The Consortium's Heir Mga Nobela at Kwento

i turned and it was a pen that Mrs Tina our philosophy lecturer threw. " What are you two deliberating thats more important than what am teaching? On my next class I don't want to find you two sitting together" "Sorry mam" we replied simultaneously << >> The bell rings " Ok see you in our next class" Mrs Tina says as she walks out the class room. Oops! Where are my manners. lemme introduce myself. my name is Shield and am 17 .Never got to meet my dad, mom told me he died. And am the only son so that makes mom overprotective at times...We'll thatll be enough for now.

“If that is what you think, Matias. But remember, I am Cameron first and only love. My brother can’t beat that. Even if he tried harder.” Matias exaggerated take in a breath. “I see. So, you would you not mind?” and then he fished out something in his suit pocket. “If I call alexander? And tell him that Cameron is pregnant, and there’s a possibility that he is the father.” I leaned on my seat. “Yeah, sure, do that. My little bird also whispered to me that you are having a hard time finding the last heir of The Wilson? Ahh… the revenge is still on, I guess? Because I found something interesting.” I put my right hand on my chin, acting as if I am in-depth thoughts. “What if I tell you that I h

I stand there, panting, trying to clear my thoughts of the tiredness. I need to find a way to change this "last mission" of the heir. I don't know why he ran away, but I'm sure he'll be back. I can't run away forever, especially when he has a physical advantage. Any kid my age would easily accept a hug, but I'd rather die in battle. That's why they made it his final mission. Wait, the heir is under the tutelage of a new teacher since we arrived in Castile, since according to reports his last teacher is at home due to injury in battle. The only teacher in Castile who knows me so well is. . .

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.

"My brother wasn't working alone. The mining operation he was planning—the one your grandfather died trying to stop—it was funded by a consortium of international investors. They're still out there. And they've found another partner to carry on where Kael left off." "Vance Legacy," Riley said. "Vance Legacy is a front. A shell company designed to hide the real players." Vivian pulled out her phone, swiping through documents. "I have names. Bank accounts. Emails. Everything my brother kept—and he kept everything, because he was paranoid and meticulous in equal measure. I can give you the evidence you need to stop them for good." "In exchange for what?"

He made it clear to her, his tone nonchalant. He could understand why she and Ethan were doubting him. After all, if some stranger offered him help out of nowhere in his time of need, he’d also be wondering what they hoped to gain from it. But clearly, this woman had no idea who he was. He was the heir to the Danvers Consortium, a multi-billion-dollar business empire. He had nothing to gain by taking over her family’s business. Trying to prove himself to them felt absurd, but he knew he had to say something to ease their doubts.

"What?" "Jeff’s stable." Her voice crackled with static. "And you need to see this." A file popped up on my screen. Not auction records. Older. Much older. Consortium founding documents. From 1992. I zoomed in on the signatures. My breath left my lungs in a rush. Julian Mathers. And beside his name... "Eduardo Perez?" The words tasted like ash. My father’s name. Naz spoke quietly. "They built the Consortium together. Your dad left when you were six, right? That’s when Julian took full control."

--- ### **THE PIECES ALIGN** Back at the penthouse, Elena and Elijah were already waiting. Elena paced. “We lost visual on the silver-haired guy. Clean exit. Professional.” Elijah tossed a folder onto the table. “But we didn’t leave empty-handed.” Inside were stills pulled from hidden cameras—faces Aria recognized from the portraits on the wall. “The Consortium,” Elijah said. “Old blood. Older grudges.” Elena leaned forward. “And if the heir is alive, they didn’t just protect him.” “They shaped him,” Damian finished. The room went quiet.

She asks again. "It's not a company...well it is a company but it's the headquarters of all the companies under it's name. You know the Stone Empire, right? And I didn't tell my Mum because she would freak out about being the secretary for such a notorious womanizer" I reply and wait for a response that never came. "Keesha?....K?..... Keesha? are you still ther...." "You're working for the younger stone, are you shitting me right now?" She screams into the phone.

One of Christian's friends congratulated him. Christian sipped on his drink. "Thanks Aaron, but really, I should thank my ancestors, they started the consortium." Christian said, sincerely. Indeed, the Stark Consortium had existed since medieval times, and Christian had inherited the position of head of the consortium from his father. But now he was old and had handed the responsibility to the only Stark heir left, Arthur. Christian just hoped his grandson was mature enough to run the consortium. That was also one of the reasons he was insisting that his grandson should get married and have kids.