The Dominant Heirs นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She shook her head, looking like she was holding back laughter. "Okay," she said, "I am Isabella Domitia, heiress to the Domitia fortune, and I have an offer for you." Isabella Domitia. I know that name. The Domitia family is one of the wealthiest families in Goldcrest City. "Let me guess," I said, "in return, you want me to keep your elopement a secret." "Exactly," she replied. "If you do that, I'll let you go to my home and be Isabella Domitia instead."

she declared, walking out of the room with loud thumps. The room quickly turned silent but chaotic with unspoken words. Andrew shivered in my arms and I couldn't bring myself to make him calm. I was confused and filled with regrets. “What are you going to do, Alpha?” Marcus stepped forward behind me. “You wanted an heir… it seems like you have one,” “The only heir I want is with Anna, my mate,” I fumed. “I understand,” Marcus nodded. “But looks like someone came first. You can't possibly reject your child,” he assumed.

Her voice was gentle, careful and almost angelic. The board members murmured in admiration. “What a thoughtful sister.” “She’s so fair.” “Clara really has a leadership spirit.” Nina wanted to scream. Instead, her heart cracked. Because three months ago, the Brooks family had made a decision that changed everything. Since the family had no sons, their entire legacy depended on their daughters. To secure the Brooks empire, their parents set two conditions for choosing the next heiress: Each daughter must present a business proposal strong enough to elevate the family business…

It was Neil, the same man who had followed Zachary before. Dominic scanned the crowd. Even surrounded, he showed no sign of concern. "What's this about?" he said. "Planning to mess with me?" Neil replied coldly, "Since you're here, let's not waste words. Was it you who caused the heir's death?" Dominic smiled faintly. "You came all this way just to ask me that?" Neil said, "Dominic, you're smart. I know you're a hero's descendant, and the Hales protect you. But things have already reached this point. Either you die, or the trap breaks.

"I'll come back. We'll figure this out. We'll find a way." The Rites of Passage weren't optional—not for a Stonehaven heir. Every alpha-blooded son had to complete the three-month isolation in the northern territories before they could claim their place in the pack hierarchy. It was tradition, ritual, law. Alec had known it was coming since he was old enough to understand what his last name meant. But knowing didn't make it easier. He'd spent weeks trying to find a way around it, some loophole that would let him stay, but his father had made it clear: refuse the Rites, and he'd forfeit his claim to everything—his inheritance, his position, his voice in the Council. He'd become nothing. And i

Cassian asked, and he nodded with a smile. "You won't have to marry her or anything like that, just choose a woman who isn't materialistic and doesn't crave too much attention, as it could bring us significant problems in the future," he said, shrugging and taking the papers from his son's hands. "Why all of this?" Cassian asked, indignant with his father's attitude. "I want you to have an heir," he said, as if it were the easiest thing in the world.

The door opened, and my breath caught in my throat. It was Helen. Helen—my best friend. I stared in disbelief as she smiled warmly and let him inside. My legs felt like they might give out, but I forced myself to move closer. I crept toward the window, careful to stay out of sight. Inside, they were standing close, too close. Helen’s hands brushed against his chest, and then he pulled her into his arms. Their lips met in a kiss so passionate it made my stomach turn. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t look away.

“You must be married and have a male heir. Only then will the accounts be unlocked, and you’ll be able to access all the assets, including the financial accounts, properties, and other life savings holdings. Until these conditions are met, everything remains frozen.” Liam’s mind raced. His , his image—all of it relied on his access to those funds. Without them, he’d be nothing more than a man in a mansion with no means to sustain it. And Maya, wasn’t ready to settle down, much less have a child. He cursed under his breath, running a hand through his hair. Then, an idea struck him.

And when everything was resolved with Dominic, when he realized how much he did it to keep me as his heir, they would all regret it. I would make sure of that. Starting with Renee.