The Heir I Refused To Bear Novels & Stories

'Anna, you-‘ 'And listen, I don't need your help! so, just ignore me, I'm just your servant, never be more than that, especially your bitch!' Anna said in a cold tone. And her words were more than enough to make Liam completely silent and stunned by it. She immediately left with emotional steps, leaving Liam behind. And after Anna left, came from behind Liam, the sound of clapping and very loud laughter. ‘HAHAHA’ 'Wow, what an amazing scene! So dramatic! Liam Lawson, the young master and THE HEIR of the Lawson group, was just rejected by a servant, hahaha!'

"You thought I'd let them near her?" "I thought you'd have no choice." Her voice cracked. "You were the heir, Alec. Your father controlled everything. The Council would have taken one look at a half-blood bastard and—" "Don't." The word was sharp. "Don't call her that." "That's what they would have called her." Maya's hands were shaking now. "Right before they decided whether to take her from me or kill her outright." The truth of it hung in the air between them, ugly and undeniable.

“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

Monsieur concluded, evoking a thunderous round of applause, even from those who appeared taken aback by this sudden twist of fate. I had anticipated being introduced, but to be designated the heir? Born out of love? It was a revelation that struck me to the core. I whispered my protest just beside him, “Heir?” “You are my firstborn,” he responded with a casual air. “I am not your heir,” I retorted firmly. I hadn’t come here to inherit the empire built through a life of crime. This world was not meant for me, and I wanted no part of his legacy. “I refuse,” I declared stubbornly, locking eyes with him. He simply smiled and gently brushed my cheek with his hand in response.

“Because you are what he never was. The son of both lines. The bridge between light and shadow. The King doesn’t want an army, Emory. He wants an heir.” The word stuck. Heir. I didn’t feel proud. I just felt tired. Lost. Because what kind of heir kills what he loves to become what he hates? Before dawn, I walked to the edge of camp. The forest stretched ahead, fog curling around the ruins. In the distance, through the trees, I saw it, the estate. Home. Smoke rose from its towers, but it still stood. Defiant. Like my father. Like Rain. “You wanted me strong,” I whispered. “Hope you’re proud.”

The company insulted me, my ability to be his heir and it made my blood boil but more importantly, it humiliates my father. He isn’t showy but he is a good man. After everything, that is what I can conclude on him. I have accepted that my mother died and only her memories is living in my mind. I have accepted that my father is coward but he decide to give me shelter when I needed one. Things are going well, I am enjoying things that comes with these privileges but I forgot one important thing. I am bound to be the heir and to be the heir, I needed to be strong. To be an alpha of my own.

Silence falls heavier than before. Greg keeps his eyes on me. “Our heirs do not live outside our lands unless it is by their own will. But this child was taken against his will.” There’s a hard edge to his next words. “The Moon Goddess herself confirmed it.” I pause without realizing it. “Our heir is here. In your pack.” The ground feels unsteady beneath me. I shift slightly, forcing myself to remain upright, not letting it show. My thoughts scatter, searching for something to hold onto, but all I find is a truth I am not ready to face.

the eldest elder spoke up, approaching me. “What!!!” I felt like I had been punched in the gut. "That's impossible," I exclaimed. "My dad's last wish was for me to become the heir. You can't just ignore that,” I yelled aloud at them, finding their rash decision ridiculous. The eldest elder shook his head as he cleared his throat. "The moon goddess always gives the heirloom to the rightful heir. And Lillian has the heirloom. We can't ignore the signs,” he mentioned. “Heirloom?”

Margaret sneered. "Get a grip, Felix. That Vivian girl was just some commoner trying to marry into money. Getting rid of her bastard child is nothing but a benefit to this family." "Bastard?" Felix shot up, his eyes bloodshot. "Mom, do you have any idea who you killed?" He stood, trembling with rage. "Vivian was carrying the one and only heir to the Blackwood family!" Margaret's wine glass froze mid-air.

Mavin said smugly. Kevin looked at his son and patted him on the shoulder, "That's my son, I see you're learning from your old man." "Yeah...he's taking too damn long to come out though." Mavin complained looking at his wrist watch. Little does he know that the heir everyone is waiting for, is the useless son in-law whom he humiliated back at the Roth Villa. "I'll be back, I need to make a phone call." Mavin said walking away from his dad.