Novel & Cerita The Heir

Alessa asked as she bit her lip. “Okay. First thing you should know is, Bryan is the head of the family now and he has everything in his name and not yours. Do you want to know the craziest part? Aiden isn't the heir, it's Aria. Aria is the heir to the Hart’s fortune while Aiden is the heir to mine.” Alessa explained and his eyes widened in shock.

The door opened, and my breath caught in my throat. It was Helen. Helen—my best friend. I stared in disbelief as she smiled warmly and let him inside. My legs felt like they might give out, but I forced myself to move closer. I crept toward the window, careful to stay out of sight. Inside, they were standing close, too close. Helen’s hands brushed against his chest, and then he pulled her into his arms. Their lips met in a kiss so passionate it made my stomach turn. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t look away.

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."

"The child *is* the mistake, Kei. The biggest mistake of all." "This child is my heir."His voice hardens, Alpha authority bleeding into every word. "My future heir." *Heir.* Not child, not baby. *Heir.* A possession. A successor. I let out a sound that's half laugh, half sob. "I don't care." "You will." "No." I stare directly into his eyes. "I won't." Then I turn toward the doctor. The poor man looks seconds away from passing out. "Doctor." His eyes widen. "Your Highness—"

he said quietly, “if you go in, you won’t come out the same.” My breath caught. I stared at him. “Then what do I do?” I asked. Marcus looked at the tunnel. His voice was quiet. “You let her choose,” he said. My heart stopped. My eyes widened. “What?” I whispered. Marcus looked at me. “You are not the heir,” he said. “You’re the key.” My chest tightened. My mind screamed. “You said I was the heir,” I whispered. Marcus nodded. “You are,” he said. “But not the heir of the spine.”

¶ I read it again. And again. Then I opened the second link. By Pack Insider. ¶ The word around the upper circle is that a certain heir's new "mate" is a former bartender from the lower districts with no status and no business being anywhere near a founding bloodline. "She showed up out of nowhere with a child that happens to look exactly like him‚" says one source close to the situation. "You do the math." The heir's former fiancée‚ a prominent figure in eastern trade‚ is reportedly devastated but maintaining her dignity. Unlike some people.¶

And a voice—neither loud nor gentle. “Heir” it said. “No,” I said again, louder. “I won’t.” The presence pressed harder. “You were made for this” it spoke. “I was made to live,” I snarled, anger cutting through the fear. “Not to be used.” The pressure spiked, testing and probing all parts of me Rael pulled me fully against him now, grounding, solid, real. His heartbeat thudded beneath my ear, anchoring me to flesh and breath and gravity.

The cool satisfaction of a man who believes everything is proceeding exactly as planned. I raised my glass in return, my smile flawless. I hope you can still smile like this, Dominic. Three days from now. When your heir is gone— and you finally understand what it cost you to underestimate me.

Heir. Fear moved through me then in a different shape than before. Not abstract. Not philosophical. Immediate. If Tobias Viremont still lived, then I was not some nameless stranger who might pass through the Outlands unnoticed. I was his offspring. His heir. The child my mother took from him and carried back across the barrier. A stolen claim. A missing bloodline. Something more dangerous than I had ever imagined myself becoming.

The arrogant Lorie came into the room along with his secretary. Khloe raised her brows at him and his her balled fist. Lorie, the prideful Heir of her second uncle. She hated him to the extreme core and glared at him. “And how are you sure that you are going to win?” “I already have a lead and met with few individuals which promised me that they would get the work done before noon. I know you are trying so hard, baby sister, but you can never out stand me. When it comes to business, you will always be my shadow! ”