The Heir Novels & Stories

The notary's finger hovered above the keyboard for a moment. "Mrs. Fuzio." He adjusted his glasses, not daring to look straight at me. "The heir next in line needs to be present to confirm his intentions." I was confused. Christian Fuzio was an only child. His parents passed away ten years ago. We were married for 20 years with no children. "What did you say?" Before the notary could reply, the doors opened. When the boy walked in, I didn't even react. That was, until I saw his face.

A girl I barely remembered from a yoga class once commented on one of my ancient I*******m posts with: “Wait. Is your son THE Wolfe heir?” I stood in Lucien’s penthouse kitchen in one of his oversized T-shirts, barefoot and completely overwhelmed. Leo, on the other hand, sat at the island with a banana pancake and a crown made of napkins he’d proudly taped together. Completely unbothered. “Mommy,” he said between bites, “what does ‘heir’ mean?” I blinked. “Where did you hear that?” “On TV.” He shrugged. “Some lady with a lot of makeup said I’m the Wolfe heir. Do I have to wear a crown now? Is it heavy?”

He looked up when she entered. "Didn't expect you back here so soon," he said casually, motioning toward the empty armchair. "Everything alright?" She didn't sit. "You really thought that toast was funny?" she asked, arms folded. His brows lifted slightly, amused. "Lighten up, Caliste. It was just a nudge. Families talk about heirs—it's nothing new." Her jaw clenched. "I'm your daughter, not a royal broodmare."

"Enzo. You know him?" "Ah. Lorenzio, the second heir." Ricchar crossed his arms and looked me in the eye again. "Are you still dating guys?" "What?" I pulled a face. Ricchar squinted at me. A mix of curiosity and puzzlement narrowed his eyes. "Does Mykaela know?" So what? I made a face at the sudden inquiry. It made me want to shift the topic to avoid the issue. "Why would I keep it a secret?"

"We don't care about the Saint holdings. We don't care about the Marseille accounts." "Then what do you want?" The man looked at Ignatius, then back to me. "We're looking for the Heir," he whispered. I frowned. "I’m the heir. I’m the Sovereign. I have the blood. I have the tracker." The man shook his head. His breath was coming in short, panicked bursts. "No. Not you. The new Heir. The one the Sovereign line produces when the primary is compromised." I felt the blood drain from my face. I looked at Ignatius.

Hailey, his half-sister chimed in, "and not only that but also an estate in Santorini." For a very long time, the half-siblings have been sworn enemies especially since the throning of He ctor as heir of the company. Although, with a year gap between each one of them, the rightful heir was meant to be Jaden, her brother and a senior to Hector. But for some reason best known to their father, Hector was assigned the position instead. And for as long as the reason remained, Hector would continue to be Heir and CEO of the company. "Are you saying I don't have the right to own homes or a yatch if I wanted to? I am a CEO, Hailey," he sneered stressing on the title, "CEO of this company."

KARIN An heir. Not a child. Not our baby. An heir meant for the great Alpha Rowan Kincaid. Another symbol of power. Another possession meant to strengthen his name and bloodline. "Does he know?" The words barely made it past my lips. My throat felt tight, like even sound was dangerous.

Grandma said and I heaved a sigh of relief She's going to start with John and Hazel so Mitchell and I will know our fate by then but I have a feeling that Mitchell is going to become the heiress. How great will it be for a heir and heiress to be together? We will conquer the world together and make so many histories. TBC........ ©️ Tricia

“Crane knows who you really are, Julian. He’s known for weeks. He’s just been waiting… watching… to see who else figures it out.” Julian’s stomach tightened. Aiden stared at him. “You mean…” Oliver nodded. “Yes. He knows you’re the heir.” Clarissa stepped forward, and said in a hard voice. “Then why hasn’t he done anything?” “Because,” Oliver said slowly, “he’s not the type to eliminate the heir. He’s the type to use him.” Julian’s breath caught. “He wants to control you, Julian. Put you in Harold’s place, clean up the mess, and make it look like VanDermere Global is being saved from within. You’ll be his puppet, his perfect dis

Taking me by surprise, I didn’t think she would make me heir of the family. To be announced heir of this empire is something only dreams are made of. I merely nod, I mean I’m not going to complain. It’s an honor to be the heir of the Bodega family. Aside from Dante my stepbrother, I have a stepsister, Harlee. She is a few years younger than me and has made it perfectly clear she does not want to be heir. Dante has already many years ago when I still lived at home explained that he does not want to be heir one day. He will at some point branch out on his own, so I am the only one left to be the heir and even though I am Isaac Bod