The First Heir 소설 & 이야기

“Your father wasn’t the man everyone thought he was. Before your precious mother. Before the empire. Before the lies.” Her breathing hitched. “He had a first family.” Her pupils dilated. “A woman he erased. A child he abandoned.” I straightened, letting the truth settle like poison in her veins. “I am the first son of Arthur Quinn,” I said plainly. “Not Alex.” Her mouth parted. The color drained from her face. “No…” she whispered. “That’s not…” “I am the rightful heir to Quinn’s Corp,” I went on, voice steady, almost proud. “The name. The power. The legacy. Everything that was handed to him instead of me.”

Theodor, a 29-year-old man, is the first grandson of Gilbert Jansen Burg, the owner of Burg Corporation, and has been named the company's heir. That doesn't necessarily make Theodor big-headed or dependent on his family. Theodor felt he was carrying a Very Heavy mandate, so he always wanted to feel perfect at every opportunity. Theodor was such a genius that his grandfather felt. He had made no mistake in choosing the heir to his fortune. "My grandson, you're finally home. How was the company today?" "Yes, as usual. Very busy." Theodor said. "Good, good. You're a child genius." Gilbert complimented.

Before Her Heir. Sienna’s breath caught. “Her Heir,” she whispered. Harvey’s face paled. “No. No, Sienna, you don’t understand. It’s not just about the bloodline. It’s what you’re meant to do with it. You’re not just the heir... you are the one who will either break the curse or become its next victim.” Sienna looked at the journal again, her heart racing. The final words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain: Her Heir. Her destiny had just been laid bare before her, and she had no idea how to stop the storm that was about to break.

He holds my gaze and challenges every reason my brain comes up with that he’s here with me tonight for any reason other than he wants to be with me. “So, you’re not a choice of successor. You’re an heir,” he says slowly, as if trying to comprehend what I’m saying. “I’m not just AN heir, Benedict. I’m THE heir,” I say quietly. “What do you mean?” “When my grandfather met my grandmother, his fated mate, he didn’t accept her. He didn't realize that she had Alpha blood. You know how second sons become Betas and second sons of Betas become Gammas, etc?” I ask.

Afraid. Gabriel stood closest. I met his eyes. “I go first.” He didn’t speak right away. “You shouldn’t—” Max started. “I will,” I cut in. “This place answered me. Not you. Not him.” I reached up and touched Gabriel's cheek for a moment before turning back to the stairs. “I’m still the heir,” I said. “Cursed or not.” The words settled into the stone. Silence followed. Heavy. Respectful. Gabriel nodded once.

Isabella stood by the pool, watching him go, her heart aching. The will reading was held in the library. Isabella sat beside Sebastian, Lucas, and Lily in her lap, her mind still reeling from her conversation with Damien. The lawyer read from a document, his voice droning, the words blurring together. Sebastian inherited the estate. Damien inherited the company. Isabella inherited a trust fund she hadn't expected. "Grandfather wanted to take care of you," Sebastian said, as they walked back to the car. "He didn't even know me."

She was desperate. This matter will be discussed privately. No one is to speculate in the family chat. A reply came almost instantly from one of the senior branch elders. It ceased to be private when a false heir was introduced into the bloodline. Another elder added: Mooncrest must verify the report in person. Then the patriarch of one of the branch lines, who rarely spoke at all, sent the message that changed everything. Bring the physician who handled the original examination to the Vale estate tonight. This will be settled before witnesses.

The notary's finger hovered above the keyboard for a moment. "Mrs. Fuzio." He adjusted his glasses, not daring to look straight at me. "The heir next in line needs to be present to confirm his intentions." I was confused. Christian Fuzio was an only child. His parents passed away ten years ago. We were married for 20 years with no children. "What did you say?" Before the notary could reply, the doors opened. When the boy walked in, I didn't even react. That was, until I saw his face.

“Before the packs. Before dominance became law.” A cold realization settled in her chest. “That’s why they were hunted,” she said. “Yes.” His voice softened but it didn’t feel kind. “It took centuries to wipe them out.” Lucian swore under his breath. “And now,” the man continued, “you carry something even more valuable than that bloodline.” His gaze dropped again to her stomach. Icarra’s breath caught. “The heir,” he said quietly, “is not just a child.” Her entire body went rigid. “It is the first true Sovereign born in generations.”

Heir. Fear moved through me then in a different shape than before. Not abstract. Not philosophical. Immediate. If Tobias Viremont still lived, then I was not some nameless stranger who might pass through the Outlands unnoticed. I was his offspring. His heir. The child my mother took from him and carried back across the barrier. A stolen claim. A missing bloodline. Something more dangerous than I had ever imagined myself becoming.