The Heir Season 1 Novels & Stories

Margaret sneered. "Get a grip, Felix. That Vivian girl was just some commoner trying to marry into money. Getting rid of her bastard child is nothing but a benefit to this family." "Bastard?" Felix shot up, his eyes bloodshot. "Mom, do you have any idea who you killed?" He stood, trembling with rage. "Vivian was carrying the one and only heir to the Blackwood family!" Margaret's wine glass froze mid-air.

“You say that like he doesn’t choose who touches him.” Alexander didn’t respond. Julian continued, tone lighter, “If anything, he was the one clinging to her. Wouldn’t let go of her dress. Very scandalous behavior for a future heir.” Still no reaction. After a moment, Alexander simply said, “Find out who locked that door.” That was it. No curiosity about the woman. No questions about her name. His son was safe. Everything else was irrelevant. The car pulled away into the night. Back upstairs…. Isabella slowly opened her eyes.

She asked with a more polite tone. “It is as what you’ve said.” She transferred her eyes to Carsillion, who moved and slowly opened his eyes, which Ashriel covered with her hands. She is the third grandchild, so why is it that people addressed her as the Heir? What she knew was that Amber WILL be the Heir. “I don’t understand.”

"She was a key figure in the previous generation's succession struggle. Many of the potential heirs were interested in her." Summer was shocked. She understood what he was implying perfectly well. Heirs from the previous generation? That must be referring to the generation of James' and Keith's fathers. If Hailey, a foreigner, was a love interest amongst the heirs, she could only imagine how complicated everything must've been. She swallowed nervously before asking, "Were all of the heirs interested in Hailey Reyes?" "Basically, yes. All three of them—my father, Keith's father and Bradly's father—were pursuing her at the same time. All four of the major families were in chaos. A scandal brok

"But why, Andrew? If she wants to leave and you want to be with me, why not just let her go?" I looked at her for a moment. "Her father is Alexander of Blackthron," I said. "She's next in line. She's the heiress to everything he has. His pack, his territory, his wealth, all of it." I held Hailey's gaze and didn't say anything more than that. I watched her process it. I watched the understanding move across her face slowly and settle there. And then, quietly, she smiled. Small and certain. I nodded.

“You’re not ready for this.” She folded her arms. “Try me.” Something in his expression shifted—less ice, more storm. “You think this firm is just a law office?” he said. “We sit on ancient courts. We settle blood feuds older than your textbooks. I don’t run a business, Zara. I run a kingdom.” She stared at him. Her mouth parted slightly, but no words came. “The Heir Trial,” he continued, voice low. “It’s not ceremonial. It’s a fight for leadership. For the right to shape the future of the Five Clans.”

“Holy shit, Lyriana. You’re pregnant with the heir to both thrones. This is more than a scandal. This is a looming war waiting to happen.” I held intensely unto the edges of the windowsill. “I am aware.” “So what do you want to do?” she asked. “I am confused,” I said with a heavy hear. “Well… you better figure it out before someone else does.” She said as I hung up the call. My breath caught in my throat as I reread the letter. Alaric. Here. In the same palace. This was the same man that ruined the world I had. He owns the child I am carrying. He is the heir to Ardonia’s kingdom. Our rival kingdom

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

Cassian asked, and he nodded with a smile. "You won't have to marry her or anything like that, just choose a woman who isn't materialistic and doesn't crave too much attention, as it could bring us significant problems in the future," he said, shrugging and taking the papers from his son's hands. "Why all of this?" Cassian asked, indignant with his father's attitude. "I want you to have an heir," he said, as if it were the easiest thing in the world.

“Your freaking heir is standing behind you. You have been searching all these while when she’s always been with you,” Huh? “What is going on here? What heir?” I turned back, in search of the heir they were talking about but there was no one there. Not even the guard. “All these while; five months that you’ve been with her, even after saving her from the shoreside. I was expecting you to have figured it out for a long time now, as the signs were obvious but yet, you didn’t. That is your heir, Verona. And she’s five months pregnant for a man that wants to kill her.”