Ruthless Heir Novels & Stories

Not even at the funeral. Especially not at her funeral. From then on, I became exactly what he wanted. Ruthless. Cold. Brilliant. He stopped calling me boy and started calling me heir. But I wasn’t stupid. I knew he never saw me. Not really. I was a tool. A polished blade. A name he could attach to the empire he built on blood. And still, God help me I kept trying to earn his approval. Every deal I made, every man I outmaneuvered, every piece of me I sacrificed on the altar of his impossible standards I did it hoping he would say the words I had stopped admitting I needed.

This isn't just lust… This isn't just sex. This is something else, there’s more than lust in between his eyes. But why is he trying to keep himself from feeling it? Why is he hurting himself? He’s kissing me as he moves. But I can't help tearing up not just because of the feeling of having sex. But I can’t remains like this. I can't take it. I can't afford to be just the slave of his money, and not the only one. That fucking Aileen…

"You revealed the truth?" "No one had to," she replied, holding his gaze with a strength that made my chest swell. "I read the journals. I know the lineage." Darius tugged at his collar, his restless energy palpable. "My sire and his heir were butchers. I do not share their hunger for the slaughter. I am not my sire, Nia." "You choked her," Tunde growled, stepping forward, his shadow looming over the clearing. "Her skin still bears the mark of your cruelty. That is an unforgivable sin against the Nightfang Pack."

“As per tradition, I have arrived. And as you can see… I am not alone.” He turned to Zara, and his expression softened just for a fraction, enough for everyone to see. “I present to you… Zara Rutherford-Vance. Daughter of Elias Rutherford, The Architect. And my wife, my partner, and the rightful heir to the seat that has been waiting for her.” A ripple of shock and murmurs went through the crowd. An old man with white hair and sharp eyes stepped forward. He was Lord Harrington, one of the oldest members of the Council.

I go to the table. The page is dense, old handwriting in two languages, English and something older that I recognize as a Creole variant from my archive research. The English portion is a full clinical description of a working called The Lover's Ruin, which I have read about in Beatrice Ashworth's journals but which has never been as specific as what is written here. I read. The curse activates upon inheritance of the Sterling fortune. This I knew. The compulsion layer drives the heir to sabotage genuine love through pride, cruelty, and self-destruction. This I knew.

There was a high-resolution shot of him stepping out of a helicopter, wearing sunglasses and a suit that looked like it was cut from midnight itself. He looked... cold. Ruthless. His eyes, the ones that had looked at me with amusement in the rain, were dead sharks in these photos. I clicked on a leaked internal memo from Forbes that had never been published. Headline: THE IRON HEIR: How Sebastian Doubled the Empire's Value in Two Years. I read the texts. "The CEO is known for his uncaring, cold, ruthless, efficient in his job, and a most soughted bachelor. Rumors of a rift with his grandmother, the matriarch Eleanor, have sparked concerns about the company's future..."

And she cannot survive that. Tears slide down her cheeks in silence. Her arms ache with ghost-weight. Her body aches with the absence of her baby. Every instinct is screaming at her to return. But she remembers Luca’s face. His cage. His chains. And she keeps moving. ⸻ By morning, the world explodes. DE ROSSI HEIR CANCELS WEDDING — ADMITS SECRET CHILD — STOCKS PLUMMET SCANDAL OF THE CENTURY BILLIONAIRE CHOOSES LOVE OVER DYNASTY

she said and paused "The winner of this task is already known to us since I called everyone's income out and so, Mitchell Campbell is the new heiress to the Campbell's properties" she announced "What?!! That's not possible grandma! How can you allow her to rule over us? You know how grumpy she is already. If you make her the heiress, she will be so full of herself and won't have regard for anyone" John said "I never mentioned attitude when I gave you the tasks. Mitchell won this so you have to accept her as the heiress and put in your best next time" Grandma said

"Eric Winslet, seen slapped by the daughter of his new business partner 'William Anderson' at the launch party itself. " I was paused. How did that happen? I told Mathew to take care of this. "It's still not over. At least watch the whole thing." She dramatically said. You….?" He started but I stopped him. "You disappointed me. Not fair." "The emerging businessman was seen along with Noah Wright, the heir of Wright Industries, and Ashley Smith, heiress of Smith Industries. Did the facade of the enemy already fall? Is that easy for the heir of Winslet Industries, Inc? To get humiliated and work with the same man for sake of money? Money or Respect; what does he should have chosen?"

the chairman continued, "but, I'll soon retire and need someone to lead this place." He turned slowly toward Gilbert. "From this moment," the chairman said, his voice firm and clear, "I am announcing to this council and to the entire board… that Gilbert Cruz is my first son and now, the rightful heir to the Cruz Empire." The room fell silent. Not a single person made a sound. Gilbert’s breath caught at the board’s reaction. Didn’t they want him? His hand curled into a tight fist beneath the table as he forced a calm expression onto his face.