Ruthless Heir Novels & Stories

The pull inside my chest had intensified, no longer vague, no longer distant. He was not just watching. He was preparing. And worse than that, I knew with chilling certainty— He knew exactly who I was. The forest shifted softly around us, indifferent to the weight settling in my chest. The path ahead had changed, even if the destination had not. This was no longer about Rowan’s remnants. This was about inheritance. And somewhere beyond the trees, the Heir was laying claim. Not with war. But with patience.

Elliott let out a cold laugh. "Ruthless? She controlled my life for more than 20 years and still wants to lay a hand on the person I care about most in this world. You think I'm the ruthless one?" Ralph fell silent. Over the years, no one understood better than him what Elliott had lived through. Heather was the truly ruthless one. All these years, she had been trying every possible way to get rid of Elliott, all to clear the path for her eldest grandson to take control.

A sudden blade-like object slit through his throat, detaching his head from his body along with killing the guys who were jovial about their Prince that are now no longer breathing. “Oh, their Audacity to think they could defeat the top five.” A seductive chuckle came. Ruth, Number 4, Wicked Seductress. The woman with an exquisite presence, a temptation incomparable, ready to blind anyone in her charm before killing ruthlessly unlike her name. “Gauche. How they believe ten is on par with one.” Rolling her eyes off, her nails grew back, showing the blade-like object was in fact her nails which grew into sharp needles used only as basic.

I want to see my son, train him, and have become like me, his father. I thought about Don Vito. How would I convince him it's a trap? That La Routage has been rigged from top to bottom and was like leading the sheep to its slaughter? La Routage was one of the events Don Vito shows how much power and influence he possesses. It was a massive show-off for him. “A guy named Ruckus, is he one of yours?” Rivera interrupted. How does she know Ruckus? “Uhmm, yes but he was killed two nights ago.”

Richard’s lips trembled, but no words came. My head tilted, and my expression darkened. “Tell me,” I pressed, my voice lower now, more venomous, “did you get off on watching him cry at your feet? Did you enjoy seeing his sick, hungry children begging you to spare him some change— when you knew you built your empire on his idea, his creativity?” I turned at last, a tight, cruel smile cutting across my face. “All of this wealth doesn’t belong to you. You stole his birthright.”

An effort on my part to make sure she was also protected. “Yes. I saw her.” “We have an heir.” He smiles as he walks inside behind me. My empire had waited for the next bloodline to take place and although we were reckless and considered to be ruthless or “thugs”- we were also a family. We took care of our own and each other. “She will not give me the child or come back without an ultimatum.” I remind myself as I make a sandwich and wait for the greedy attorney. “We must bend. She holds the heir in her hands and she is our duchess by his birthright.” He adds in.

He was a ghost, haunting the edges of a world that had moved on without him. "He'll never stop hunting us," Vivian said one evening, sitting by the fire in the new house. Her sister, Elena—the other Elena—lived with her now, healing from years of captivity. "Men like him don't know how." "Then we'll be ready," Riley said. "We'll always be ready. That's what an heir does—protects what was given." --- The second anniversary of Tata Pedro's death fell on a rainy Tuesday. Riley woke before dawn, kissed Kyle's sleeping shoulder, and walked to the orchard alone. The rain was soft, warm, the kind of rain that made things grow.

No! She had to hook her claws into a rich man. Marcus was out of her reach; the Shaws would never let Marcus marry her. Ruth placed all her bets on Ryan. As long as she could marry Ryan, with her husband’s family background, she could truly become a member of high society. She could not lose to her cousin. In the future, she swore her cousin would never act so arrogantly in front of her again. With this thought in mind, Ruth exited the elevator. Since she had been busy texting Mindy in the elevator, she didn’t bother looking at herself. After exiting the elevator, she immediately headed to the logistics department.

That is why I am here. My grandfather, Norman De Luca is the richest man in New York and the third richest in the country, America. He owns different companies, hotels, restaurants and so on and also deals on real estates. His son, my dad Jeremy De Luca managed the company for him with my mom, Anabel De Luca but 5 years ago, they died in a car accident. I know the accident isn’t ordinary and someone is behind it and I have been searching for the person all to no avail for five years. I won’t give up and I won’t hesitate to slit the person’s throat when I sees him.

Ruth admitted, “I indeed am, to be honest. Not because of the money, although I won’t pretend that’s not part of it. But because my father finally saw what I had been telling him all along. Anthonia and Charlotte were using and manipulating him. He finally came to his senses.” “But he also gave me a condition,” Ruth added. “There’s a price for this legacy. I have to marry according to his wishes. And his wish is the Morell family. Specifically,” she enunciated clearly, staring at him. “You.” She sighed and leaned back in the seat, crossing her legs again, and her arms this time too. “It was something he and your late grandfather planned years ago. A weight settled in Felix’s stomach. “It’s n