The Heir He Denied Novels & Stories

I don't really know this lady but I love her already. "Anyways we had to make a stop and then come here, if he could take me back home he definitely would but I am grateful there wasn't time" "He could have let you go yourself but he didn't. Maybe that's something" "That's nothing. He just wants to make sure I get rid of it, he goes with all of us" what a douchebag. "Doesn't he want an heir? I mean he is Don" "He does have an heir. He doesn't want competition so I guess that's why"

voice.She straightened slowly. “Yes,” she said softly. “We are going home.”She reached for her bag, ready to leave with her dignity intact even if her heart splintered in the process.But Lysander moved faster.He stepped between her and the exit, not blocking her, but standing close enough that the air shifted.“You will not walk away again,” he said, and this time there was no arrogance in his tone. Only urgency.“I am not yours to command,” she replied, though her pulse betrayed her calm.“Not you,” he corrected. His eyes dropped to Lucian. “Him.”The hall felt too small, too suffocating. Cameras from invited media guests were already flashing discreetly. Tomorrow the headlines would explode.<

Our child's chance at having a father. My mind circled back to her voice on the phone. The way she'd said ‘you wanted an heir, not a wife.’ Like she'd finally seen through all my carefully constructed lies to the truth underneath. And she was right. God, she was so completely right. I had wanted an heir. That's what I'd told myself when I'd agreed to the marriage Mother had orchestrated. An heir to secure the company, to satisfy the board, to continue the Kingsley line. I'd never stopped to consider that the woman carrying that heir might be a person. Might have hopes and dreams and a heart I could break.

I have always been a stickler for the rules. In elementary school, our class holds an election for class president. The teacher ignores the vote and appoints the principal's son instead. I follow the school's rule that whoever receives the majority vote should win, gather all 42 students, and take the election straight to the principal's office to redo the vote. When I grow up and start working, my boss hands me a thousand-dollar expense receipt and orders me to file a ten-thousand-dollar reimbursement claim. I refuse, as it violates company policy. The manager laughs. "Here, whatever the boss says goes. Learn to bend when you can, or the company may decide it needs someone more obedien

"Luis received the finest heir's education from childhood, and more importantly, he shares no blood with either of our families. He's the perfect manager, the sole legitimate heir to this business empire." When she finished, the whole world seemed to go quiet. Tyler's mouth hung open. The fantasy he'd played out countless times, of the real heir's grand comeback, had torn to shreds in his head. As for Sebastian, his head stayed bowed, and I couldn't read his expression. But I saw his hands, resting on his knees, curling into fists one finger at a time, his nails digging deep enough into his palms that the veins stood out on the backs of his hands.

“He agreed to discuss it, but he refused to make any commitment without telling you the truth.” Sophia looked up. “He insisted that I should know?” “He said you deserved to choose for yourself.” Adrian folded the damp napkin and placed it beside his plate. “He also told me I had no right to decide what you could handle.” Sophia studied him, remembering Damien's insistence that she ask Adrian why he believed there was only one way to give her the future she wanted, and the memory made her wonder how much her husband had concealed from both of them. She reached for her phone.

The Heir Who Refused Rowan’s POV The staircase appeared beneath Kael. Nobody moved. Then the voice came again. “Heir of the North, return.” Kael looked down. “I don't want to.” Damon laughed. “You don't get to refuse.” Kael turned to him. “Watch me.” Damon's smile disappeared. Lucian stepped closer. “What does the chamber want?” Elias answered. “The rightful heir.” Lucian looked at Kael. “And that's you.” Kael shook his head. “The throne can wait.” I stepped beside him. “Our son can't.” Kael looked at me and whispered, “I know.” Damon charged. Kael pushed me behind him.

A murmur rippled through the hall, some heads nodding, others still tight with disapproval. Then a voice answered towards the back. “Yet, the heir is a bastard.” I didn’t even see who’d spoken. My vision narrowed to a point of pure, blinding fury, my chair scraping back hard enough to gouge the floor as I stood. “Say that again. I dare you. Say it again, and I will cut your tongue out of your fucking mouth and feed it to you before you bleed out.” I searched the hall, waiting for anyone… anyone at all to dare utter another word.

Then: "I don't want it." The battlefield became silent. Then Ava blinked. Then: "Did he just refuse a Crown?" Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Nobody had ever heard of that happening. Then the giant looked confused. Then: "YOU ARE THE HEIR." Valen shook his head. Then: "No." Pause. Then: "I failed." Silence. Then: "I abandoned everyone." Then: "I don't deserve it." The Keeper laughed. Then: "There it is." The Fifth Crown pulsed.

Don't you think we should have gotten the information about it, First? " No need, right now taking things in my hand, Before father's death is important. Taking my position as an heir is important. " There was desperation visible in his voice. He doesn't care about anything except the heir position. It was all his act before when he said that, He doesn't want the heir position and he doesn't want to come here. He just wanted jayden to get failed. He never wanted to bring Avyana with him although e loves her.