The Heir He Denied Novels & Stories

She said nothing. Waited. "That it was not about the family's position," he said. "It was about mine." He looked at her directly—the grey eyes, the sharp jawline that was Damien's jawline that was Eli's jawline, the undeniable genetic line of a family that had been wrong about things for a very long time and was now slowly, imperfectly, learning how to admit it. "I was afraid of what it would mean to acknowledge that Damien had chosen someone I had not sanctioned. Because if he could choose without my sanction—if he could marry a woman and not require my approval—" He stopped. "Then the approval was never as necessary as I had made it."

"I’m asking why the story says she was dumped. It was Aria who called it off. Fix it. Now." "Understood, Alpha. I’ll have the media pack rectify the story immediately." Ten minutes later, the headlines were scrubbed. A sensational new story flooded the links: "STONE HEIRESS REJECTS DRAVEN HEIR! ETHAN’S FORBIDDEN ROMANCE EXPOSED BY HIS OWN MATE!" A triumphant, predatory grin spread across Peter’s face as he scrolled through the update. He sent a mental note to Ryan: [Double the year-end tribute for your house. Nice work.]

My father-in-law kept saying he wanted to cook something special for his granddaughter, so I took him to the upscale gourmet supermarket my wife had just bought. He'd barely picked up a package of imported prime beef to read the label when a man in workout clothes snatched it out of his hands. He slapped at the packaging in disgust and pointed at my father-in-law. "Your hands are filthy, old man. You think you get to put them on meat that costs a thousand dollars? "If you can't afford it, don't touch it. Could you even pay for it if you ruined it? "You smell like you walked in off a farm. It's disgusting." I stepped in front of him. "He was reading the label. Why are you talking to hi

Let's not belabour the issue'. 'Would you marry Bryan then if he proposed? Because he needs to know. We are denying him his paternal rights. He should be the one here with you and not me'. 'Re you regretting that I called you over then?' 'No. Nothing of the sort. I am privileged to have experienced this but I am not that heartless nor selfish to realise that the owner would appreciate the experience far more than I'. 'Bryan lost that privilege a long time ago. Let's not get guilty over it and you must promise not to tell him about me, I mean where I am till I am ready to come back to work'.

My grandfather asks, looking at me confused. "I'm fine". Answering softly, faking a smile. "Vitor, it's a pleasure to see you again". David speaks greeting my grandfather. "The pleasure is all mine". My grandfather reciprocates. "This is my youngest son, George Conner". Speaks, pointing to the one I thought was my fiancé, making me look surprised. -This is my heir, Thomas Conner. -Speaks pointing to the man I spent the night with. "It's an honor to finally meet you, Mr. Montanari". He greets my grandfather with a friendly smile.

I'm sure he will ruin my mood. "Good evening" I greeted "Did you find anything about Chris yet?" he asked and I sighed "I already told you that I'm not interested in anything about him" I snapped "Whether you're interested or not doesn't even matter. Right now, I've gotten 70% evidence that Chris is the last heir of the Rodriguez and I'm sure you know what that means. Whatever you choose to do is up to you but I know Chris won't spare you once he finds out what you did.

“Why should I be? They are old enough to decide for themselves besides I’m not their parents.” “Okay” Harvey brightly smiled. “So?” “Well, you can consider it that I’m just a normal shareholder of the Diana Furnishing but Lorenzo, I mean my father never consider me to the position of heir because he believes I don’t have the capacity, so he only give me the dividends to the share.” “You mean, he doesn’t know about Empire?” “I guess so, but I think Renzo knew it.” “And he never told him about it”

I was a list of vices in expensive shoes. Caisen’s return didn’t fix anything. He strutted back like some prodigal son, and Edward finally had someone to call his heir. Announced it in front of everyone, too—one of those dinners with too much wine and too many eyes watching. I remember the weight of the glass in my hand, the clink of forks pausing, and Caisen saying it so smoothly: “I am his original heir.” Not me. Never me. The applause that followed was the loudest silence I ever heard.

and the memories of her. “Fine.” I exhaled. “I’ll go.” Mother cheered. “That's my boy. I knew you wouldn't disappoint me.” Damian grinned. “It’ll do you good to get some air.” I discreetly gave him the middle finger and he laughed harder. Then Father cleared his throat. “One more thing, Nat. A ‘settled heir' inspires confidence in international negotiations. A bachelor might be seen as immature or unreliable.” My brows creased. “What do you mean?”

he said carefully “They’d been dating for two years. He didn’t choose her, chose her stepsister instead” I closed my eyes yes briefly, so that was it. Rejection. Humiliation. And betrayal. No wonder she’d unraveled at the bar. “And the family?” I asked. Alex didn’t hesitate. “Unpleasant. Step mother controls most household decisions, father’s present but does nothing” The usual. “There’s something else” Alex hesitated, then continued “The council called before dawn” I leaned back against the desk “And?” “The succession didn’t take place” Alex continued “without you present, it was impossible to continue”