The Heir Cast Novels & Stories

'But he does know that you've made a will leaving everything to him, all the shares in the bank? David shook his head again. 'Snd after what you've just told me, I am having second thoughts. I need an Heir to carry on after me at the bank and you need a father for your baby. The child will have my blood in his veins afterall, it seems a perfect solution to both our problems, don't you agree? So, Sharon, will you marry me?' She almost thought for a moment that she hadn't heard him correctly and she didn't answer, just looked at him blankly.

I stand there, panting, trying to clear my thoughts of the tiredness. I need to find a way to change this "last mission" of the heir. I don't know why he ran away, but I'm sure he'll be back. I can't run away forever, especially when he has a physical advantage. Any kid my age would easily accept a hug, but I'd rather die in battle. That's why they made it his final mission. Wait, the heir is under the tutelage of a new teacher since we arrived in Castile, since according to reports his last teacher is at home due to injury in battle. The only teacher in Castile who knows me so well is. . .

I plan on bringing the child to the castle frequently, just like how I came to the castle all the time when I was a child. Brandon kisses her cheek. “I’m sorry, honey. I’ve been trying to hold off on this topic for as long as I can. I don’t even want to think about it, but at some point, we would have to do exactly what my parents have done with Dee. For the previous generation, Uncle Charles is the hidden heir.” Katherine’s eyes snap over to my uncle. This shouldn’t be a surprise, based on what she already knows about me, but clearly this isn’t something that she even considered.

But at the same time, I become wary about the future. My father just said I was the heir to this family. But I do not know anything about the underground world. Also, I’ve almost died twice now. The necklace. I left it back in the other house. If I’m allowed to pack my clothes. I’ll keep that necklace and ask what is it really about. I don’t think it’s just a normal necklace that Hannah wore.

The arrogant Lorie came into the room along with his secretary. Khloe raised her brows at him and his her balled fist. Lorie, the prideful Heir of her second uncle. She hated him to the extreme core and glared at him. “And how are you sure that you are going to win?” “I already have a lead and met with few individuals which promised me that they would get the work done before noon. I know you are trying so hard, baby sister, but you can never out stand me. When it comes to business, you will always be my shadow! ”

I never expected to see him here because, as I remember, he suddenly dropped out of school back then. "Chase, you’ve already met Castillon's daughter." We both turned to the voice calling out to Chase— a man and a woman who looked to be around the same age as Papa. The man resembled Chase, so it was not surprising that they were his parents. "Good evening," I politely greeted the couple. "Good evening, Hija. Shall we go inside?" the woman asked with a smile. I looked confusedly at Chase, and when he smiled at me, I suddenly realized everything. Chase was the heir of the prestigious TAC Group of Companies!

A girl I barely remembered from a yoga class once commented on one of my ancient I*******m posts with: “Wait. Is your son THE Wolfe heir?” I stood in Lucien’s penthouse kitchen in one of his oversized T-shirts, barefoot and completely overwhelmed. Leo, on the other hand, sat at the island with a banana pancake and a crown made of napkins he’d proudly taped together. Completely unbothered. “Mommy,” he said between bites, “what does ‘heir’ mean?” I blinked. “Where did you hear that?” “On TV.” He shrugged. “Some lady with a lot of makeup said I’m the Wolfe heir. Do I have to wear a crown now? Is it heavy?”

she declared, walking out of the room with loud thumps. The room quickly turned silent but chaotic with unspoken words. Andrew shivered in my arms and I couldn't bring myself to make him calm. I was confused and filled with regrets. “What are you going to do, Alpha?” Marcus stepped forward behind me. “You wanted an heir… it seems like you have one,” “The only heir I want is with Anna, my mate,” I fumed. “I understand,” Marcus nodded. “But looks like someone came first. You can't possibly reject your child,” he assumed.

I already knew where this was going. I was the first son and the business alwaya went to the first son, just as it had always been. “And so,” he continued, cool eyes sweeping between me and Diego. “I will hand the reins to the son who proves himself the most capable.” My mother’s brows knitted together. “Guillermo… surely you mean Alejandro.” She glanced at me, then back at him. “He’s the eldest. It's the Castillo tradition.” “No,” Father said, voice hardening.

Her reflection in the window looked unrecognizable: soot‑stained, hair pinned back in functional defiance, eyes that hadn’t truly slept. “Welcome home,” Adrian said from across the aisle. “If home still applies.” She exhaled through half a smile. “Home is just geography before the first headline hits.” Luca powered up his portable rig, still drowsy from the sedatives but alert when screens cascaded awake. “Public feeds already spinning,” he said. “They’re calling you ‘the crowning heir returning with ashes.’ Poetic nonsense.” “Poetic is deadly before breakfast,” Adrian muttered, scanning the perimeter.