The Heir Novels & Stories

"There might… there might be one avenue. A loophole. An interpretation so archaic, so rarely considered, it’s practically forgotten." Damien’s head snapped up. "What loophole?" "The Heir Clause," Franklin said slowly, choosing his words with deliberate care, "specifies a 'direct, legitimate heir of the body born to the Principal Beneficiary or his lawful spouse.'" My breath hitched. "Born." The word was a physical blow. Damien flinched almost imperceptibly.

"Thank God you were so pigheaded. Otherwise, I might've actually married you—a fraud. "Now, even if you got down on your knees and begged me to marry you, I wouldn't be interested. The man I'm marrying is Arthur. He's the real heir to the Harrison family. As for you—" She looked me up and down, her eyes filled with contempt. "No matter how capable you think you are, you're still getting thrown out." My mom let out a cold snort. "Look at you now. If you'd just listened to us from the start, you wouldn't have ended up with everyone turning against you."

But at the same time, I become wary about the future. My father just said I was the heir to this family. But I do not know anything about the underground world. Also, I’ve almost died twice now. The necklace. I left it back in the other house. If I’m allowed to pack my clothes. I’ll keep that necklace and ask what is it really about. I don’t think it’s just a normal necklace that Hannah wore.

“What the hell are you talking about? I wasn’t shot in my manhood,” he shouted. The man was Brian William, first heir to his family fortune. Although he had been in elite education since a child and had always been taught to conceal his real emotions, Brian couldn’t help cursing as he spoke with this young physician. He put his hand to his forehead and took a deep breath to calm himself down. Brian couldn’t hurt this doctor. After all, he was the last doctor specializing in men’s health that Brian hadn’t visited.

He has watched her growth and development until now. Even though Nun wasn't a real human, he had a pretty warm demeanor like an ordinary person. His great-grandfather made Nun the most special by programming his brain using human DNA. "Does Young Master want to have dinner?" Gabrielle nodded. "I'll go downstairs after cleaning myself up," Gabrielle replied as she walked into the elevator. I understand. He nodded towards his Young Master before the elevator doors closed. "Prepare dinner for Young Master. In an hour the food should be ready on the table!" Nun ordered the servants.

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.

An heir. Some people even started calling him The Billionaire’s Heir—not just for his lineage, but because of his looks, charm, and ease with people. He was every bit the prince in the spotlight—yet the shadows of his past never quite left him. “The night is still young, Duke,” a voice called from behind him. “Why aren’t you down there, dancing with the girls?” He turned slightly and saw Addison, his cousin—twenty-six years old, the eldest daughter of Aunt Danica. She leaned casually against the doorframe, a glass of wine in hand, her dark red dress hugging her curves elegantly.

“It’s time. Time to step into your birthright.” Adrian was shocked like the words had struck him. “Don’t don’t you dare ” But Richard was no longer talking just to Adrian. His voice rose, filling the room. “To Adrian Hale, my true heir! The man who will rebuild Hale Hotels not as a puppet to the Cross family, not as a boy crushed by debt but as a king!” The men roared in approval, slamming their guns against the floor. My fists curled tight, my chest beating too fast. I saw the worry in Adrian’s eyes. Fear. Temptation. The pull of a father’s voice after years of silence.

“Word has it that his mistress and kid were open secrets in the family. Now that his son with his current wife died, they have no choice but to admit the bastard. He’s the only heir.” Heir of the Green family. That’s not an ordinary pie that falls off the sky every day. Scar can't help but frown, darting her judging eyes over to the man surrounded by a bunch of suits in the middle of the room. Elijah Green. Mistress and bastard.

In its shadow, something stirs: a creature of brine and bile, a tangle of merrow limbs and screaming human faces. *"The King's Heir,"* Soren spits. "Born from the rot you left behind." The Heir's many eyes snap to me. It *recognizes* the storm. Eden backs toward the exit. "We need to go. *Now*." Too late. ---