Novel & Cerita The Heir Season 1

She forced a smile and said, "Haley, back then everyone thought you were dead, and since the DeRoss family only had me, naturally, I became the heir." "But now that I'm back, shouldn't the heir position be returned to me, Emily?" Haley's face displayed a gentle smile, but her eyes revealed a sharpness. No one expected Haley to bring up the heir issue on her first day back home. The DeRoss family had been operating in the business world for many years, accustomed to indirect and convoluted matters. Mr. DeRoss never expected this to happen so soon. Haley felt even more wronged. "Mother, didn't you promise to love me as before? I want to reclaim my rightful position as the heir. Mother will sur

Asher finally spoke up, challenging the situation, "As far as I know, the future mistress of this family should be acknowledged. So why is it that after being introduced, Uncle and his family have not done so?" Juniper watched this family dispute unfold, realizing that Asher's position as the heir was being challenged. "I am her elder," Alec finally said, giving Juniper a disgusted look. "And it's only right that she acknowledges me, and not the other way around." "It's true you are an elder," Asher acknowledged calmly, "but she is my wife, and she deserves to be respected. I hope you remember that." "Don't cross the line, Asher," Alec retorted angrily. "The only reason you are the heir is

He scoffed bitterly. “Oh, I forgot my manners. Meet Liam Kings, Penelope’s brother and the right heir to my father’s throne,” He grinned, bowing his head dramatically, Hunter’s head whipped to the side, his questioning gaze landed on me and I gave a firm nod. “I believe you have what belongs to me, my people and all the wealth transferred to that bitch over there, does it ring a bell in your head?” He questioned. “I don't think I have anything that belongs to you and your name is not written on the will nor is it stated that you are among the list of heirs, it was only recorded that they had only one child which is Penelope Olivia King. ”

"This isn't normal. The hospital has high confidentiality, which was one of the reasons Grandpa chose it in the first place." Battling my inner unease, I opened X, and the related terms had already started trending. [Can anyone tell me what's going on? #Heir to the Aesthete family appears.] [So Hailey is the heir to the Aesthete family, but who is Hailey? Has anyone heard of her? #Aesthete's secrets.] [The hospital photos are too thrilling. Did they really escape by speeding. #Reality more exciting than movies.]

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."

“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 distraction while he tightens his grip on the company.”

He frowned, “watch your tone.” “I asked you a question, Lucas. Don't mess with me.” I replied, with anger burning within me. “Why shouldn't I mess with you? Who are you? You're nothing but a pathetic heiress with nothing in her bank account. No money, no assets. Nothing.” “My child is in Kate. You can't do this to me!” I wailed, “God, you're quite slow.” I blinked.

He asked, looking at me from head to toe and focusing on the neckline of my blouse, making me roll my eyes. I move closer to him, glaring at him. "I am the Montanari heiress, this chair is mine!" I speak a little lower, but firm and serious. "And I am your future husband and I would have to take over the company". Seriously spoken. "But don't worry, I can make you secretary. You'll be great to work with". Speaks mischievously, licking his lips as he looks down at my cleavage again. I roll my eyes and walk over to his side, controlling myself so I don't end up committing murder.

The falling dust suspended in the air. I swallowed hard, my voice barely a whisper. “Then... whose seal is it?” Our mother looked from the First Alpha to me, tears streaming endlessly down her pale face. “It is the Mark of the Heir.” An icy chill swept through my veins, freezing the breath in my lungs. “The heir... to what?” The First Alpha stepped forward through Damon’s body, his crimson-tinged eyes fixed on mine with a look of terrifying, triumphant pride. “The heir to the First Seat,” he purred.

It was hard for him to digest, his father was under the impression that Craenia had made a political deal with Asmax keeping ulterior motives, and yet he had agreed to it, handing it to him on a silver platter, and sending one of his messengers among the crew with exact orders to deliver the letter only once he knew everyone in the family, as if he wanted him to judge for himself before he knew anything else. "Michelle."suddenly said Cedric, Axe turned to see him with a frown. "What." "Michelle Noir, she was your father's sister and the omega of the former heir,"he blurted out quickly, pursing his lips smacking his fingers."What was her name?." Axe turned fully towards him and walked over. "