The Heir Cast Novels & Stories

He signaled for him to come over. Upon hearing that, Nina halted her movements. Her hand had frozen mid-wipe. "Isn't Calvin supposed to be the heir to Prosperous Group? Why is the heir turned into someone who goes by the last name Smith?" It was many people's first time seeing him, but they could tell that the future heir to Prosperous Group had an undeniable, commanding presence. Callum's youthful appearance belied the maturity and authority in his demeanor. I turned a deaf ear to Nina and looked around the room, noting that Calvin was still nowhere to be seen. It seemed like the show was about to kick off.

I could see the doubt spreading across their faces like a disease. “” Though your past record speaks for itself. You’re truly an intelligent woman, Mrs Morrison. But I must go with Victor. How are we sure you wouldn’t abandon the company like you did before? You have a track record of losing commitment, right now. We need a woman who has a make by her side to lead her through the rough times. A husband,” Richardson Hale, the head of the board members concluded. My mouth went bitter. "I am the rightful heir," I said, my voice stronger than I felt. "My father chose me. Trained me. This is my birthright."

"You thought I'd let them near her?" "I thought you'd have no choice." Her voice cracked. "You were the heir, Alec. Your father controlled everything. The Council would have taken one look at a half-blood bastard and—" "Don't." The word was sharp. "Don't call her that." "That's what they would have called her." Maya's hands were shaking now. "Right before they decided whether to take her from me or kill her outright." The truth of it hung in the air between them, ugly and undeniable.

As I headed downstairs, I could already hear everyone teasing him behind me. Our friend group was surprisingly diverse. Several of us came from wealthy families, but Mel was the only one who actually acted like it. Lyall came from even more money as the Alpha's heir, but years of training had taught him that leadership meant serving the pack, not being served by it. The music grew louder as I approached the bar. "Another round?" the bartender asked with a wink. I nodded. Within minutes, six freshly made drinks sat neatly arranged on a tray. "Need help carrying those?" he asked nervously.

“Crane knows who you really are, Julian. He’s known for weeks. He’s just been waiting… watching… to see who else figures it out.” Julian’s stomach tightened. Aiden stared at him. “You mean…” Oliver nodded. “Yes. He knows you’re the heir.” Clarissa stepped forward, and said in a hard voice. “Then why hasn’t he done anything?” “Because,” Oliver said slowly, “he’s not the type to eliminate the heir. He’s the type to use him.” Julian’s breath caught. “He wants to control you, Julian. Put you in Harold’s place, clean up the mess, and make it look like VanDermere Global is being saved from within. You’ll be his puppet, his perfect distraction while he tightens his grip on the company.”

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.

When he fell from his pony at ten and cried from the pain, she made him get back on immediately, blood still running down his scraped knee. “Pain is temporary,” she had said coldly. “Weakness is forever.” That was why her presence tonight felt like salt in an open wound. She had no idea how deeply her words affected him. His dick was very much *not* in check, and the only person it wanted was the one man who could burn everything down. “I have Lila,” he said coldly. “The press loves her. That’s enough for now.” “Lila is a placeholder,” Eleanor snapped. “Pretty arm candy. But the board is watching. One rumor that you’re not the perfect straight heir and we lose everything. Fix this. Or I will

he called as softly as he could and got their attention when he got closer. Dean was surprised to see him. But he can't hide his happiness. He misses him after a week of not seeing him. He misses Sean terribly. "Bun, you're here! When did you arrive? Why didn't you tell me?" he exclaims happily using his pet name for him for the first time since they made up. Employees that are present at the lobby stare at their boss in astonishment. But what got their attention more is Sean’s presence. Sean, the infamous heir of Chairman Stuart Williams. The eldest son of the Williams. The heir of the Empire Group of Companies. The lost prince.

“Word has it that his mistress and kid were open secrets in the family. Now that his son with his current wife died, they have no choice but to admit the bastard. He’s the only heir.” Heir of the Green family. That’s not an ordinary pie that falls off the sky every day. Scar can't help but frown, darting her judging eyes over to the man surrounded by a bunch of suits in the middle of the room. Elijah Green. Mistress and bastard.

the reporter asked eagerly. Christopher Archer stood there, looking directly into the camera, his face calm but intense. His voice was firm. “Yes, I’ve found her. It’s still a delicate situation, but I’m committed to reconnecting with my daughter, no matter how long it takes.” The reporter pressed further. "Does this mean she’ll be the sole heir to all your wealth?" Without hesitation, Christopher nodded. “Every single asset I own has already been prepared for her. My daughter will be the sole heir to my fortune.”