Novel & Cerita Ruthless Heir

This was the first time she was looking at him properly. His hair was jet black and looked smooth and silky. He was gorgeous. Why does a ruthless Alpha have to be so good-looking? A few of his strands stick to his forehead. Grabbing them softly with her fingertips she cleaned his forehead and then proceeded to do the last touch-ups. He could simply have a shower but no, he had to torment her for doing a blunder. "D...done..." She stuttered moving back. He opened his eyes and her breath got caught in her throat. His eyes. Those dark hues always look at her as if he could see right through her soul. His eyes were beautiful but there was this darkness lurking in those depths of his pools that t

He said and waited for his response. There was dead silence on the other hand. "I trust you. But can you please repeat it for me, Igor?" He heard his voice softening this time. "I have found your wife, Cousin." He repeated his words for him. "Is she alright? I need to talk to her." His voice was laced with concern. He never imagined that his Ruthless cousin would ever be soft for anyone. He had noticed the way his cousin looked at her. He never assumed he was incapable of emotions, feeling anything, but ruling with cruelty.

"He wants me to be ruthless. He wants me to be like him. And I'm starting with you." As the security team dragged a screaming Elena out of the suite, Cali stood alone in the wreckage of the room. She felt a hollow ache in her chest, but she didn't cry. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. A message was already waiting. [DEVI]: You handled that perfectly, Cali baby. The convent is ready. Now, turn around. You have company. Cali whipped around, her hand on the gun. Standing in the doorway wasn't a guard. It was a man she hadn't seen in years, Enzo Valenti, the heir to the rival family. He was young, handsome, and looked at her with a jealousy that rivaled Devi's.

One of them, an elderly man who had been a friend of my father, looked at Silas with pure disgust. "You ganged up with a chauffeur’s son to sabotage your own brother’s legacy?" the board member spat. "I did what was necessary!" Silas shouted, finally breaking. He pointed a trembling finger at me. "She was weak! She was obsessed with a nobody! I was just making sure the power stayed with someone who actually wanted it!" "I wanted it," I said, stepping closer until I was inches from his face. "I just had to die to realize how much. You and Julian thought I was a prize to be traded. But I’m the house, Silas. And the house always wins."

“And heavier at the same time.” I let out a small laugh. “Is that even possible?” “With you?” she smiles. “Apparently.” I didn't say anything or answer her, there’s a pause, comfortable but thoughtful. “My brother has always been like that” she says suddenly. “Carrying things until they hollow him out.” I look up. “Like what?” I asked, curious “Responsibility, loyalty and guilt.” She shrugs. “He mistakes suffering for strength.” My fingers curl around my cup, the word loyalty makes me so mad

"No, Denver. You don't want to give it to me, I don't want to give it to you either." Disgusted, he turned to the Father. Here we are again in the heir discussion. When will his inheritance problem end? "Dad, I really don't want to marry anyone." His father sighed. His son is really stubborn. He and his mother are not stubborn so he wonders who he inherited from. "Who wants to marry just anyone? Son, Denver. That's why I'm going to find you a bride w--" "Dad!"

He is so full of himself and arrogant. He is a good person Sav, I think he likes you a lot...I mean a lot. This is the first time he brought a date. We are really surprised! Sometimes, people are being carried away by his position, but as far as I know him and from my personal point of view, he is kind-hearted and a good man. There are talks about his ruthlessness, especially towards women, but I am not a witness to those. I have never seen him with a woman on his side, believe me! It's always talk and gossip by the media. Maybe, it was part of his image to have it that way. He was a widow for many many years and I did not hear a single name attached to him. It's just being ruthless, and a

I don't want him to get angry anytime soon. He looked at me and furrowed his eyebrows. I gulped down saliva in my throat. "Even when I don't?" he asked. "I-I I don't know... I just know that you... you are my husband and it's my duty" I answered honestly. "I am the darkest person you can ever meet Hailey. I am the most ruthless man of the North Mafia and thus of the biggest Mafia business. I am the one who knows and believes that love is nothing more than a state of mind that in medicals can be called Insanity. I am the last person who anyone can care about" he said.

"Your mother does. And you own it according to her will." It can't be. She owned nothing. She led a very normal life before she died. "So,I think I should marry..." "No." I shouted at him. "I'll never marry you." He let out a sigh of impatience. "I know that no one knows about your existence for a reason. One." He took another step forward, " you hate them. They hate you. Two." Another step, " your brother has a son. Jonathan doesn't know about it. You never told him. And you asked me not touch your family. I connected the dots. " Another step. "That old punk is obsessed with a male heir. He blames you for your brother's death. If he knows that he has....."

Controlled and mine as the heir. Dankworth Corporation had always been my father's empire, but after two years of proving myself, negotiating deals he never thought I could, saving a branch from collapse, and surviving the wolves that wore tailored suits, it had become my kingdom. The press called me the Ice Heir of Dankworth. A socialite and young billionaire. Ruthless like my grandpa.Brilliant like my father and Untouchable like my mother. If only they knew how wrong they were. Because I still have nightmares at night. Even when things have changed and I am surrounded by my people who are paid to keep me safe, I never truly feel that I am.