روايات وقصص ضمن The Heir Sophie Lark

Family silent. The air left my lungs. Lucien Wolfe. I dropped the phone like it burned me. I remembered the name from the tabloids. From articles I’d skimmed at grocery store checkout counters. Billionaire heir. Ruthless businessman. Son of the infamous Charles Wolfe. And now… missing. He hadn’t been missing. He’d been here. With me. And I hadn’t even known who I was falling for. I left before sunrise. I didn’t take much. Just my passport, a dress, and a heart that no longer felt like mine.

❈-❈-❈ She sat drying her blonde hair after taking a cold shower as soon as she returned home, but her mind was elsewhere. A suffocating heaviness had settled over her chest. She kept to herself for the rest of the day, unable to face her mother or bear the sight of her crushed beneath the weight of their mounting debts. "Asia" had always been a contented girl. Ever since childhood, she had learned to settle for the little she had and never ask for more. And yet, despite that... She hated poverty. She hated her parents for it. If her father had still been around, perhaps their lives would have been less cruel.

“I built this empire! I will not see it dragged into the gutter because of your obsession with a common breeder!” Rachelle stepped up beside Arthur, her eyes darting between me and her son. Liam didn't budge. He looked down at me, a sharp exhale escaping his nostrils, the frustration radiating off him in waves. Before the argument could escalate into a physical fight, a small, high-pitched scream echoed through the marble hallway. “Olivia!” We all turned. Standing by the staircase was little Sophie. She looked tiny in her pink quilted winter coat, her blonde hair was a tangled mess. Her face was blotchy and red, tears streaming down her cheeks.

I was treated worse than an omega and lived like a slave. I am no daughter of Alpha Cedric and Luna Mariam. I am no heir. To them, I am nothing but a monster who ate their heir before he could take his first breath. I am Lyra, the Heir-Eater, And this is my story.

The way he had looked at me in the dark, like I was something worth protecting—even when neither of us knew who the other was. It was him. He was the man from that night. Alice shifted in my arms, sensing the change in me. “Mama?” she whispered. The room swayed. Ace took a step toward me, his expression unreadable. “Lily—” “Oh, don’t,” Sophie cut in sweetly. “Don’t pretend this is some tragic love story. It’s not. It’s just proof.” “Proof of what?” Ace asked coldly. “That she’s always been this way,” Sophie said. “Clinging to men with power. First Zane. Now you.”

“The Frostman family stands for honor and loyalty. Your ancestors fought for this country….and you spend your days causing trouble? How will you face them?” She stuffed another chestnut into her mouth, covering her ears dramatically. “You’re still unmarried at your age. Three forms of unfilial behavior …the worst is having no heirs. How will you face your ancestors?” He nearly choked from anger. “That’s not the same thing!” She stepped closer, whip in hand, tapping it lightly against him before lifting his chin. Her smile turned sly….mischievous, dangerous. “Doctor Quinn… How about this? I’ll marry you. Once I do, I’ll listen to everything you say. You want me to be obedient? Done. That way…

Prominently highlighted was Article VII, Clause Delta. The figure continued, "However the Council is not without… leniency. A path to redemption exists. You have one week, Alexander Sterling, to fix this breach. You will present yourself before the Council.. You will bring the true heir. The one who can uphold the covenant. The child of the Sterling bloodline. Ready to serve." The woman with the gavel brought it down with a thud. Alexander stared at the screen horrified. The true heir. They didn’t just want his company; they wanted Leo. His son, who was currently undergoing tests for a heart condition was now a pawn in a generations-old game.

“Why is grandpa so old-fashioned, why must I be married, does getting married make me a better woman. I just hate this idea so much.” “You have no choice darling, it's their company and you must abide by their rule.’ her father shrugged. “You are a very intelligent; hardworking and independent lady; you are more than able to do whatever you want to, look at your business; you built it to the level it is now from sheer determination and hard work. But to become the heir to the Fernandez empire you must get married.” “But Dad, you know I’m not dating anyone at the moment.” Sophie's face contorted “and I am not ready to date anyone now.”

Grandma asked "There's no even need for that. The first and last one are quite easy but the second one is going to be a bit difficult so if you can pass the other two stages and meet the exact requirement, you'll automatically become the heir or heiress. The person with the highest profit wins and it must be two companies" she added "So..... Who are we starting with? Since we have only one male here, starting with him won't be a bad idea. John Campbell, step forward with your ledgers" Grandma said and I heaved a sigh of relief

"V pohode." "When can I see Sofija?" "She'll stay a while in New York, busy with school." I picked up my spoon and pretended to enjoy the warm soup in my bowl. It tasted of cream, fresh mushroom, and meat. Was this the entrée? Chatting over a formal dinner with the big boss wasn't what I imagined during the three-hour drive to the estate. Matter of fact, I only drove out here today because Ilya personally called me up. If my life didn't depend on it, I wouldn't even step another foot in this mansion. Or in any of Ilya Bôzìc's other mansions, in that case.