Rise Of The Sole Heir นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He asked, looking at me from head to toe and focusing on the neckline of my blouse, making me roll my eyes. I move closer to him, glaring at him. "I am the Montanari heiress, this chair is mine!" I speak a little lower, but firm and serious. "And I am your future husband and I would have to take over the company". Seriously spoken. "But don't worry, I can make you secretary. You'll be great to work with". Speaks mischievously, licking his lips as he looks down at my cleavage again. I roll my eyes and walk over to his side, controlling myself so I don't end up committing murder.

I glance down at my hand, a bruise-like pigment stood clear on the side of my hand, although I tried to cover it with a tattoo, it is still there. "How'd you know this?" I glared at him. He is really testing my temper. "I have the same one..." He shows his hand and look at me, "It's our family's mark. Anyone who has it, is the next heir to the throne. The next king that is destined to lead my people will be the only one who would bear this mark." He pointed down on my mark and made me look at him by pulling me down, "Son, I have lost your father, I cannot bear to lose you too."

“You think you’re the only one who has to deal with this? This isn’t some dream come true. It’s a nightmare.” I stepped forward, leaning in close, lowering my voice even further, knowing I was pushing her to the edge. “You’re not going to trap me with a kid. I won’t let you. If you want this to end, you’ll take them.” Her breathing hitched, but she didn’t back down. “No,” she whispered, voice cracking with defiance. “I won’t do it. I want this baby, Nicole. I want us to be a family.” I sneered at her words. Family? This wasn’t a family. This was a prison.

“He is the key to something Elias spent years trying to control. Something my family buried. Something Julian inherited.” Sienna’s eyes widened. Her heartbeat thundered. “Damian… what are you saying?” Damian exhaled shakily. “I’m saying Elias isn’t after revenge,” he murmured. “He’s after Julian’s bloodline.” The room tilted around her. Her knees threatened to buckle. And Damian whispered the final blow: “My son… your son… is the heir to a legacy darker than anything you’ve seen yet.”

But as something between man and myth. Cursed never to feel the full depth of love, never to belong, never to choose. Only to fulfill the vow. Only to serve. Only to endure. Until Seraphine. She was the last heir. The final binding. The one person who might break the cycle… or doom them both to another eternity. He pulled his glove back on and walked. Not toward her. Toward the end of something old. And the beginning of something he couldn’t name. The forest did not fear him—but it remembered him.

“You might think you have the throne, but even kings follow rules.” “Yeah?” his voice dropped. “And what rule is that?” Grayson stepped in smoothly. “If you think you can just knock up some random girl and parade the baby as your heir, you’re dead wrong.” “Exactly,” Eleanor added. “Your father and our founding laws require more than blood. The heir must come from a family, a union. One you’re committed to. One that reflects our legacy. Not another mistake.” “So what—” Roman scoffed. “You’re telling me I have to secure a family first?”

“Holy shit, Lyriana. You’re pregnant with the heir to both thrones. This is more than a scandal. This is a looming war waiting to happen.” I held intensely unto the edges of the windowsill. “I am aware.” “So what do you want to do?” she asked. “I am confused,” I said with a heavy hear. “Well… you better figure it out before someone else does.” She said as I hung up the call. My breath caught in my throat as I reread the letter. Alaric. Here. In the same palace. This was the same man that ruined the world I had. He owns the child I am carrying. He is the heir to Ardonia’s kingdom. Our rival kingdom

“Answer me. Is this what you want too?” He avoided my eyes at first. His hand tightened around the arm of the sofa, and for a moment he actually looked uneasy. Then he said in a low voice, “Selene is carrying a pup. The pack needs an heir. Once the child is born, I can make arrangements. We can still be together afterward.” He wanted me to step aside, let another woman bear his supposed heir, and then wait until he decided to come back to me. Selene lowered her eyes and rested one hand on her stomach, looking every bit the wronged, delicate she-wolf.

Prominently highlighted was Article VII, Clause Delta. The figure continued, "However the Council is not without… leniency. A path to redemption exists. You have one week, Alexander Sterling, to fix this breach. You will present yourself before the Council.. You will bring the true heir. The one who can uphold the covenant. The child of the Sterling bloodline. Ready to serve." The woman with the gavel brought it down with a thud. Alexander stared at the screen horrified. The true heir. They didn’t just want his company; they wanted Leo. His son, who was currently undergoing tests for a heart condition was now a pawn in a generations-old game.

Most of all. He remembered becoming the father of the child she had just fled the pack to protect. And for the first time in his life... The future Alpha of the pack broke.