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Remi didn't say anything at first, just watched me the way you watch something you're deciding whether to bother with, and I sat there across from two of the most powerful men in the country and felt smaller than I had felt at any point since this entire nightmare started. "You know what our sister gave up for you?" Cyrus said. "I know," I said. "Do you" he said, and it wasn't a question, it was a statement wearing a question's shape. "She walked away from all of this. This building, this name. Every door it opens. Three years of her life to a man who couldn't see her standing in front of him." "I know what I did," I said. "I'm trying to fix it." Remi laughed, short and humorless. "Fix it,"

Theodor, a 29-year-old man, is the first grandson of Gilbert Jansen Burg, the owner of Burg Corporation, and has been named the company's heir. That doesn't necessarily make Theodor big-headed or dependent on his family. Theodor felt he was carrying a Very Heavy mandate, so he always wanted to feel perfect at every opportunity. Theodor was such a genius that his grandfather felt. He had made no mistake in choosing the heir to his fortune. "My grandson, you're finally home. How was the company today?" "Yes, as usual. Very busy." Theodor said. "Good, good. You're a child genius." Gilbert complimented.

said Levi then stood up to leave. "Really? But I don't have money, sister!" Elea was sad again. "You don't have Elea's money, but I do. I'm not a poor person like you!" said Levi annoyed. "Okay, if you insist sister!" Levi dumbfounded Forced? Oh my god this girl. "Well then, I'll go first. Go there, work well so you can quickly become a rich person with lots of money!" sneered Levi before leaving his little friend.

Zale's mother paused and looked at grandpapa saying that he should the one to say it. "It was to gather the heirs of each throne. The heir of the Fire's Throne, Seraphina Agni, the heir of the Ocean's throne, Zale Altan. The two of you who are together meaning that you are about to be completed." He said. I am the heir of the Fire's throne, a title that holds so much power. It's like next to being a God. Zale patted my shoulder and nodded at me. I looked at the scenery, there is nothing to see but the vast ocean. I sighed.

Taking me by surprise, I didn’t think she would make me heir of the family. To be announced heir of this empire is something only dreams are made of. I merely nod, I mean I’m not going to complain. It’s an honor to be the heir of the Bodega family. Aside from Dante my stepbrother, I have a stepsister, Harlee. She is a few years younger than me and has made it perfectly clear she does not want to be heir. Dante has already many years ago when I still lived at home explained that he does not want to be heir one day. He will at some point branch out on his own, so I am the only one left to be the heir and even though I am Isaac Bodega’s stepdaughter, he loves my mother entirely and is happy for

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?”

“Holy shit, Lyriana. You’re pregnant with the heir to both thrones. This is more than a scandal. This is a looming war waiting to happen.” I held intensely unto the edges of the windowsill. “I am aware.” “So what do you want to do?” she asked. “I am confused,” I said with a heavy hear. “Well… you better figure it out before someone else does.” She said as I hung up the call. My breath caught in my throat as I reread the letter. Alaric. Here. In the same palace. This was the same man that ruined the world I had. He owns the child I am carrying. He is the heir to Ardonia’s kingdom. Our rival kingdom

"From the very beginning, the heir was the one in Stella's belly!" "This was just an unacknowledged bastard, a creature no one wanted. Why should he have been born?" "So he could live his life branded as a 'mutt'?" I was a walking corpse, shuffling toward the future Don, leaving a trail of scarlet on the floor. Each step left a bloody footprint, a gruesome trail of what we had lost. I stopped right in front of him and asked, my voice devoid of emotion. "Tell me, who was ever looking forward to the birth of the true Gallo heir?"

“You’ll move into my estate. Effective immediately. I’ll provide everything you need—medical care, security, comfort. But I won’t leave this child’s wellbeing in the hands of chance.” Her mouth fell open. “You can’t be serious.” “I’m very serious,” he said, his voice low, commanding. “This isn’t just about you, Maya. It’s about my heir.” Heir. The word struck her like a slap. This wasn’t a baby to him—it was an heir, a legacy, another trophy in his empire. Her anger flared. “I’m not moving into your cold mansion, Adrian. I may be carrying your child, but that doesn’t mean you control me.”

He had landed himself in trouble! This was a disaster! Rachel’s next sentence made Chester even more flustered. “Philip Clarke is the heir to the main Clarke family. The one you kidnapped is the youngest princess of the main Clarke family.” Thump! In a flash, Chester staggered and almost lost his balance. How could this be…