The Heir Sophie Lark Novels & Stories

Bryan blurted out, “Why do you think I could even remember how she smelled? We didn’t have any closer interactions than shaking hands and social small talk,” “I’m sorry if you feel offended. Alright, difficult to describe over the phone. Let’s meet after you come back. Have a good vacation!” Bryan sighed after he hung up the call. Both as the heirs of a family business, Vincent had a tougher life to get what he deserved as the heir than him, of course with a higher wealth level too. As the sole heir of S&T group, he had a happy family and did not take much to get control of the law firm business. Vincent, on the other hand, was the “forgotten son” for years wandering in the UK, with a depres

voice.She straightened slowly. “Yes,” she said softly. “We are going home.”She reached for her bag, ready to leave with her dignity intact even if her heart splintered in the process.But Lysander moved faster.He stepped between her and the exit, not blocking her, but standing close enough that the air shifted.“You will not walk away again,” he said, and this time there was no arrogance in his tone. Only urgency.“I am not yours to command,” she replied, though her pulse betrayed her calm.“Not you,” he corrected. His eyes dropped to Lucian. “Him.”The hall felt too small, too suffocating. Cameras from invited media guests were already flashing discreetly. Tomorrow the headlines would explode.T

Gracie was the treasured heiress of the Fosters, and Lionel was the precious darling everyone in the family protected. They probably would never recognize that the leading cardiologist sitting before them in glasses was the real heir they had once shut out. "I know you're the top cardiologist in the city. Getting an appointment with you isn't easy. But don't worry. Money isn't a problem. As long as you can save my brother, you can name your price." Gracie held a black card between two fingers and placed it on my desk. I lowered my eyes to it, then looked back at her.

She knew better than to sully the water between us with some late-night Lothario. "I don't frighten you, Asher," she remarked with ice in her tone. "I am boss here. My son is the heir, and you're a male who would prefer otherwise." I gave her a cold, hard grin. "We'll see about that, Sophia. I've exposed my fangs, and I'm not going to let you sweep everything off under me without a struggle." Sophia's cheeks burned with rage, and she stalked towards me. "You'll regret not listening to me, Asher," she growled.

My name was Sophie Larkson. In my family, I was the goody-two-shoes my parents adored. At college, I was the innocent and pure campus belle. Nobody knew that in secret, I loved watching videos that made my cheeks flush and my heart race. Whenever I purchased pleasure devices online, I couldn't help but swallow hard and imagine how good it would feel using them. Around guys, I would always find myself getting wet and horny. I had always hidden myself well. Being a model student, I helped my neighbor's son with his studies over the summer break. Little did Mrs. Parker know, her younger son was a voyeur.

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.

To him, any one of them was just for fun; they were no different from me. Sophie, however, was one of the few he had seriously pursued, and she had the strongest background of them all. As the Anderson family’s heiress, of course, she could do whatever she wanted. What I didn’t expect was that beating Finn wasn’t enough to vent her anger, because she came looking for me next. Dressed head to toe in luxury, she stepped in front of me as I was getting out of work. Taking off her sunglasses, she sized me up and then sneered.

I turned just in time to see a beautiful young woman standing with two older, sharp-eyed figures—her parents, I assumed. Sophie. She was stunning in a soft lilac dress, her long blonde hair styled to perfection, her face a picture of innocence. But her large doe eyes, framed with just the right amount of sadness, were carefully calculated as they met Alaric’s. Alaric’s expression didn’t change. "Sophie," he said coolly. Her parents, however, were less composed. "You should be ashamed," Sophie's mother spat, her bejeweled hand clutching her husband’s arm. "After everything, after all the time you spent with our daughter, you just discard her like she was nothing?"

But Sophia’s pregnancy complicates things—her child, Julian’s heir, threatens my legacy if I can’t control them both. The “Lark Secrets” email, sent to Julian’s laptop, was my opening gambit, forged documents tying him to his parents’ accident, meant to shake his trust in himself. Sophia’s parents, greedy and pliable, were easy allies, their broadcast demanding her return a pressure point I orchestrated. Emily’s jealousy, Nadya’s vengeance they’re useful pawns, but unreliable, their own agendas muddying the board.

“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.”