Novel & Cerita The Heir Book

Cassian asked, and he nodded with a smile. "You won't have to marry her or anything like that, just choose a woman who isn't materialistic and doesn't crave too much attention, as it could bring us significant problems in the future," he said, shrugging and taking the papers from his son's hands. "Why all of this?" Cassian asked, indignant with his father's attitude. "I want you to have an heir," he said, as if it were the easiest thing in the world.

His junior suddenly rose with such valor when Gabrielle was near Elea. In fact, if you pay close attention, Elea's body portion is very far from the type of woman she wants. His body is thin, his chest and buttocks also look flat. Not at all interesting, but that's precisely what managed to wake his junior. "Aish! Damn it. Why did you wake up at the wrong time anyway!" Gabrielle grumbled as she looked at her junior who was already standing up straight. His head suddenly became dizzy. Gabrielle knew that her juniors needed a place to take shelter. But he remembered that he was alone.

Such was the downside to my half-Irishness. “The last woman I dated left me for another man,” he said. At my wide-eyed look of surprise, he said rather cuttingly, “Surprised?” “Surprised that a woman would cheat on a prince? Yeah, kinda.” “The prince part attracts women—and men. That’s the simple part. It’s all of the baggage that comes with the title that makes women run away in the end.” I hadn’t even considered that, if I was being honest. As the heir to a literal throne, Olivier had more responsibility and scrutiny than I could ever imagine.

Though we weren't wealthy, I was happy. The Falkner family told me I was the real heir. I didn't want to be some rich heir. But my adoptive parents, with their traditional thinking, persuaded me to go back and be with my biological parents. Even Lydia said that education in the big city would be better for our future children. So I relented. But how ridiculous it all was. My parents, who pushed me to return, never truly cared for me. They always favored the fake heir, Xander. He ran the company as well. Mom and Dad even kicked me out of it.

And this time, she spoke a little awkwardly. "Yes, ma'am," Adit replied. "Get used to calling me Mom," Madam Sandra instructed, a little embarrassed. "Yes, mom," Aditya replied without thinking. For him, Mrs. Sandra is a woman he respects a lot, just like his mother, so whatever she tells him to do willingly. Moreover, he had received permission from his own biological mother, and although forced, the life as an heir that he never wanted he had to live today.

Cullen’s mother whispered. Hilarious. Because I already did. And then the thing spoke. The voice was… nothing. Not male. Not female. Not young. Not old. Just empty. “The Caller,” the Shadow Heir said. “You should not exist.” Wow. Hello to you too. Cullen growled. “Step back. Don’t come closer.” The Shadow Heir tilted its head like it was staring right at him—even with no eyes. “You fight for her,” the Heir said. “You will die for her.”

“Only the child of the royal family of the sunken kingdom could be the next heir, but they are dead. Even their people are nowhere to be found.” “Then, what would happen to the book?” “The book only lists what happened, and only shows what will happen to the heir.” It was an assurance that the book won’t be used badly, but also it’s still dangerous, for it will write down everything that is happening around the world. Every existence. “After they died, history was forcefully changed. The deaths of people who had suffered were changed, and I could only sit by and wait for the heir to appear and take the book back from the traitor.”

"Thank God you were so pigheaded. Otherwise, I might've actually married you—a fraud. "Now, even if you got down on your knees and begged me to marry you, I wouldn't be interested. The man I'm marrying is Arthur. He's the real heir to the Harrison family. As for you—" She looked me up and down, her eyes filled with contempt. "No matter how capable you think you are, you're still getting thrown out." My mom let out a cold snort. "Look at you now. If you'd just listened to us from the start, you wouldn't have ended up with everyone turning against you."

"Who would've thought? He looks so put-together, but behind closed doors…" Nora's voice shot up. "That's ridiculous! My husband would never…!" I opened the door and walked straight into the living room. Standing in the center, I pointed at Mandy's swollen belly and looked at Nora. "Didn't you say the Strouds need an heir? Isn't that baby in her exactly what you wanted?"

To secure the Brooks empire, their parents set two conditions for choosing the next heiress: Each daughter must present a business proposal strong enough to elevate the family business… And each must secure a fiancé from a reputable family to strengthen the Brooks name. For three months, Nina worked like her life depended on it—because it did. Sleepless nights, endless research, countless drawings. This was her chance to finally prove she belonged in the family. That she wasn’t just the adopted child. That she was worthy. But the chance had slipped through her fingers. Clara, her half-sister, had stolen her project. And now she stood there acting like a saint.