The Heir Sophie Lark Novels & Stories

“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.”

If it wasn’t because of his family’s rule that required blood ties as a requirement for the heir, he would have placed Harper as his heir. This boy’s sadism and intelligence were really amazing for Alistair. “But she was the one who tricked me. Please, I am actually a good person. An innocent man. Please let me go.” He got on his knees and cried like a baby. Sophia couldn’t help but look at her brother with contempt. She wanted to slap him so badly for looking so pathetic right then instead of helping her when she literally had a bleeding foot from the gunshot. However, when she looked at the little boy’s face, she couldn’t help but tremble. She was someone who had everything in life and she

Sophie stumbled and almost fell to the ground as he pushed her. He was always like that with her, unforgiving, and she thought she could fill the hole in his heart, that she could warm it, but as it turned out, the only person who could fill the hole in his heart was always Serena. Jack pinched his chin viciously, hatred twisting in his eyes, "Who are you to compare yourself to Serena, you can't even compare yourself to one of her fingers!" Sophie had been born of the Winters family and had been pampered since she was a child, so how could she have ever suffered this kind of aggravation?

“Where did you get that?” “Do you know this man?” Her eyes stayed fixed on the frame. “You went in there? You shouldn’t have.” “Why? What’s in there that I’m not supposed to see?” “I need you to hand that over.” She held out her hand. “That’s not an answer.” Margaret glanced toward the stairs and lowered her voice. “Mrs. Hargrove won’t be happy if she finds out.” So Vivienne knew him. “Who is he?” She hesitated. “Mrs. Hargrove can answer that.”

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.

Edmund Langham had always been too kind for the world he was born into. As the future heir to the Langham empire, the elders deemed him too soft-hearted, and took his compassion as weakness. This world required vision, decisiveness, and when necessary, cruelty. Thus, despite his brilliance in nearly every other regard, the elders remained reluctant to appoint him. Unfortunately for them, there was no one more capable. Not until Sophie was born. At seven, Sophie outwitted an abusive nanny. She engineered a way for the adults to discover the nanny’s true nature, to expose her meticulously veiled oppression and manipulation. The elders praised her cleverness.

He grab my arm as he cried out, "My boy! I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. I am a selfish man. A very, very selfish man. I should be the one to be blame. Not the accident or the storm. It's I who planted this problem." "What? What are you saying--I can't-" He look at me and sighed "About thirty five years ago, your father was the next heir to the throne. In accordance with the law, I forced him to marry a girl he doesn't want. Right before their wedding, he left. No note, nor trace. I've searched for him and return empty handed. He's a smart lad. You and him are very much alike..." He bowed his head and sigh. The lines on his face appear deeper than before. It almost made me pity him but know

I want my own family, but in order for me to have what Harmony and my parents have, I need to find the perfect woman for me. Well, I say need to find her. I think I already have. She is not part of the MC or mafia world. She is new to the area. I saw her a month ago when she walked into the bar looking for work. Not the club’s bar, but Harmony’s bar. The Secret Cupboard. She is beautiful. Long black hair with neon blue and purple streaks. Nose ring and tattoos, she has the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, clear crystal blue. Her name is Sophie. You wouldn’t think she was a Sophie with the way she looks, but then again I don’t look like a Harry. Sophie and I became friends. She is guarde

The children were clearly enchanted by Sophie—Alexander had abandoned his drone manual to listen to her stories, Ethan had actually closed his book, and Madison was painting what appeared to be the Eiffel Tower on her napkin. "Sophie," I said, "I want to thank you. For what you did. For helping Kyle put Taylor behind bars, for making sure she can't hurt anyone else. I know it must have been difficult, having your identity stolen, your money used to—" "Oh, ma chère," Sophie interrupted, her laugh like silver bells in winter air, "difficult is trying to find good help for a château in Provence. Having my identity stolen by a psychotic step-sister with delusions of grandeur? That was just Tuesd

She gave me a chocolate bar, “This helps me with the nerves. My name is Helena by the way.” “Thank you,” I took the bar from her, unwrapped it and popped it in my mouth. “I’m Ari.” “Nice to meet you, Ari. You are so pretty. What the hell?” a look of admiration shone on her face. “Girl. Have you seen yourself? You are literally like a doll.” I told her. We chatted for a while, and I learned that she was a college student here in LA and she was also a badass hacker. She was perfect.