The Consortium's Heir Novels & Stories

Kenan continued, "There is also something else that is of everyone's interest. For that, perhaps Sir Connors will elaborate." "That's right, Kenan. Christina, I promised you that I will pass the reins of my conglomerate to you once we take out that loser Oliver." "Well, I intend to keep my promise. However, my dear, you may have to wait a little longer. Before I pass you the reins, I have to make sure... that the Quinton Consortium and their allies disappear from the face of this earth." declared Thomas. "You and what army, you old bag?" Tanya cursed under her breath.

She survived in the industry for so long and she learned tricks to oust the potential threats—she was never caught! “W-What are you talking about?” Director Sloan pulled the absent-minded Atasha back to her room followed by the manager who was fuming from the start. He let her sit and let her sink in what was happening before he spoke. “The son of Ashley is the crowned heir of the Elijah Consortium, dubbed as the uncrowned prince of the country. Atasha, you kicked the iron plate this time. This is the farthest I can protect you. We have worked together that’s why I am refraining you from appearing ever again in front of Ashley.” He sighed in resignation. “There is no going back this time.”

Castillo, who was also the most opposed by Roxy. Lia and Roxy were silent at the end of the meeting. That was because Summer and Ayesha kept them quiet. Also, even if Lia and Roxy don't like Ethan and Marcus's investment, it's still undeniable that their company will lose such opportunities to rise even more. Especially speaking, Lopez and Castillo are some of the most influential families who own big businesses around the country. That's why, Lia and Roxy let their two friends handle the investment deals. Because if they dip again, they might mess up again. ***

My grandfather asks, looking at me confused. "I'm fine". Answering softly, faking a smile. "Vitor, it's a pleasure to see you again". David speaks greeting my grandfather. "The pleasure is all mine". My grandfather reciprocates. "This is my youngest son, George Conner". Speaks, pointing to the one I thought was my fiancé, making me look surprised. -This is my heir, Thomas Conner. -Speaks pointing to the man I spent the night with. "It's an honor to finally meet you, Mr. Montanari". He greets my grandfather with a friendly smile.

Kiel had investigated the orphanages but discovered that the Venice Children’s Home in the capital was real, still active, and had, three weeks before my escape, received a request to transfer financial guardianship to an association linked to the Belmont Consortium—a consortium run by werewolves. I was surprised and looked at Selene. “Are you the owners of the Belmont Consortium?” I asked with genuine surprise. “My family,” Selene said by way of correction and smiled. “My uncle was Maurice Belmont, and I inherited a whole legacy of inter-species collaboration, and that legacy is shared among my children, but Arsel is the one who makes sure everything runs smoothly. We weren’t all that surpr

His trust? Right from time, the headquarter of the Horatio's group of companies has been Anderson's eye-catch among the other assets his father owned. He didn't know why but he knew pretty much that he wanted the conglomerate. Naturally, it is his inheritance as the first son and heir, his father had told him that years ago. But now he is willing to hand it over to his brothers who knew almost nothing about its management just for a wife? A wife! Anderson took another long sip from the drink.

"Now we need leadership. Someone to oversee the transition. Coordinate between families. Ensure everyone stays committed to the plan." She looked directly at Dante. "I nominate Dante Moretti as interim Chair of the consortium." "Seconded," someone said. Another vote. This one was unanimous. Dante stared at them. "You're sure?" "You survived Lorenzo and Almeida," the Contessa said. "You rebuilt the Moretti empire from nothing. You're exactly who we need." He thought about Sienna. About Leo. About the life they were trying to build. "I accept. On one condition."

Nathaniel answered. "Okay, I'll do just that." His mom responded. Few seconds later his father's voice came up. "Hello Nathan, what is it?" "Dad. I have something important I need to tell you." Nathaniel sounded urgent. "What is it? Hope there is no problem with my company?" His father asked. "No, I want to take a leave. I.. I have something important to do back in Washington. You know Isabella Asher Queen right? The current heir of Queens empire?" Nathaniel asked.

"To use his future as our named heir as proof that the whole agreement was always built on children being handed obligations they never chose." I sat down slowly, the full weight of it settling into my chest like cold water. "Nico is not our heir," I said. "Not officially. We have not even held that conversation as a family yet." "They do not need it to be official," Matteo said. "They only need it to be believable enough to make every house that trusted the Accord start doubting its foundations." "Then we control the story before they can," I said, my mind already racing ahead through the possibilities. "We name him publicly, on our own terms, with our own witnesses, before the consortium c

"And your marriage contract had one very specific clause." Lucian frowned. "The heir clause?" Gregory Winslow leaned forward. "Yes. It's year three, Lucian. That clause states that before the fourth year, an heir must be produced. No child means the marriage dissolves—and both our families lose everything we've built." Caliste raised an eyebrow. "Lose everything? Isn't that a little dramatic?" Her father glared. "It's not a joke, Caliste. The Velmores and Winslows joined for global control of trade and investment. If this marriage falls apart, dozens of partnerships collapse."