Ruthless Heir Novels & Stories

The monstrous cruelty of it stole my breath. "He’s suffocating us," I breathed, the horror dawning fully. "He freezes everything, paralyzes the company, makes it impossible for you to function… and in three days, when the Heir Clause activates, there’s nothing left to inherit but ashes and debt. He walks in as the ‘savior’." The sheer, diabolical elegance of Alister’s plan was horrifying.

This was a prison. “You think this is some kind of fairytale?” I said, my tone icy, cutting through the air like a blade. “You think a baby is going to fix everything? It’s not. You’re delusional if you think I’ll just fall in line.” I grabbed the bottle off the table, holding it up in front of her. “Take them,” I ordered again, my voice harsh. “If you don’t, this will get worse. I’m not playing nice anymore.”

Edward thought he hid the escaping part well but then he overlooked the fact that he is going against Zale Austin Windsor, the ruthless and the most powerful man who rules the underworld mafia of New York controlling the in and outs on his fingertips. “What are you talking about?” Edward staggered. “I never took you for such a stupid man, Mr Larson. It was absurd of you to think that you could escape my territory without me getting a catch of it” he ridicules. “I am not letting you anywhere near my daughter” Edward confronts. “That’s the point Mr. Larson, you don’t have to let me because I myself take what I want” he sneers. “You think Mr. Windsor would be proud of you for doing this?”.

He picked up the phone, turned it off completely, and tossed it onto the couch. I just stared at him. Jax caught my look. He walked over, taking the knife from my stiff fingers and setting it aside. He pulled me gently away from the counter, his hands coming to rest on my hips. “He’s chosen someone,” Jax said, his voice quiet now. “An heir. Some ruthless, polished psychopath from a ‘good family’. He told me last year. Thought it would press me. Make me scramble to prove myself, to fight for my ‘rightful seat at the empire’.” He shook his head, a faint, disgusted smile on his lips. “But I don’t fucking care. I was raised with that wealth, that ‘legacy’. All the violence it’s wrapped in… it ju

I might have been dead if I didn't have the royal blood running in me. He was back. Crueler than before. He made no attempt to hide the loathe he held for me and my family in his icy eyes. 7 years and he is still stuck on the past. He had changed for the worse. He was here to crush my spirit again. But this time, all he was going to get in return is a big fat disappointment. I will not let him rule me again. I am the ruler not him. I wish Aunt Ruth was here. She is the only family I have now. She had left for the countryside to visit one of her cousins. She must be back in a few days.

"I don’t want her in your life. I want you to love me." "You are a vicious woman. You will never get my love." Bruno gripped her throat with both hands. Helena slapped his arms and scratched his face in a desperate attempt to break free. But she ultimately failed to set herself free from his grip. Her vision progressively became fuzzy. Her struggles grew weaker and weaker. She finally stopped resisting after a few minutes. Bruno pushed her to the ground when he noticed she wasn't moving. He went to find the guards and asked them to kill Duncan. Then he ordered them to dispose of the father and daughter’s corpses.

“Who do you think you are to order me around, Cassandra? Remember what we talked about, Cassandra. Don’t act as if we got married because we love each other.” I felt a pang in my chest. My lips parted before I pressed my lips tightly. I looked at him sharply. “Fuck you!” “I’m just hear because I don’t want people to talk about this.” His voice was harsh and ruthless. He stared at me intently. “Don’t tell me that you are jealous?” I stood still before I calmed myself. Right... I shouldn’t let myself break my walls down because of this man. I didn’t like him; I had to remind myself always that. He was cruel, ruthless, and heartless.

Alan one by one dragged his men into the mansion and threw alcohol on them and burnt tehir bodies together enjoying the dark burn sitting at a corner. "He then looked back in the air, I swear... I will kill you so bad that you will crave for the taste of your own blood dropping through your head as you tske your last breath", Alan said coldly. His eyes were fixed at a point, horror dwidling through his eyes as he looked angrily in between the drawers. He moved towards the drawers and ripped the drawers apart. He plucked the handle out and disconnected the camera stuck on it. Alan had found the camera a long ago abd he was quite expecting the culprit to know the treasure behind the mansion.

She had been reckless, naive, and now she was trapped. And he would be relentless. Because he was a billionaire—cold, ruthless, heartless. His empire had been built on control, manipulation, and eliminating anyone who defied him. He didn’t forgive. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t care. And now, Yesha realized with a hollow pang, he owned her. “Yesha Elaine,” he said, stepping closer, so close she could feel the heat from him, “the moment you signed, you stopped being yours. That is the reality. You can scream, you can fight, you can resist… but it won’t change a thing.”

Kimberly and Simon helped with a cover up corpse and story since Finn had managed conquering all those men involved in bringing his family down. I on the other hand regretted backing April 20th story after being tricked by Rowling laws, Dean Richards and the other men in power back when I only wanted to provide for my family. Although they managed to manipulate me into believing Eric Hayes suitcases were armored and afterwards they blackmailed me into signing and approving the profitable centers with the money that was meant for the boy whom turned into a cruel murderer because of everything that happened in his awareness.