The Heir He Denied Novels & Stories

Marcus seriously said to Roxy. "You...! Hey Mr. Castillo, don't be proud of your money and your family business here. Now, I'm one of the co-owners of this company and I have the right to refuse your investment plan. I can get and find someone to invest in this business of ours!" Roxy angrily refused Marcus's investment. "I'm still going to invest and cover the whole 50% budget that your company needs... with or without your consent, lady," Marcus said, looking straight at Roxy's sharp eyes.

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.

It was his mother’s words that forced me to go back to the pack without trying to make a deal. “He was willing to fight by your side. You were too, and we were all willing to support you. What happened, Kai? What made you step back?” Rustem asked, shaking his head at me. “Don’t get me wrong, but you visited the man in Rome, rejecting…” “He is to be announced his heir.” Mom’s voice came from behind me, and I looked away from the man. His eyes widened and he shook his head at me. “And you believed that he would announce you an heir when he had a legitimate one that he gave up on? I am not going to need to mention the one that he killed.” He said, and I shook my head.

I stared at his chained legs and hands, pitifully. "You have worked so hard to make Justin your heir, and made sure he is your only heir. But well, Justin refused the throne." I shook my head, sighing, "in his own words, he wanted a different possibility. Not the future that you have created with no way out, so yeah, Justin totally denounce your throne." "And then it was handed over to Jake."

- He nods. - Years ago they were waiting for you to make a mistake... They want me to have an heir - he tells me - and I know that I don't deserve anything that comes from you. I was surprised and distressed, they wanted there to be an heir but I couldn't, I refused to forgive him and I don't see that he is obliged to do it and that made me more confused because for the first time I didn't know what to do...

“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

I wasn't disgusted by his physical appearance but by how much he kept denying the fact that he had never said anything as such. He certainly knew how to get me pissed off, and that was exactly what I despised about him. "Dad, do you want to tell me that you have forgotten so suddenly how you connived with your elders to give out my rightful inheritance to someone else all because I was without a mate?" I fixed my gaze on him and didn't take my face away until he probably explained himself. "I remember supporting what the elders had said, but that doesn't legit mean I would give out your throne to someone else. How is that even possible when I have an heir?"

"He isn’t the heir." The words hit like a hammer to the chest, driving the air from my lungs. My vision tunneled, the room narrowing to the slash of his profile, the unyielding set of his jaw. Heir. It was the ghost that haunted every conversation, every sidelong glance in the halls, every extra ward etched into my dorm room door. Not yet, maybe, but inevitable—the Blackwood legacy, the alpha's mantle, waiting like a crown of thorns. But to hear him deny it, here, now, in front of her? It was a gutting, raw and unexpected, like he'd reached in and yanked out my spine.

"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?"

" He turned back to the room, his posture straight, his shoulders squared against the weight of their collective judgment. "I am the heir," he said, the word no longer a desperate assertion but a fact, plain and unarguable as gravity. "Not through your vote, but through the will and the written word of the man who built the chair you all wish to sit in." He struck the plain gold band on his finger. "I am the husband.". Not in the dark, scandalous way you paint it, but in law, in spirit, and in the quietness of a room where I sit and hold his hand and remember the man he used to be before your world began to pick his bones. The naked, unvarnished fact of it, spoken without shame, was more sho