The Heir And Spare の小説・ストーリー

answered Blake, who kept his eyes straight, looking at the wall across where he stood. Then, at least look at her when saying those words. Alise was about to cry, and she didn’t want any of them to see her. Alise didn’t want them to think she was ungrateful and such. But none of them thought of her that way. They knew she was just lost. “Then what am I supposed to do now?” Her voice wavered. “To ensure your protection, we’ll announce that the family’s heir is back. These seven boys have been trained for years and dedicated their lives to you. You’ll be attending Prestigious Academy. There, you will learn various things.”

In low voices that were meant to be overheard. Catherine learned that quickly. At one gathering, a matron from an allied line looked at her over her glass and smiled. “So the barren Luna you drove out was actually a royal daughter?” Another woman added before Catherine could answer, “And the ‘heir’ you celebrated so loudly wasn’t even your blood?” Catherine’s face turned so stiff it looked carved from stone. But the mockery did not stop there. Inside the Vale bloodline, the atmosphere had already begun to sour. The elders were furious. Not only had Damian failed to keep his mate, he had nearly allowed an outsider’s child to enter the direct succession line under the Vale name. It was humilia

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.

he said quietly, “if you go in, you won’t come out the same.” My breath caught. I stared at him. “Then what do I do?” I asked. Marcus looked at the tunnel. His voice was quiet. “You let her choose,” he said. My heart stopped. My eyes widened. “What?” I whispered. Marcus looked at me. “You are not the heir,” he said. “You’re the key.” My chest tightened. My mind screamed. “You said I was the heir,” I whispered. Marcus nodded. “You are,” he said. “But not the heir of the spine.”

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.

"Oh? So what you are really trying to say is that if I choose you, I will get everything?" She crosses her legs, her eyes glinting dangerously in the dim light. "Including the Vane empire?" Nathan falls silent. Leaning forward slightly. "We both know the truth, Nathan. You are the golden heir, groomed from birth to inherit the empire. Whatever is left over will inevitably go to your precious little sister, Stella. Marcus is just the spare. He won't inherit much of anything." "Is that so?" she continues, her gentle tone making the brutal reality of his parents' extreme favoritism sting even worse.

she said. "Yup," I replied. "She's an heiress. And it turned out that she looks exactly like me." "Omigosh, really?" she exclaimed with wide eyes. "Yeah…" I said. "One thing led to another, and now I have to be Isabella Domitia while she runs off to happily ever after with her boyfriend." 'Actually, I doubt it's going to be happily ever after,' I thought, thinking of how untrustworthy Elijah was. "But that's where it gets crazy," I added.

Nick asked as he held her by the waist. Celine put her arms around him and smiled up at him "It's a yes and will always be a yes Nick, I love you more than life it self and I will always want you and little Alice and more children to come"She said "I love you my crazy heiress"he said softly "And I too"Celine sighed as she gave him her heart and soul completely.

"That's enough!" Derek suddenly yelled, glaring at me with pure contempt. "Let me tell you the truth—I'm the heir of the Astor family. When my parents get here tomorrow, forget a few dozen—I could give you hundreds! Thousands! You're nothing but a pathetic loser. Who are you to humiliate me?" With that, he shoved past me and ran out. Estelle's face darkened as she snapped at me, "Happy now? You really did hit your head. Now nobody's happy. Just pack your things and come with me!"

“No priestly confinement. No isolation. No rituals conducted without my consent.” “And hers,” Lyra added quietly. The council erupted. “This is madness—” “You cannot shelter her from destiny—” “The mate bonds are breaking—” “That’s enough,” I growled, letting my wolf bleed into my voice. The walls seemed to lean inward under the pressure. “If the realm is fracturing, it’s because you keep trying to force ancient systems to obey your fear.” The words tasted like treason. Cian’s eyes darkened. “If she is the Heir, Alpha… then the realm may not survive her defiance.”