روايات وقصص ضمن The Heir I Refused To Bear

"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.

“The Heir-Hunter was meant to remove complications, not create them.” Her mother lifted her chin and answered without flinching. “I will not let you kill my daughter or my grandchild to secure your throne.” He considered her words and then looked back at me. “Then the choice is simple,” he said. “Give me the heir when he is born and your pack walks away intact. Refuse and we finish what we started tonight.”

She begged. I strode out, ignoring Heather's worried pleas behind me. Let her fret. Either the boy would learn his place here or reject his heritage entirely. The choice would be his come tomorrow's crucible. As my first child, is he capable of being my heir? Is he that strong?

Before Her Heir. Sienna’s breath caught. “Her Heir,” she whispered. Harvey’s face paled. “No. No, Sienna, you don’t understand. It’s not just about the bloodline. It’s what you’re meant to do with it. You’re not just the heir... you are the one who will either break the curse or become its next victim.” Sienna looked at the journal again, her heart racing. The final words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain: Her Heir. Her destiny had just been laid bare before her, and she had no idea how to stop the storm that was about to break.

“You’re talking as if I'm not already trying my best.” “I'm sorry but you need to do more than you already are,” she said, her tone measured, calm. “You said it yourself—they won’t listen to you because you’re not blood, but Henry is. He’s the heir, the son. And according to the old codes, if the heir is a minor, the guardian of the heir stands in his place.” I stared at her, the gears in my mind grinding hard. “I already know that. If i didn't, would i be going out of my way to get a brat?” I asked a bit harsh.

Complete loyalty from a guy three years older than his son. Ah... son? Kenzo Walker was a mistake. Not to mention, that kid always managed to be the most rebellious figure at home. Defending his mother constantly, even though Laras had made him sick. If it weren't for the arranged marriage, Alef was sure Laras and Kenzo wouldn't be in his life. He would have been happy with Rossie. And everything was shattered by Bryce, his father. Who foolishly arranged a marriage between him and the eldest daughter of Bruce Claire. Supposedly to support each other.

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.

“And now I see it with my own eyes. The glow in your face. The way you hold your stomach without even realizing. It is true.” Lucien shifted uncomfortably, his other hand instinctively brushing over his lower belly. He hated that the man had noticed. “So,” Zayn’s father said, his voice firm, “you are carrying the heir my family needs.” Lucien’s lips parted, but no words came out. His throat felt tight.

No harm can touch him in their ward. Yet no matter how she tried to convince herself, the ache in her chest refused to ease. "Society calls him the miracle heir," Mari added softly. "Lucian is… different with him. Even his rivals admit he has never been so protective over anyone. The boy is shielded from scandal, from politics, from harm. They say Lucian rarely lets him out of sight." Caliste bowed her head, tears sliding silently onto her hands. She had told herself for years that signing that agreement was the only choice that she was too broken, too powerless, too cornered by Lucian's wrath to fight for her right as a mother.

He read the specter of death in Philip’s icy eyes. It was extremely vivid, as though Philip could kill him with a snap of his fingers! Why did he disobey Uncle Len? Why did he insist on opposing Philip? Marcus was filled with regret right now. He would gladly beg Philip for mercy on his knees. However, it was all futile now. He was still the second son of the Quaid family, the heir to their fortune. No, he had the right to be proud!