The First Heir Novels & Stories

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.

Emeraude tried to soothe. "Explain this to me now?" Bree requested, now with a more controlled voice. "Well, I don't know where to start. I'm already two months along, and the father is Cassian St. Clair," Emeraude revealed, fidgeting with the ends of her hair and hearing the silence on the other end of the line. "Bree?" "I'm in shock right now," confessed Bree, her voice low. "You lucky girl! You're carrying an heir to a damn fortune," she added, making Emeraude laugh.

he added when he realized it was not just them. My eyes snapped towards the newcomers, and the pieces started fitting themselves together. It was no fucking wonder why Beauty had a powerful aura and had the personality that she did. She was not only from Alpha blood but was an Alpha heir. Anyone could be named an Alpha heir, but only the first-born from the Alpha held an additional source of power within them unless they formally relinquished their birthright or were stripped of it. First-born simply meant the first birth in the case of multiples. “Alpha Crestor,” the headmaster said as the bastard’s father walked in as well.

He asked, looking at me from head to toe and focusing on the neckline of my blouse, making me roll my eyes. I move closer to him, glaring at him. "I am the Montanari heiress, this chair is mine!" I speak a little lower, but firm and serious. "And I am your future husband and I would have to take over the company". Seriously spoken. "But don't worry, I can make you secretary. You'll be great to work with". Speaks mischievously, licking his lips as he looks down at my cleavage again. I roll my eyes and walk over to his side, controlling myself so I don't end up committing murder.

He had landed himself in trouble! This was a disaster! Rachel’s next sentence made Chester even more flustered. “Philip Clarke is the heir to the main Clarke family. The one you kidnapped is the youngest princess of the main Clarke family.” Thump! In a flash, Chester staggered and almost lost his balance. How could this be…

“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.”

The moment my mother in-law uttered that word, I coughed so hard and almost choked on the food I was eating. The Heir reveal is like a ritual that every legitimate son of the Seattle's must partake in to be legible for a part in the will of Mr Seattle. This was like a dream come true for Kai since he was the only one without a child amongst his brothers and to add to his joy, he's the first to have a male child.

I said again, my voice steady, ringing across the chamber. Elder Darius leaned forward in his seat, studying me with an expression I couldn’t read. Kael and Thorne didn’t move, but I felt their tension like a storm bottled inside the room. Celina’s smile was thin and sharp, and Lyra’s eyes glittered with something darker than disapproval. I drew in a breath. “First—my child will be recognized as an heir. Not whispered about, not hidden, not compared. An heir, as much as any born before or after him.”

She begged. I strode out, ignoring Heather's worried pleas behind me. Let her fret. Either the boy would learn his place here or reject his heritage entirely. The choice would be his come tomorrow's crucible. As my first child, is he capable of being my heir? Is he that strong?

I have always been a stickler for the rules. In elementary school, our class holds an election for class president. The teacher ignores the vote and appoints the principal's son instead. I follow the school's rule that whoever receives the majority vote should win, gather all 42 students, and take the election straight to the principal's office to redo the vote. When I grow up and start working, my boss hands me a thousand-dollar expense receipt and orders me to file a ten-thousand-dollar reimbursement claim. I refuse, as it violates company policy. The manager laughs. "Here, whatever the boss says goes. Learn to bend when you can, or the company may decide it needs someone more obedien