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And somewhere beneath the soil, a new seed began to stir, waiting for the rain, waiting for the light, waiting to become something more. The heir had planted her tree. And now the next heir would do the same. THE END

I glance down at my hand, a bruise-like pigment stood clear on the side of my hand, although I tried to cover it with a tattoo, it is still there. "How'd you know this?" I glared at him. He is really testing my temper. "I have the same one..." He shows his hand and look at me, "It's our family's mark. Anyone who has it, is the next heir to the throne. The next king that is destined to lead my people will be the only one who would bear this mark." He pointed down on my mark and made me look at him by pulling me down, "Son, I have lost your father, I cannot bear to lose you too."

He placed his hand on the door. It opened without resistance. Inside was a circular chamber filled with suspended pages—hundreds of them, floating like dead leaves in invisible wind. At the center stood a stone pedestal holding a single book bound in dark metal. The man approached it slowly. “You finally woke her,” he said. The book did not answer. It didn’t need to. He opened it. The pages turned on their own, stopping at a page that was no longer blank. Words burned into existence as he watched: The Moon Heir has awakened.

She closed the door behind her. I stood in the middle of the room, staring at the photos. It was strange seeing someone else wearing my face. I picked up one of the frames Celeste and Elias smiling together… and studied it for a moment before setting it down. I walked to the wardrobe and opened it. Her clothes were elegant, expensive, and nothing like my usual style. I closed the door and sat on the bed with the binder. Page after page of notes, habits, preferences, and photographs. I flipped through them slowly, then closed the binder and walked toward the terrace.

The folder Adrian had hidden from her was still inside her handbag, but she could not bring herself to open it because Adrian's words troubled her more than Damien's warning, especially the way he had told her she deserved another life as though he had already decided he would no longer be part of it. When Sophia finally entered the mansion, she found Adrian sitting near the window with an old photograph in his hands, and he quickly lowered it when he noticed her. She recognized the picture immediately because it showed the unfinished nursery in their old house, the same room they had once stood in while arguing playfully over paint colors and furniture. "You still have that?" Sophia asked,

The monstrous cruelty of it stole my breath. "He’s suffocating us," I breathed, the horror dawning fully. "He freezes everything, paralyzes the company, makes it impossible for you to function… and in three days, when the Heir Clause activates, there’s nothing left to inherit but ashes and debt. He walks in as the ‘savior’." The sheer, diabolical elegance of Alister’s plan was horrifying.

he said coldly, and I scoffed. I took a deep breath, rolled my eyes at him, and walked away to the library room. Getting to the library room, he stepped forward and opened the door, and I walked in. I smiled gently as my gaze landed on the shelves which were filled with numerous books. The smile on my face brightened as my eyes caught a glimpse of an interesting book that I'd been looking for. The Rise Of The Secret Trillionaire Heir. It's an interesting and thrilling story written by rare gem writes. It's available in Goodnovel and Meganovel.

When we finally got home, he headed straight for his study, leaving me to walk up the stairs to our cold bedroom by myself. ​I sat down at my vanity, reaching into a hidden drawer beneath the velvet lining to pull out a thick folder buried under my jewelry. I flipped through the pages, my eyes landing on the seal of Vane Holdings and the documents that proved I was the sole heiress to a conglomerate that made the Blackwood fortune look like pocket change.

Chapter 2 ELENA'S POV My fingers grazed the pendant on my neck, my lips quivering as I stared at my motionless grandma. The pendant had been a gift from her when I had given birth to Elijah. Back then, she seemed so full of life. And now… I sighed, wiping my tear-streaked face with the back of my hand. Where did I go wrong? That question had haunted me for a long time now, and what hurt the most was that I had the answers.

His voice was clear, not distorted by smoke or memory. “You are not just my daughter,” he continued. “You are my heir, Our name carries power, and power invites enemies.” “I don’t want enemies,” I heard my younger self say. He smiled sadly. “No one does.” He stood and walked toward a bookshelf, pressing against a hidden panel. It slid aside, revealing a safe embedded in the wall. From it, he withdrew a thick leather-bound ledger. “This,” he said, placing my small hand on top of it, “can destroy families, Governments and an Entire empires. If anything ever happens to me, you are the only one who can open it again.”