The Heir I Refused To Bear Novels & Stories

" 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

He couldn't do anything because it was clear that Aditya was the rightful heir to the company. "Well, ma'am, please introduce the young master to us," asked Mr. Andi. Mrs. Sandra turned to Mr. Yosef, but he shook his head. 'Aditya still hasn't come; could he be backing out? Could he have left me and his father?" thought Mrs. Sandra. "Is there a problem, ma'am?" Asked Mr. Abraham. "Yes, my son has not come, or maybe he is not ready to accept this burden." Mrs. Sandra replied with a look of sadness on her face.

“I’m not letting you fall on the sword alone.” “Then what?” Julian’s eyes locked onto his. “I’m walking into that boardroom tonight,” he said, “and I’m telling them the truth.” “You can’t…” “I can,” Julian cut in. “I’ve hidden behind the VanDermere name long enough. I want this company to see who I really am.” “And if they cut you off?” Aiden’s voice was sharp. “If they remove you as heir?” Julian gave a crooked, sad smile. “Then maybe I wasn’t meant to inherit it in the first place.”

Thinking for a while, Diana said, “But shouldn’t you explain our relationship to your fiancée? She has misunderstood us already. I…” “I don’t have to explain it to anyone. Why should I?” Brian was irritated. There were a few moments of heated silence when Diana finally figured out why Brian was so defensive about his problem. The heir of the William fortune was impotent. If anyone else knew about it, Brian would be humiliated by the world. And… Carol Jefferson, a woman in her societal position, could not accept an impotent husband. Now Diana understood why Brian was so nervous. He was not nervous for her but worried she would reveal his secret.

I glance down at my hand, a bruise-like pigment stood clear on the side of my hand, although I tried to cover it with a tattoo, it is still there. "How'd you know this?" I glared at him. He is really testing my temper. "I have the same one..." He shows his hand and look at me, "It's our family's mark. Anyone who has it, is the next heir to the throne. The next king that is destined to lead my people will be the only one who would bear this mark." He pointed down on my mark and made me look at him by pulling me down, "Son, I have lost your father, I cannot bear to lose you too."

With that, Owen was made the Ward family’s heir. “Grandpa!” Matthew was distraught. He slumped out of bed and reached out to Lester. “Grandpa, how could you do this to me! I’m a true member of the Ward family! How could you let an illegitimate child inherit the Ward family?” “Matthew Ward!” Lester chastised. “I know you’re unhappy about this, but you have to accept it. For the longevity of the Ward family, it’s no great harm to disappoint you like this! From now on, you will have to learn to act with more modesty. That’s the only way you’ll do well under Owen’s leadership!”

I crawl to the bed, a decision slowly blooming in my chest. They have to pay. I will not let them get away with this. A broken laugh slips past my lips. Draven Mourningale made one mistake. He let me live.

"After you have produced an heir, your punishment will be reconsidered." The chamber went terrible and still. I sat there. Looking down at the piece of burned cloth in my palm. It was the last thing she'd left me. The edge was charred and curled. I'd been carrying it like a man out of his mind. Letting no one touch it. The Elder went on. "Alexander. You understand. This is the correct decision." "The true Ashbourne blood can still bear you the strongest possible half-blood heir." It occurred to me, suddenly, that if the old me had been the one hearing this, he would have accepted it.

Happiness in the wrong direction can be harder to leave than misery you already know how to carry. But I could not remain. The child had to be brought back. You had to be brought back. The answer did not lie only in your birth. It lay in what you would later become and where you would one day stand when the war returned. So I left. I left knowing he would never forgive me. Not truly. Not after I carried his offspring. His heir.” *** The word made me stop breathing. Heir. My fingers tightened on the edges of the journal so hard the old paper creaked faintly. His heir. Not merely daughter. Not merely child. Heir.

His gaze shifted from the hotel room door numbered 1010 to Evelyn, who stood disheveled in front of him. “Andre…” Evelyn’s voice cracked as she spoke his name. Andre Sterling, the only heir to the richest business family in New Santerra, was her fiancé—arranged, but still a man who truly loved her. And Evelyn loved him too. His eyes fell upon the reddish marks scattered across her neck and chest, stark against her skin where the collar of her dress had slipped just a bit. A wave of anger and disbelief crashed over him. Andre wasn’t a fool; he knew exactly what had happened inside that damned room!