The Heir And Spare Novels & Stories

“I spent so long chasing ghosts. Now I have a future—with you.” She kissed his collarbone trailing down right over his heart. “We mourn the fallen tomorrow. Tonight, we remember we’re still building.” Healing came gradually. Memorials for lost soldiers and allies. The silence of the night where Damien held her through nightmares of blood and war. Shared dinners where Romnick’s jokes erupted laughter from tired gazes. The empire stabilize. Yet in the final strategy meeting, a subtle shadow loomed. A single message binged from unknown numbers. The Heir had been chosen and crowned. Watch the bloodline from far and near.

“Front page of three entertainment sites. Two business blogs. And one political rag that should absolutely know better.” Zara sent the link. Alicia didn’t open it right away. She already knew what it would be. When she did, the photo stared back at her. Alex’s hand at her waist. Her head tilted toward him. The dance floor lights blurred just enough to make it intimate and undeniable. HEIR TO THE GEORGE EMPIRE REKINDLES ROMANCE WITH FORMER FLAME — SOURCES CONFIRM A CHILD IS INVOLVED Her stomach dropped. “They’re speculating,” Zara continued. “Nothing confirmed. But they’re circling.”

And this time, the target wasn't the heir to the West fortune. It was the spare.

Frankly, he was boring and useless, much like my older brother. I was really interested in speaking with his younger brother. All royal families were the same: there was the heir, and the spare. The heir was showered with the praise and attention and power, and the spare faded into the background. Once the heir started having children of their own, the spare was nothing more than a distant memory.

Grandma said and I heaved a sigh of relief She's going to start with John and Hazel so Mitchell and I will know our fate by then but I have a feeling that Mitchell is going to become the heiress. How great will it be for a heir and heiress to be together? We will conquer the world together and make so many histories. TBC........ ©️ Tricia

"There might… there might be one avenue. A loophole. An interpretation so archaic, so rarely considered, it’s practically forgotten." Damien’s head snapped up. "What loophole?" "The Heir Clause," Franklin said slowly, choosing his words with deliberate care, "specifies a 'direct, legitimate heir of the body born to the Principal Beneficiary or his lawful spouse.'" My breath hitched. "Born." The word was a physical blow. Damien flinched almost imperceptibly.

She asked with a more polite tone. “It is as what you’ve said.” She transferred her eyes to Carsillion, who moved and slowly opened his eyes, which Ashriel covered with her hands. She is the third grandchild, so why is it that people addressed her as the Heir? What she knew was that Amber WILL be the Heir. “I don’t understand.”

Out of nowhere, I say, “I’m curious about…the lost heirs.” “Pff. Probably some dumb kids that got lost in the woods or something,” he says, and adds, “I think all the answers we need to know about our… distant relatives are all in that house. Even though it’s not on display, they have to have a storage unit where they keep all their albums and whatnots.” I nod and turn my eyes back to the manor, a mischievous look infringing on my expression. “Race you back?” I grip the reins readily.

I said slowly, the name foreign in my mouth. He smirked. “So you do remember.” “I’ve never seen you in my life.” “Of course not,” Adrian said. “That was part of the plan.” Ava stepped back. “What plan?” Rachel folded her arms. “Your father had two heirs. But only one was meant to inherit the Cross empire. The other was insurance.” “You were the spare,” Adrian added. My pulse raced. "No. "That is not possible." Adrian shrugged. "Then how do you explain this?" He removed a worn photo from his coat—two baby boys. Matching eyes. Matching smiles. Matching birthdates.

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.