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, Evan called out. The burly man raised his head and looks at Evan. “Evan, this is her. The heir. She’s the one I have been looking for!”, he explained shortly. “We need not worry about the Ender’s plot because we have the heir here. With us! We can protect her and fulfill the wishes of the King and Queen a long time ago.” Evan seems to be thinking. He looks at me with an observant gaze – he took a step towards me and copied the same stance as what Hughes did a few minutes ago. “It is a pleasure to finally meet you.”

Compared to having his lover by his side, he would much rather have his company! [Such a pity for Harmonia. She was already dumped by Absalom. After she got together with a new sugar daddy, Hector dumped her too!] [Someone took her in, didn’t they? We just don’t know who bought Marshtown Studio yet. Do you girls have any news?] [Could it be the mysterious heir of the billion-dollar fortune? I heard that the heir has suddenly shown up and claimed it despite having been gone for nine whole years.] [The heir is actually an heiress who owns a Lamborghini! She wore sunglasses, a baseball cap, and a mask. She’s really mysterious!]

She doubted her father, although he was the most powerful lord, could cause such silence. “Welcome, all of you, for honoring the banquet held for Lady Aria, our mother goddess, as a token of our love and appreciation. I can’t thank you more for being loyal subjects.” He said it and swallowed as everyone listened to him keenly. “It is also a joyful moment for me to properly introduce your future heir and king to the throne. My son, Prince Jacob.” He said it with a warm smile on his face. Irene stared at the three brothers as she wondered who the heir was. The heir was her chosen spouse, and she was eager to see him. One of the three brothers, the one who had his hair tied in a bun, stood up f

"The one who refused to be siphoned. You are the anomaly I was waiting for, Zora Vane. You and the man who refused to stay dead." He turned his gaze to Dante. "The 'Third Heir' upstairs is holding the sky, but he is a stone King. He cannot rule a world of flesh. And the twin in your arms... he is the 'Shadow-Heir,' the one who remembers the pain. Neither of them is whole." "What are you saying?" Dante growled, his "Void-Titan" form flickering with an unstable, violet light.

"But he’s missing one piece. The piece that was traded away to save a life seventy years ago. The piece that is currently sitting in this room." I looked at Julian. Then at Xander. Then I realized Adelaide wasn't looking at us. She was looking at the baby. "The Heir isn't the Thirteenth," Adelaide said, her eyes flashing with a terrible truth. "He’s the Fourteenth. He’s the decoy. Your son... your son is the one the Spire was actually built to protect. He is the only 'Life-Credit' that doesn't belong to the system." The library lights flickered. The jars of ink on the shelves began to rattle. Above us, the heartbeat-sync of the city shifted, a massive, subsonic thrum that made the basalt wal

“If this Inheritance Clause traces to both families, Blackwood through Victor’s funding and Hartman through Margaret’s mergers…then everything we built sits on their unfinished war.” “Which means the Alliance was doomed from its foundation,” I said quietly. Evelyn - Executive Floor By afternoon, the sky over London carried the flat tone of gathering rain again…the colour of consequence. Luca handed me the printed summary Damien compiled, each page heavier than paper should feel. His wound still forced him to favour one side, yet he stood as firm as ever. “I hope you’re sitting down before reading that,” he said. “I learned to read bad news standing,” I replied. “It keeps me from collapsing.”

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.

He nodded, “Connie will be in shortly with discharge instructions. I want to see you back here in a week.” After receiving discharge instructions from Connie, we bundled up our babies and walked to the packhouse. As soon as we walked in, we were bombarded by people. Aunt Piper, Uncle Ace, Honi, Nyx, Andrew and Jacob came running up to us, trying, and failing, to be quiet. Aunt Piper and Honi each take a baby and Andrew, Jacob and Uncle Ace go to admire them Andrew asked, “So which one is our alpha heir?” I replied, “That would be the bigger one. His name is Kenneth.” The smaller one is the beta heir for Cold Springs Pack.”

It took five breaths before she reopened them and they looked normal. She collapsed back in the chair with a look of exhaustion and triumph, like someone who had just won a life-or-death fight at great odds. “He has an heir. It’s a she-wolf who has been working with him for some time over two years.” I perked up feeling my own heart beginning to race. The damn spy had been holding something important back. An heir. This whole time he had an heir. We had been operating on the idea that he was the last in line and that would make them weaker, but no wonder his people were fighting so strongly. They had a future once he was gone.

Bryan blurted out, “Why do you think I could even remember how she smelled? We didn’t have any closer interactions than shaking hands and social small talk,” “I’m sorry if you feel offended. Alright, difficult to describe over the phone. Let’s meet after you come back. Have a good vacation!” Bryan sighed after he hung up the call. Both as the heirs of a family business, Vincent had a tougher life to get what he deserved as the heir than him, of course with a higher wealth level too. As the sole heir of S&T group, he had a happy family and did not take much to get control of the law firm business. Vincent, on the other hand, was the “forgotten son” for years wandering in the UK, with a depres