capabilities. He taught me business, strategy—what it really takes to build something that lasts.

feeling. They took care of the files and papers to be done so they could get Liah. She has no family already. Only that has left to her was her grandfather but because it was sent to the prison with Cage - his son, she is now alone and she can not live with that especially that she is just a girl trying to explore life. Liah wants to do things she wants - to study, befriend with other people, travel around the world and explore just like what people does. She has been locked up inside their house in her whole life and it is sucking her. She wants a new and different life, at least. "It is nice to see you smiling," Talia said while chuckling. They were already inside the car and are beading

He gave me a leaf-like cup and held one for himself. We held it in mid-air as he recited something he forced me to learn. He says. "Darkness comes to light, hatred comes to love, and enemies are allies. My grandchild, Sally Donne, seventh generation will be the next heir. She will surpass me as heir our new plan." He stopped. "I have watched her break, mend, and grow into a version far stronger than me and the previous heirs combined. We pool our strength together for this child tonight and onwards to lead us into a better era with a clearer vision. She, whom we should respect, love, and protect, the Donne family will never now perish in her hands.”

His friends were mainly colleagues or business acquitance, most of them married with family commitment s. He had the habit of taking Sharon to any private gathering he was invited to. They were not romantically involved but we're very good friends as well as close colleague. David had told her that he was an afterthought to his parents who had been in their Kate forties when they had him. He was an only child, well loved and indulged perhaps being raised by his old parents made him more serious with his business and tied to duty and work. They had died when he was still a young man leaving him as the heir to the family merchant bank and an enormous fortune.

"It seems Dad was right to tell me to bide my time. Lesley, Jamie—you're both dying here tonight." The old man had plenty of illegitimate children, and more than a few were exceptionally capable. But Lesley and Jamie stood above them all. Lesley, of course, was the legitimate heir, groomed from birth to take over—so even if their father had wanted to replace him and hand everything to Harley, Harley wouldn't have stood a chance. Lesley's legitimate status, combined with his own competence, made his position rock-solid. Then Jamie had come out of nowhere, using Harley and his mother as leverage to force their father to hand over his shares, and had outmaneuvered Lesley through a series of rut